His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 187: Falling Into Her Trap

Chapter 187: Falling Into Her Trap

Oliver could feel the burning sensation spreading throughout his body. When he looked at Melody, her scent intoxicated him further.

Sensing that the drug finally took effect, Melody stepped back, keeping her distance from Oliver.

’Now, it’s the time he should lose control. I have to turn on the camera and pretend that he is forcing himself on me, trying to rape me.’ Melody thought to herself.

"Oliver, you can change your clothes in the bathroom," Melody said.

She turned around and moved closer to the bed. She fixed the position of the hidden camera.

She was waiting for Oliver to be more aggressive.

’Here he comes,’ Melody smiled inwardly when she heard Oliver’s footsteps, inching closer and closer to her.

"Melody," he called her, grabbing her shoulders.

"Oliver, go away!" Melody pushed him away.

He staggered back a little. But Oliver stepped closer to her once more. Without further ado, he cupped her face, claiming her lips in a fervent kiss.

His actions were driven by a burning desire. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. He needed to do something more or else, he wouldn’t find the comfort he was seeking right now.

At first, Melody tried to struggle against his grip, pushing and punching him. But Oliver became more aggressive. He pulled her dress forcefully, revealing her body. He needed skin-to-skin contact.

’Oh gosh. The pill is so effective. Oliver has turned into a wild beast in heat.’ Her heart pounded with both nervousness and excitement.

Soon, Oliver completely stripped her clothes off, leaving her naked. He threw her on the bed and joined her. He pinned her hands on the sides of her head as he dove again for another deep kiss.

Melody stopped struggling. Her hands were just pressed against his chest while Oliver started showering her kisses, from her jaw down to her neck.

"No! Oliver. Please stop. You are hurting me. Aah~" Melody was deliberately making a noise, expressing her resistance against Oliver.

"Oh No! Please, Oliver. Stop... Stop. I don’t want this. You can’t do this to me." She begged, sobbing.

But Oliver wasn’t listening to her plea. He was now busy groping and kneading her breasts. Melody’s complaints were soon replaced by lewd moans. She couldn’t help it. The way Oliver was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts gave her a wonderful sensation.

She didn’t want to admit it but she loved the feeling of Oliver being so rough on her right now. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from asking him to do more. If she begged him to continue, her plan would be ruined.

She would use the recordings to blackmail Oliver. If he refused to cooperate, she would accuse him of raping her.

It did not take long before Melody heard the unzipping of Oliver’s pants. He could no longer take it. He needed to find release. Before she knew it, Oliver already spread her legs and positioned himself in between her thighs.

"Aaahh~" Melody gasped loudly when he shoved his cock inside her. He was in a hurry. No gentleness at all.

Oliver started pounding on her, increasing his pace. He penetrated her deeply, his hard cock thrusting in and out of her.

Melody’s cries echoed through the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure intertwined in a primal desire. Every thrust from Oliver felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside, his relentless rhythm unyielding.

"Aaah~ Aaah~ Aaah~ Oliver, Nooo! Slow down... Aaah~ It hurts!" Melody’s voice wavered between screams and moans. Her body was conflicted, torn between wanting to push him away and the overwhelming desire to pull him closer.

Gradually, her body began to respond, succumbing to the raw lust coursing through her veins. Her hips started to move in sync with his, meeting each of his powerful thrusts.

"Yes-Yeess! Oh Yeah. That’s it. Oliver. More. I need more. So good!" The words spilled from her lips uncontrollably, driven by an insatiable hunger.

Melody’s initial resistance melted away, giving way to a fervent acceptance of her desires. She had already recorded enough, fulfilling her primary objective.

Now, she decided to surrender fully to the moment. She rationalized her actions—this wasn’t her first time indulging in carnal pleasures with attractive men. Having sex with Oliver was no different.

At least, she would gain a lot from this. She would be able to satisfy her father once her plan became successful.

However, what Melody hadn’t anticipated was the sheer intensity brought on by the aphrodisiac coursing through Oliver’s system. His stamina seemed boundless, and he took her repeatedly, each session more vigorous than the last.

His powerful thrusts sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, making her body shudder and convulse with each climax.

’Oh my gosh. There is no ending to this. I feel so tired but Oliver keeps on penetrating me like a beast in heat!’ Melody’s arms were grabbed tightly on his shoulders. Her body was bouncing up and down on the cushion of the bed. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

When she orgasmed, Oliver turned her around, making her on all fours. He rammed his cock inside her wet core, taking her from behind. Melody could feel the intensity of his movement. He had no plan of giving her a rest.

Time blurred as Oliver continued to claim her, driving into her with unrelenting fervor. Melody lost track of how many times he took her, each encounter pushing her to new heights of pleasure. The drug seemed to have magnified his endurance, turning him into an insatiable force.

Eventually, as the effects of the drug began to fade, Oliver’s pace slowed, and his movements became less frenzied. Melody’s body was spent, her skin glistening with sweat, her breathing ragged. She lay there, tangled in the sheets, feeling a strange mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

For a moment, the room was silent except for their labored breathing. Melody’s mind raced, trying to process everything that had just happened. She had gone into this with a plan, but the intensity of their encounter had taken her by surprise.

Oliver finally collapsed beside her, equally exhausted. He glanced over at Melody, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "What... what just happened?" he panted, still catching his breath.

Melody turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "We both got caught up in the moment," she replied softly. "But let’s not think too much about it right now. We’ll figure things out later."

Soon, Oliver succumbed to the physical exhaustion. He drifted off to sleep, clueless of the scheme Melody had prepared for him.

And just like that, the night unfolded as planned, and Melody woke the next morning beside Oliver. She quickly shifted gears, adopting a more somber tone. "Oliver, we need to talk."

Oliver, still groggy, looked at her with bleary eyes and confusion etched across his face. "What is it, Melody?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, attempting to clear the fog from his mind. As the haze slowly lifted, a cold wave of realization washed over him. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. He was lying in bed, completely naked, with Melody beside him, equally unclothed.

"Damn! How did we end up like this?" Oliver exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. But his mind was a jumbled mess

His gaze darted around the room, searching for clues. The disheveled sheets, the discarded clothes strewn across the floor, the lingering scent of sweat and passion in the air—all painted a vivid picture of what had transpired. Yet, the details remained frustratingly unclear.

Melody took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Last night... you did something you shouldn’t have done. But we can’t just leave it at that. We need to think about what comes next."

Oliver frowned, trying to process her words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean we need to get married," Melody said, her voice firm. "Otherwise, I’ll have to tell everyone what happened. I’ll have to tell them that you took advantage of me. You forced yourself into me last night. I tried to stop you but you didn’t let me go." There was a hint of accusation in her tone.

Oliver’s face paled, panic setting in. "You wouldn’t... No way. I wouldn’t have done that..."

"You did it. I have proof. If you refuse to take responsibility and marry me, I will sue you for raping me," Melody threatened him, her resolve unwavering. "You have no choice, Oliver. Marry me, and we can keep this quiet. Refuse, and I’ll ruin you."

Oliver stared at her, torn between disbelief and resignation. Melody held his gaze, feeling a flicker of triumph. She was winning, just as her father had demanded. She would secure their future, no matter the cost.

"You have to convince your family to continue our marriage," she demanded.

After saying that, she stood up and put on her clothes. She walked away, leaving Oliver who was still in a daze.