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)

Excruciating pleasure spiked through his blood. Her cry and moan made him more excited. But her heartless reply needled him again. Since she still refused to admit it, he did not mind remembering her by his way. He's furious at this moment and would want to punish this little woman for acting like she didn't know him before. 

He shifted her and quickly filled her again from behind. At the same time, his hands moved round to her front, palming her breasts, and as he did this, he trapped her nipples between his fingers and tugged them.

"No, please…" Savannah begged.

"My kitten, do you know how I missed your soft breasts and captivating, sexy ass?" He breathed as his hand traveled back to her backside, he continued his relentless onslaught, again and again, his fingers digging into her hip.

He changed several positions on her in the long night.

Savannah almost fainted by his violent assault. She had no strength to struggle or cry at last.

When he couldn't hold back any longer, he drove into her so that he was lodged as deeply as possible. He exploded his shaft in a spurt after white-hot liquid. He emptied himself inside her, filling her to overflowing.

Finally, he lay on top of her, supporting some of his weight with his elbows so that he wouldn't crush her, panting hard. Then he rolled off her and sprawled beside her.

Utterly spent, Savannah immediately drifted off or passed out into an exhausted sleep.

After the violent and long sex, the suite turned silent.

When Savannah opened her red eyes again, she stared at the black ceiling absently.

She didn't have the strength to lift her arms. The hickey and red marks on her white body and the ripping pain between her thighs all reminded her of what that man had done to her in the last several hours.

Shame and resentment flooded her. She gasped and bit her lower lip so hard that they went white.

She rose, swallowed all her emotions, and quickly put the shattered fishtail dress on her, and then she threw his suit over him and jumped out of bed.

The moment her feet touched the floor, she tumbled and almost fell!

The violent sex drained all her strength.

At the same time, Dylan straightened up quickly when he found the little woman was ready to run away. He seized her by the arm and pulled her back.

By the dim moonlight through the window, he saw the shame and anger on her tearful white face.

He knew that forced sex would make her unhappy, but he did not know that she would be so angry.

"You're a fucking bastard! Asshole!" Savannah raised her hand and slapped him on his face.

A loud and clear slap resounded in the silent suite. Dylan wasn't able to react and just give her a quiet response. 

She did not expect him not to parry her slap at all. Startled, she rushed to the door before he lost his temper, opened the door, and ran out!

Garwood was surprised to see Savannah dashing out of the door with a mess dress and bare feet. He hurriedly went into the suite and turned on the light.

His boss, naked to the hip with a blanket around his waist, was sitting at the bedside. His handsome face seemed to blow up.

"Sir, what happened?" Garwood gasped.

Was he slapped by Miss Schultz?

"Nothing," Dylan said roughly as he spat and wiped his mouth. "She left?"

"Yes… she got off the cruise boat." Garwood hesitated. He never saw Mr. Sterling be slapped by anyone. Only Miss Schultz had this courage!

"Get someone to follow her until she comes home safe." He gritted his teeth and ordered. Then he laughed at himself. She just gave him a slap in the face and scolded him. Why did he still send someone to protect her?

Would she be aware of his concern?

Would she appreciate him?

Now she even insisted on not knowing him!

What a heartless woman! She left him and their child for three years, and when she came back, she pretended not to remember him. She hurt him badly the moment she left him with another man. He wanted to scream but suppress himself from doing it. Anger and resentment filled his heart. The agony and pain was unbearable. 

However, it was late at night, and the harbor was not in the downtown area, which was not very safe. At this time, it was estimated that even a taxi could not be seen on the road.

"Protect her secretly," Dylan added coldly, "don't let her know."

"Yes, I'll send two men protecting Miss Schultz," Garwood understood and immediately replied.

Dylan nodded and didn't answer Garwood until the guy left him alone. 

***

Afraid that the man would chase her out, Savannah kept running until she reached the roadside. She gasped for breath and waited for a taxi. However, the harbor was really out of the way, and it was so late that she could not find an empty taxi for a long time.

Maybe she had to walk back.

She looked down at her bare feet. Her nose was sore. She crouched down, hugging her knees. How could that man hurt her? His words keep coming into her mind, "I will make you remember who I am," She could still hear that man's voice repeatedly. She wished to know who really he was, but she couldn't recall those few fragments of her past life. Kevin only told her a few pieces of information, and when she tried to recall her past, it gives her a severe headache. 

If she had known what she would encounter these days, she would have followed Kevin's words and stayed at home.

She would not have met this brute if she never looked for a job.

Burying her face in her hands, she wept silently.

Come back, brother Kevin. I was bullied.

Not far away, in the SUV, followed secretly behind Savannah, the bodyguard dialed Dylan's number. "Sir, Miss Schultz's still waiting for a taxi at the curb. There're a few taxis at this hour. Shall I ask her to get in the car and take her back?"