My Beastly Husband

nibbled on her ear, threatening, “Say it, or we’ll try it again.”

He so tormented Moussa that she could only say perfunctorily, “Okay, I’m satisfied.
Go to sleep.
I’m sleepy.”

Chelsea was very dissatisfied with her dismissal and bit her on the neck.
He said hatefully, “Little thing, you dare to dismiss me.
Let’s see how I will fix you tomorrow night.”

Moussa closed her eyes and concentrated, thinking, “That’s for tomorrow anyway.
Let’s leave it for tomorrow.”

Today she was drained.
After being scared by that green thing, crying all night, and messing around with Chelsea, she was physically and mentally exhausted.

With Chelsea around her back and his unique male scent, she suddenly felt so relieved.
It was like she was not afraid of anything with him around.
It was not long before Moussa fell asleep.

She slept sweetly, but there were two who could not sleep peacefully throughout the night.

One was Chelsea behind her.
Although the desire was temporarily relieved, he was not satisfied.
He was busy soothing the little thing in his arms, and he did not have time to think.
Now that Moussa was asleep, the scene of her being held in Ryan’s arms in the evening kept playing before his eyes.