MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

There was a charming pink blush on her cheek. Her breasts heaved, seducing him to feel the soft flesh.

Dylan swallowed hard, his eyes darkening. He knew that she must have taken date-rape drugs, which was popular among those Lovelace.

Another moan from the little woman pulled him back. He strode in and lifted her from the big bed.

"No, let me go... Let me go..." She subconsciously tried to push him away, her hot body trembled.

Did she take him as Andrey? Dylan took out a thin blanket and wrapped it around her half-naked body.

The drug she took was supposed to be a kind of aphrodisiac that could arouse the sexual instinct and induced venereal desire. Fortunately, it would not harm the body, and the effect of the drug would last one or two hours at most. She didn't need to go to the hospital.

She would be fine after a one- or two-hour rest.

"Don't be afraid, it's me. Let me take you off the boat first." He whispered softly.

However, Savannah struggled and cried weakly in resistance. "Don't touch me... I don't want to get off... You go... Leave me alone…" As if it was more dangerous for her to get off the boat.

Dylan ignored her resistance, picking her up in his arms. But the little woman kept writhing and twisting, and she even bit him on his arm ruthlessly!

He let go of her out of pain, and she rolled to the other side of the bed immediately, shrinking to a corner.

"You go out first... Go out..." She breathed.

Dylan stared at her. He realized that it was not Andrey she was resisting. She knew it was him. She didn't want him to take her away. She was afraid of him!

A dumb and grumbling anger swelled his bosom. He tried to hold his anger in, stretching out to catch her hand. "Be good. Let's get off the boat, and I'll send you back."

"No... I can go back by myself." She wanted to pull her hand back.

"You want to stay here yourself like this? Still trying to attract other men?" He asked coldly as his eyes searched for her half-naked body. He couldn't restrain his anger at her resistance towards him.

"Anyway, I'll go by myself. I don't need your help. Thank you, Mr. Sterling..." Her voice trembled. After what he had done to her in the car last time, she thought it was more dangerous to be with him alone.

Anger blazed out of Dylan's eyes. She was still pretending not to know him?

Was she so determined to have nothing more to do with him that she refused his help even at this moment?

"You want me to go? Why weren't you so indifferent when you were lying under me three years ago?" He caught her chin, his rage rising.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." She stared at him in horror.

"Tell me what our relationship is, and I'll let you go alone." He didn't believe she really forgot their marriage, their son, and their love.

"I really don't know! I don't remember you. I... I don't remember a lot of things... Please let me go..." She wanted to escape.

She didn't remember him? Ah, how ridiculous!

In his fury, he dragged her to him, tearing her dress apart roughly. He spread the ripped dress wide. The soft moonlight falling in through the window made her skin glimmer as he exposed her naked body!

"If you acknowledge that you know me and tell me our relationship, I'll let you go." He murmured as he cupped her left breast in his hand. She pushed her groan against him as he thumbed the hard nipple. Due to the drug, her body welcomed his caress and touched helplessly.

"I really don't know you... Really... All I know is that you're my ex-boyfriend's uncle... I really don't know anything else... Let me go, please…"

"I'll give you one more chance," Dylan leaned down and drew her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

"I really don't know you... Really... Let me go. Please, don't..." She cried, her voice growing hoarse from the vicious desire building inside her.

Dylan ignored her cry. He rubbed her bare skin and began to work his fingers down over her hips. He tore her lace underwear easily. He ran his fingers through her dark triangle between her thighs, then cupped her mound and pressed the base of his hand against her. She thrust back against his touch.

His middle finger found her wet core and plunged into it.

"Ahhh, no!" Savannah gasped and cried again as he penetrated her.

Dylan was sliding his finger in and out of her, and she struggled and cried as he did it again and again. He palmed her clitoris, and she moaned once more. He pushed inside her harder and harder still. She wanted to stiffen her legs but in vain. Her juices were already flooding out of her.

His husky voice was heard above her,

"Never mind. You don't remember. I'll help you remember."

Dylan was hard as a rock. He straightened up and stripped off the trousers. He grasped both her ankles and spread her legs wide. Then he posed himself between her widespread thighs.

He slammed into her. Making her thin body tremble. 

"Aargh!" Savannah cried as he thrust in.

He grasped her head between his hands and kissed her hard, his teeth pulling at her lower lip.

"Remember now?" He buried himself inside her and then eased back with exquisite slowness.

"Tell me, my kitten, do you remember me? Do you remember me now?" He thrust into her again.

With each stroke, he withdrew until he was almost out of her, then plunged forward so that he was sheathed fully once again.

The man on her became exactly the man in her dream.

"No... I don't know you... Please, let me go... I really don't remember anything... Give me a break... Ahhh!" She cried under him, begging for mercy.