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)

Savannah stumbled back, dizzy and nearly falling, but was pulled back in time by a pair of long arms.

Looking up, she forced a smile and, with the words thank-you in her mouth, the bitter smile froze on her face when she saw clearly the man in front of her.

Dylan.

His face looked gloomy under the dull sky, the dangerous light in his eyes, making Savannah shiver unconsciously. He raised his hand to wipe away the lingered tear upon her eyelash without a word.

She didn't expect him to show up at the airport. Did he come by to see if she came to see Kevin off?

She was so nervous that her palms were all cold and sweating as if she was caught by her husband. She was even more worried that she might provoke him or broke the relationship that she had just built with him.

Dylan didn't say anything. With a cloudy face, he gripped her hand, striding to his car.

In the front passenger seat, Savannah stirred uneasily. She did not know how to explain to him, afraid of making things worse with more explanation.

After all, he had seen her come to the airport. How could she explain? Could she say she didn't come to see Kevin off?

And maybe he had seen their last hug...

She shuddered at the thought.

Dylan could see her nervousness. He fastened the safety belt for her, the chill of his fingertips made her more frightened.

Then Dylan started the car and drove away.

He kept silent all the way, and of course, she did not dare to speak.

The car came to a screeching halt at Green Lake. He got off first, went to her side, wrenched the door open, and lifted her out of the car, walking quietly into the house.

Savannah had no idea how angry he was or what he wanted to do, but as long as he could keep calm, she was prepared to accept any punishment.

She wound her arms around his neck, biting her lips and holding back her breath, trying not to smell the coldness from his body so as to be less nervous.

In the house, two servants and Garcia changed their faces when Dylan kicked the door open with Savannah in his arms.

The three of them shivered and dared not make a noise.

He took her upstairs to her room, kicked the door shut, and threw her onto the soft bed. Standing beside the bed, he gazed up at her through long lashes and began to undo his pants and pull the zipper.

His movement was smooth and charming and a bit sexy. It didn't make her disgusted but quickened her heartbeat.

"Dylan..." Savannah knew what he was up to, staring at him with wide eyes.

He stared down at her for a moment, then he grabbed her suddenly, and flipped her over, took down her pants. It took Savannah by surprise. He pushed both her knees up to the bed, so her behind is in the air, and he slapped her hard.

Before she could react, he plunged inside her.

"Ahh!" Savannah uttered a soft cry of pain.

There was no foreplay, not even caressing or flirting.

His mouth was open slightly, and his breathing was harsh. He slammed mercilessly into her, and he didn't stop. She moaned, and he pounded on and on, merciless, a relentless rhythm, to vent his anger and jealousy.

Her body quivered, bowed, a sheen of sweat gathered over her. She did not resist but relaxed her body to meet him.

Her flattering manner pleased him, and his thrust softened a little. He leaned over and nibbled at her pink earlobe, whispering in a husky voice, "dare you to see him secretly again?"

"No..." She had fallen into the feeling of fullness, melting around him.

Suddenly, he sped up, asking, "have you ever had sex with him?"

"No..." She had not expected the man to ask this. He must have been thinking of it and being jealous every day. The thought amused her.

"Really?" His tone became much softer.

"Really! Ahhh! Dylan, you're hurting me. Could you please be gentle, this isn't pleasurable at all!" She screamed.

Satisfied, he slowed down and dropped his passionate kisses on every inch of her body before continuing his next attack...but this time, it became passionate as if he's giving all his love and compassion. 

* * *

The sex continued well into the night. They didn't even eat or go to the bathroom.

Savannah lay in bed, too tired to lift a finger.

"Baby, go down to dinner," whispered that freaking hot man.

Savannah was awake now. She flushed and sat up, holding the quilt to cover herself.

"Oh... I'll go downstairs right away. You go first."

He had dressed well and seemed to have a much better mood. Knowing that she was still ashamed, he bent down to look at her, teasing, "you've given birth to a child for me, don't be shy."

"Go ahead, I'll be right there." She pressed her hands against his arms and said in a low voice.

"All right," he sighed and shook his head and gave her another soft kiss to her thin lips, turned around, and went downstairs.

She quickly blushed while looking at his disappearing back.

Savannah got dressed and suddenly remembered something.

He didn't use condoms.

"Dylan Sterling, you've tricked me again!" She scolded him silently. 

She didn't plan to have a little bun without a proper plan so soon while her revenge hadn't completed yet.

There was no morning-after pill at home. She had to find a chance to buy it first.

She made up her mind and went downstairs. The dishes were already served. Dylan was watching the ball game on the sofa, waiting for her.

"Where're you going?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I want to go out for a walk..."

"Have a bite first, and then I'll go out with you," Dylan walked over to her and took her hand. He was afraid she would faint on the way.

Savannah didn't insist, afraid that too much would arouse his suspicion. What if he found out she was going to buy the pill?

It took a lot of work to get him down, and she didn't want to anger him so soon.

Fortunately, she was in her safe period.

She sighed imperceptibly and sat at the table.

* * *

A week later, Savannah received a call from the private detective. Hearing that he had got what she wanted, she immediately went to the detective agency.

In the office, she asked eagerly, "well, did you find anything?"

The private detective pulled out a brown paper bag and pushed it toward her.

"This was part of a private conversation between Mr. Gibbons and Miss Rowe, in which they mentioned that Mr. Gibbons tricked you into his car and tried to suffocate you with the exhaust gas. Though it was not direct evidence, it's enough for you to take them to the police to sue them."