He lowered his chin slightly, raised his hand, and released her hair. His long fingers brushed her cheek, and the scorching temperature made her tremble involuntarily. For a moment, the thought of escaping surged.
“Lucas… we…” Amy finally couldn’t help but speak, and he focused on her eyes.
“Amy, did I ever tell you that you look very beautiful with your hair down?”
“Ah…” Amy’s face slowly turned red. It wasn’t a bad thing to be praised by a young and promising man.
He adjusted her shoulders, making her turn around to face the mirror. His fingers traced over her eyebrows and eyes, his words slow and deliberate, “I’m looking forward to the happy times we’ll share together.”
Amy’s mind buzzed. She tried to push him away, but he was faster, pressing her against the mirror with his hot chest.
“Lucas, please respect me…” When Amy said this, there was a mix of sorrow, anger, and helplessness in her voice. Although she sought only benefits, she still hoped that he would treat her with some respect.
“I respect you a lot; otherwise, you would already be mine from last night.” His fingers stopped at her lips, gently caressing them, and he whispered, “Amy, remember, from now on, you are mine.”
Uncomfortably, Amy tilted her head slightly and softly asked, “Will you keep your promises?”
“Tell me the truth, has someone touched you here?” His hand, previously on her waist, suddenly moved downward, resting between her legs-the untouched area by male.
Amy’s mind buzzed, and her mouth went dry.
“Lucas, don’t do this…”
“Show me proof, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
“You know my condition. Show me what I want to see first.”
She endured the humiliation and the urge to escape, turning her face to look at him. She remembered her father’s words when she was with Neil: to be strong when with a strong person, especially when a man wanted the best-looking woman, a price had to be paid. Neil grew stronger by her side, and she lost her reliance.
Her gaze was cold and detached, but her soft body was filled with stubbornness and patience.
Lucas’s breath deepened. His lips brushed over her cheek, and he murmured, “Alright, wait for me quietly in the hotel room tonight. Amy, I hope neither of us will be disappointed.”
Amy remained silent, gently pulling away from his hand.
Since it was a transaction, everything had to be clear.
“Don’t even think about escaping. This is Las Vegas. Remember, you’ve stated your conditions, and there’s no turning back,” he loosened his grip on her hand, his tone calm but carrying a subtle threat. If it weren’t for their first meeting, Amy would have suspected that she had offended him in some way.
“Why me?” Amy looked at him in confusion.
“Because you’re beautiful, and I like beautiful… and reserved women.” He actually smiled, the corners of his lips forming a pleasant curve. Before she could react, he opened the door and left, “Go back to the hotel. If you want to eat something, have the hotel send it to your room.”
Reserved? Did he just call her reserved?
Amy couldn’t believe her ears.
Standing on the bustling foreign street, she felt lost and helpless, like a newborn baby who couldn’t even cry. She didn’t know what kind of person she had provoked and what tomorrow would bring. It seemed like she had suddenly been pulled into a different dimension by a powerful force, and her destiny was undergoing significant changes, beyond her control.
When she returned to the hotel, the sofa and bed were piled with exquisite paper bags, all filled with clothes and shoes-silk, cotton, patterns, chiffon-even underwear. Everything was white.
How much did Lucas like white? Did he have a cleanliness obsession? Was it reserved only for his special woman?
Amy felt like a lamb dropped into a wolf’s den, jumping around for a few moments before being swallowed whole.
In the afternoon, Mark promptly delivered the marriage documents for her to sign. At nine thirty in the evening, the dual authentication from the embassy arrived. In her absence, Lucas managed to complete everything at an unbelievable speed!
In just seven days, Amy married a stranger! She felt like she was in a dream, with only the man on top of her giving her a sense of reality.
Heavy panting echoed in the room.
The man on top continued his vigorous movements, showing no concern that it was her first time. With each thrust, he delved deep into her body, and each withdrawal was swift, leaving her with a mix of pain and emptiness.
Repeating this dull routine again and again, Amy started feeling an unusual sensation amidst the pain.
This sensation wasn’t exactly pleasure; it was more akin to curiosity and novelty.
“Amy, open your eyes.”
Suddenly, he pinched her chin, gazing at her wet, long lashes.