The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Both of them knew very well that this was wrong, but neither of them wanted to stop.
Perhaps it was that so-called muscle memory at work, and their brains could no longer
control their bodies...
“W-Wait!” When Stefan’s hand caressed her body all the way up to her collar and easily
undid her blouse’s buttons, Renee jolted to her senses and pushed the man away.
“You dare resist me?!” Stefan’s eyes flashed dangerously as he glared indignantly at the
woman. “Don’t forget that you’re the one who got in my car, and you knew what you were in
for the moment you did. You’re not naive enough to think that I’m just taking you to the
beach for a stroll, are you?!”
“I get it, you want to sleep with me!” Renee sneered even as she straightened her hair and
tried to calm herself. “I’m just surprised-weren’t you known for your loyalty, Mr. Hunt?
You’re marrying Miss Murphy soon, but you still can’t keep it in your pants... Isn’t that a little
hypocritical?”
“Everyone has a dark side, and you might be what’s lurking in mine. It’s like you opened the
Pandora’s box inside me the moment I saw you, and unleashed all the terrible things insidethat’s why I demand that you take
responsibility!”
“What does your darkness have to do with me? Stop playing the blame game. You’re
crossing the line-”
“So what if I’m being a hypocrite? What can you do about it?”
Stefan argued.

“Tut, tut. So you’re bent on forcing yourself on me like a stereotypical evil big-shot?” Renee
teased with a sarcastic smile, unafraid of the man’s thuggish behavior.
“If you put it that way, yes,” Stefan leaned in towards her again, trying to resume the kiss he
wanted more of. “You’re not getting away.”
Renee, however, turned her head away slightly and placed her index finger on his lips with a
coquettish smile. “Since you’re so insistent, Mr. Hunt, I can’t be blamed for not holding
back... You have three seconds to take everything off.”
Stefan was dumbfounded, and Renee hurried him impatiently. “Why are you spacing out?
Am I supposed to do it for you?”
“What are you up to this time?” Stefan demanded, shooting her an icy stare-she was just
too unpredictable!
“Weren’t you the one who said you’d force yourself on me? Why are you dilly-dallying now?
Do I need to whip you first?” Renee looked at him from head to toe, her patience clearly
used up.
She turned the tables, moving on top of him while she unbuttoned his shirt, asking
mischievously, “Don’t play hard to get, Mr. Hunt. Who are you trying so hard to seduce with
all these elaborate games?”
While Stefan was stunned and speechless, she pinched him in the abs, “Oh, you sure
exercise a lot... but what is it good
for other than being touched by a woman? You’re lucky I’m here to spoil you-hurry up, or I’ll

punish you. Now, strip!”
Stefan actually felt embarrassed being pinched like that, and they were so close that he
became flustered, and his breathing turned ragged. “D-Don’t touch me!”
“Don’t touch you?” Renee smiled slyly, shaking her head.” Who would refuse meat that sent
itself to their table? Now, be a good boy and do what you’re told, and I will give you
pleasure... resist me, and you’ll wish you were dead!”
Stefan was silent again. Renee, meanwhile, was getting hooked on this power play, and
almost stripped him. “Still not saying anything? In that case, I’ll take it as a yes. Don’t worry,
just take off your clothes... I’ll be gentle.”
Stefan’s flawless body was beneath her-which woman could resist?!