My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Xander Wallace
In a room opposite the one Samantha had given to Anastasia, a strangled voice could be heard, as the lady being fucked hard tried to breathe as the man on top of her hammered her hard enough to start seeing stars already.

“Harder, Xander!” Michelle moaned as the man pounded her insides with his length.

He continued in that rhythm for a while until the both of them had their moment of orgasm, and Xander fell on her body, his length still inside her as the room smelled of sex.

“You always moan loudly as if I’m strangling you or something,” he said, still on top of her.

Michelle merely giggled as she trailed her fingers on his which were inked with

“Isn’t that the way you like it?” She said teasingly, taking in his scent.

After spending a few seconds on top of Michelle, Xander pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Thanks for saving me that night,” Michelle suddenly said as she pulled the quilt to hide her nakedness as if the both of them hadn’t been fucking a minute ago. “If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t be here, alive and facing my mortal enemy, ready to make her pay for everything she’d done to me.”

“You need to know by now that I saved you just to be sold like every other girl here. I’m starting to get tired of selling teenage girls, so I want to sell older women and you just happened to have been in an accident that night,” Xander explained as he searched into his pants pocket to grab a cigarette.

When he found it, he inflamed the tip and placed it in his mouth.

“Until I found out you had a beef with Xavier’s wife, so I thought you might be the perfect person to teach her a few lessons.” Then he turned to her. “You also turned out to be a good fuck. So don’t feel special, Michelle. I could change my mind anytime and decide to put you up for trade.” He took a few drags of the cigarette in between his fingers and released the puff of smoke in her face.

“We’ve been together for two months already. I’m sure I’m more than just a good fuck to you Xander,” Michelle defended, looking at Xander who looked completely the same as Xavier.

The day he’d rescued her from her accident which nearly took her life, she’d thought it was Xavier. However, when he revealed himself to be Xander Wallace, she didn’t know what to think since the Wallace family had never revealed Xavier had a twin brother.

When Xander tore his gaze from her, his back facing her this time, Michelle took the opportunity to creep at his back, rubbing his skin ever so gently.

“You know I’ve always wondered what happened between you and the Wallace family. We’ve been together for a few months and you’ve refused to tell me any—” Michelle didn’t get the chance to complete her words when she suddenly felt her hand being pulled by a strong force.

“How many times have I told you to stop meddling?” Xander questioned, his eyes darker than the night as he glared into her soul. His grip tightened on her wrist, making her yelp in pain.

“You think because I come to your room every night we’ve grown some kind of bond for you to question me about my personal life however you like?” He added, his grip only turning tighter which made Michelle believe he was going to snap her wrist into two in a few seconds.

“I-I’m sorry, p-please let me go,” she cried.

“You’re a slut and that’s what you’ll continue to be, do you understand?” He yelled, his tone sharp enough to slit her throat. Immediately, Michelle nodded.

Xander threw her wrist away from his sight, which resulted in her falling onto the bed.

“Perhaps I’ve been too lenient on you, making you feel special and all. But this had better not repeat itself,” he warned, standing up from the bed and wearing back his clothes.

Michelle watched him with teary eyes but didn’t dare to retaliate.

Xander didn’t even spare her a single glance before he left the room.

As soon as he was out of her sight, Michelle wiped off her tears, her hands clenched on the quilt in anger as she gnashed her teeth.

Xander adjusted his clothes as he headed downstairs. He suddenly felt the eyes of someone on his bed.

He turned to find Samantha leaning on a door as she studied him up and down with an unreadable expression.

“What? Are you taking in how handsome I am?” He quipped, his lips stretching to form a grin.

“You smell like you just had sex,” she blurted out which earned her a slight frown from Xander. “He wants to see you.”

“What could he possibly want this time around,” Xander asked, taking a few steps toward Samantha.

“No idea,” she responded, taking in his ruffled outfit with her dark green eyes, scanning every detail before she looked away. “Regarding Xavier, for the past two months, he’d been tearing down every hideout his men have been able to find. It wouldn’t take long before he finds us here.”

“Are you forgetting we’re in a completely far location? Xavier can never find us here since the satellite can’t even track us here. I made sure of it,” he replied.

“Haven’t you gotten a little too cocky lately?” Samantha asked, which earned her a cocked-up eyebrow from Xander. “Never mind. He still wants to talk to you, and I don’t think your confidence in thinking Xavier won’t find us is helpful at the moment. He’s still raging.”

“Who wouldn’t be raging? If I was in his position, I would also be raging. Imagine finding out your wife has been kidnapped with your unborn baby and you don’t even know if they’re alive. Unfortunately for him, only one of them survived.”