The Lust Of My Husband Chapter 72: Run!

Benson, who was kissing on Juliana’s shoulder, heard this and paused slightly.

Benson raised his head, his eyes still bloodshot, filled with wildness and strong possessiveness. He looked at Juliana and opened his mouth with some difficulty, “Mrs. Leach, Juliana.”

Sick, his voice was as wild as a beast and even not quite clear.

It was the only bit of sanity and memory he had.

Hearing his answer, Juliana stopped struggling and closed her eyes.

The restlessness drove Benson’s nerves. After he answered her, he lowered his head and went on kissing her, not at all gently but very wildly.

The T-shirt blocked the way of his lips and he tore it again with force.

The white T-shirt was completely torn apart, revealing the whole scenery.

As if seeing an oasis in the desert, Benson looked down with great eagerness and was about to throw away the rag to kiss her.

Suddenly there was a low sob in his ears, which was like a thunderstorm falling on him.

Benson slowly looked up and his bloodshot vision finally became clear completely.

He saw Juliana biting her lower lip with her eyes closed, crystal tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

The teardrops were like little sparks falling on Benson’s heart, burning a hole in his heart.

His heart hurt.

This pain made Benson panic. He reached out his hand to wipe Juliana’s tears, “Don’t… Don’t cry.”

But Juliana’s tears fell more.

She was upset about her previous life, aggravated by her current incompetent situation, and saddened by his clumsy remark.

Benson panicked even more, clumsily wiping her tears.

He didn’t know anything. He only knew that he felt bad to see this woman crying and that he couldn’t let her cry.

Juliana opened her eyes and looked at Benson. His eyes were still bloodshot and blurred and his body still exuded hostility.

But there was a panicked and overwhelmed expression on his face. She stopped crying and looked at Benson.

Benson also looked at Juliana with tears in her beautiful eyes, making her eyes more like dazzling stars.

However, the tears in her eyes make the star full of scattered spots of light.

Looking at her, Benson felt even more distressed and painful, even though his mind was urging him to sleep with her.

However, looking at Juliana with tears in her eyes like this, his confused mind regained consciousness for a moment.

Benson quickly got up. He was not frightened of Juliana but frightened that he had almost hurt Juliana.

He turned around and ran, grabbed the chain, and tied his left hand.

Juliana sat up and looked at Benson’s panicked look as he took the chain and chained himself, only to feel like a lump in her throat, “Benson.”

Her husky and soft voice was like the wind that made Benson’s desire flare up even more wildly.

Benson lost his mind again, but he quickly came back to his senses, grabbed a piece of broken porcelain on the ground, and stabbed it in his arm so hard that blood flowed out.

The pain sobered him up. He shouted at Juliana, ” Don’t come any closer! Run!”

He would hurt her.

He had said she was the one he wanted.

No matter who she had been and what she had done, he was going to protect her and love her.

He was not to hurt her.

That was Benson’s only remaining sanity and he was trying to control himself from hurting Juliana!

But could he control himself?