The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 517 Rara and Malcolm's exotic honeymoon

Lyra did not need to think and immediately knew which mysterious gentleman the stewardess was

talking about.

She sighed helplessly.

She didn't expect a good low-key trip to be made so grand by Malcolm.

"First class is not necessary. Thanks for that gentleman's kindness. I purchased business class after

all. I only sit in my own seat." She shook the plane ticket in her hand to the stewardess, while walking

towards the cabin.

The stewardess looked embarrassed and wanted to say something, but Lyra had already walked away.

She had no choice but to call and report the matter to the mysterious gentleman.

Lyra found the seat she had purchased in the empty cabin.

She stayed up late last night revising the project, and had sex with Malcolm most of the night, so she

could barely sleep.

She was used to catching up on sleep on the plane. As she just sat down in her seat, she asked for a

small blanket from the stewardess.

She put her knees up, turned her phone off, and lie down to fall asleep in seconds.

After a while, the plane took off, bringing a little bit shaking feeling. Lyra was sleepy, changed her

position, and continued to sleep.

Until ...

A warm breathing was sprayed on her cheeks.

That tickled her skin.

"Stop it."

She frowned and pouted at Malcolm in her sleep out of habit.

Gradually, she became a little sober.

Malcolm chartered the entire plane.

How could someone sit next to her when she was the only passenger?

She opened her eyes in instant terror, and a handsome, yet familiar face with a smile was at her sight.

And he was staring at her at close range.

His dark eyes looked obsessed.

"How did you get here?"

It was Malcolm.

"Babe, I ... hiss!"

Lyra twisted his earlobe and gave it a firm tug, " Mel, I told you to stay home and take care of Spencer

and Momo. How could you leave all your business and family matters and sneak onto my plane?"

Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows and sustained the pain, but did not dare to hide and obediently bear the

anger from his wife.

"Home and business, I've made all the arrangements. Spencer and Momo are left to Anthony and

Keira. Anthony is their godfathers. He and Keira can take care of them together. The work of White

family is given to Chad, and the stuff of NIB is given to Chad and Ted. I am really prepared to come

along with you."

"Be gentle. My ear hurts. Later Nil Grey arranges someone to pick us up. If they see my ear, how

embarrassing it will be."

Lyra let go of her hand. She was still fierce, but her fingers were naturally helping him rub the tip of his

sore ear.

"You're really disobedient. I told you not to come with me, but you had to."

Although Malcolm had made arrangements, Lyra was always not quite at ease, "You know, I can trust

only you. If you leave, Spencer and Momo might be in danger."

Malcolm was quick to give her a kiss on the cheek, "After we got married, because of the babies, it has

been a long time since we have not had a moment with our own wife. This time it will be a honeymoon

after work. Forget about other chores."

He put his arm around Lyra's slender waist, "As for the babies' safety, you can rest assured. Anthony is

the godfather after all, and Keira is watching over him. Nothing will happen."

Lyra sighed.

Under the circumstances, the plane had taken off, and Malcolm had left Cran soil with her. It was

useless if she said more.

"Okay, I believe you once. Before we return to the country, our babies must be safe and sound.

Otherwise I will never forgive your capriciousness this time and beat you hard."

Malcolm rested his head lazily on her shoulder and asked absently, "How hard is it?"

Lyra looked stern, "The pain is unbearable. It's better to have some bloods and you can't walk for days.

Are you afraid?"

He nodded, but smiled and whispered to her "But I know you can't bear it."

Lyra was softhearted and blushed from his breathing. Then she braced herself to deny, "If you don't

believe it, you can try. It is different. I definitely will bear that."

Malcolm nuzzled into her sensitive neck and nibbled on the side of her neck, "Rara, if you're still angry,

how about when you get off the plane and stay in the hotel, you can punish me properly?"

Lyra's heart throbbed at his teasing and forced herself to calm down, looking at him oddly, "You're

beatable?"

Malcolm laughed with lust.

It was the first time he went abroad with Lyra, and he was so excited, looking forward to every day of

the exotic trip ahead.

"I rejoice as long as it is bestowed by you. Even if it is a reddish belt mark."

Lyra was wordless.

Her face, on the contrary, was reddened first.

They were on the plane. In addition to the two of them, there were flight attendants, and Malcolm said

some kind of shameless talk.

She grabbed his cheek as if she was annoyed, "Do you know where we are now? I should seal your

mouth so that you can't say anything."

"Seal?"

Malcolm slightly raised his eyebrows, and smiled evilly.

He took Lyra by the waist and rubbed the tip of her nose close, "You can put a seal on me now so I can

never say a word."

After his words with his magnetic and provocative voice, he lowered his head and kissed Lyra's red

lips.

His kiss invaded every corner of her body, making every inch of Lyra's skin be tainted with Malcolm's

flavor.

The possessive kiss was so intense that it almost took Lyra's breath away.

Lyra was drunk into his tenderness, even though she hadn't been drinking.

At the last moment, Lyra pushed him away just in time, with her beautiful eyes glaring at him with

displeasure.

"You don't where we are, do you? To show affection, right? Since you're not afraid of being

embarrassed, then I don't care."

Her desire to win flared up. She straddled Malcolm's laps, cupping his jaw with one strong hand and

initiating a kiss.

The other hand lifted up to his suit and shirt and pinched his delicate abs.

...

After the grunts of desire, Malcolm's chest was heaving violently, and he hurriedly grabbed her restless

wrist, "Rara don't. if you play again, it will start a fire."

Lyra snorted arrogantly, "Admit your mistake, and I'll let you off the hook."

Malcolm was very sensible, "I was wrong to kiss you on the plane ..."

He trailed off and abruptly leaned close to her ear, saying in a very low voice, "We should get to the

hotel and enjoy ourselves with reckless abandon." Lyra huffed and that defiant emotion came up. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

She didn't care, and she was going to pin Malcolm down.

Instead of being a petite wife for life, she wanted to turn over and be the queen who could make

Malcolm submissive in bed.

Thinking of this, she said defiantly, "Do not forget what you just said. When we're at the hotel, you can

let me punish you. Your wish will certainly be able to achieve. I want you to cry and beg for mercy."

Malcolm looked at her delicate and bright face in a doting way, "Great, then you can guess. Will it be

your first to say no tonight or will I cry and beg for mercy?"