After a few seconds, she reluctantly opened her damp eyes, looking like a frightened deer, causing Lucas to slow down his actions.
“How does it feel for the first time sex?”
He gently caressed her cheek, asking in a low, hoarse voice.
Amy’s face turned crimson, and her delicate lips quivered for a few seconds before she bit them tightly.
“You know You are fascinating.”
His fingers reached her soft, snowy chest, kneading gently, leaving his fingerprints on her skin just like white canvas.
“Come on, touch it.”
He chuckled, abruptly withdrawing from her body and placing her small hand on the branding iron beneath her lower abdomen.
Amy’s mind buzzed like she was surrounded by a swarm of bees. There was no sound in her ears, just the complex buzzing noise. Her small hand hesitated and pulled back helplessly, murmuring incoherently.
“No, no, no…”
“In the future, you should make it happy. Learn more, understand? If a woman doesn’t know how to seek pleasure, she’s not lovely at all.”
He didn’t force her further, re-entering her body with a forceful thrust.
“Very tight…”
Finally, he bit her tender lips, delivering a forceful blow.
Amy’s mind went blank, her body burning, as if something had been poured into her, reaching deep into her soul.
“Amy, not bad.”
He lingered on her for a while, then withdrew, lightly caressing her small face.
Once again, Amy felt a sense of shame. She quickly pulled up the blanket, covering herself tightly. His tone didn’t sound like that of a husband; it sounded more like he had summoned a call girl to a hotel.
Suddenly, he pulled away the blanket, lifting her body. She struggled silently, and when she looked down, she saw a large expanse of vibrant hues on the pristine white sheets. Her body immediately tensed.
It wasn’t beautiful at all!
Oh, the love she once believed in! What had it given her? She screamed loudly in her heart, burying her face in his neck.
From now on, she was too lazy to be coquettish. Whatever needed to be done, she would do it. She just wanted to achieve her goal.
From this night on, Amy rarely cried. No matter how painful, hurtful, or exhausting it was, or how happy, she just looked up at the blue sky, letting her damp eyes become clear again.
Lucas placed her in the bathtub, warm water enveloping her body. She allowed her limbs to stretch out, opened her tearful eyes, and silently watched him.
“Very obedient,” he chuckled again.
He chuckled, cupped water in his hands, and poured it onto her chest, watching the droplets roll down.
Amy shrugged, but his hand immediately pressed down, lifting her chin and sealing her lips with a kiss.
“Umm…”
She struggled for a moment, but he quickly restrained her. His firm chest pressed down, deforming her ample bosom, sticking them to his body.
“Does it hurt?” His long fingers reached below her, lightly caressing the delicate area.
“Mmm.” She tilted her chin up, looking into his eyes.
For everything she was experiencing now, she still found it hard to believe it was real-marriage, a young wealthy businessman dropping from the sky, and their entwined bodies in the bathtub.
“I hope you perform better tomorrow.” He withdrew his hand, casually took off the bath towel, wrapped it around his waist, and pushed her towards the door,”We have three days, Amy. See you tomorrow.”
What was this?
Lucas, what are you trying to do? What does he mean by three days?
She watched the door close, in the silent corridor, with only her covered in droplets, standing on the carpet…
Clutching the bath towel with one hand, she wiped her face vigorously with the other. Barefoot, she strode toward the elevator. The golden elevator reflected her somewhat disheveled but more alluring appearance… She had transformed from a girl into a woman!
Ding…
The elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and a tall man lifted his eyes, staring at her in astonishment. He had yellowish skin, appearing to be of Asian descent, but it wasn’t clear which country he might be from.
“What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen it before?”
Amy immediately hugged her shoulders, subconsciously speaking fluent and melodious Mandarin.
The man was stunned for a moment, touched his nose, and walked in, casually pressing the button to close the elevator.
Amy watched the numbers going down and suddenly became annoyed; she should have pressed the button for the ninth floor!
“Fuck…” She cursed, reaching out to press the ninth-floor button forcefully. She felt so embarrassed!
“Are you… facing some difficulties?” The man turned his head, unable to help asking. Surprisingly, he also spoke fluent and pleasant Mandarin!
Amy glanced at him, pursing her lips.
With a few soft sounds, a suit draped over her. She looked up in surprise, seeing the man adjusting the suit for her and whispering, “I live in 912; you can call my room phone.”
Another ding sound, the elevator door opened, and people outside saw Amy, legs exposed, leaning against the man, revealing understanding yet inexplicable smiles.