She didn’t know how long it had been when she suddenly felt something heavy on her body. Opening her eyes, she saw Lucas lying on top of her in the dim light of the bedside lamp, his fingers sliding lightly over her vagina, and then he thrust into her body.
“No… I’m tired…”
“Tired? You still need to be good at something, don’t you?” Lucas’s eyes had a smile in them, but it was mocking.
Amy felt choked up and wanted to cry. Tears slowly welled up in her eyes.
“See, even this is too much for you?” Lucas’s other hand reached up to touch her eyes, as he said slowly, “Being someone’s wife, if you can’t leave the house, you have to be good in bed. Otherwise, why did I marry you? You’re just here to satisfy me, understand?”
Amy swore that she really wanted to travel back in time to that day, not to listen to Frank’s words, not to believe that she could give up love and exchange it for what she wanted through marriage…
She also wanted to slap herself a few times, even if she died in Las Vegas, she didn’t want to endure the contempt and insults of someone like Lucas.
He was right. How could a woman who didn’t even have self-respect expect others to respect her?
She understood even more clearly that divorce was impossible! Lucas was ruthless and had secrets hidden in his heart. It was her own foolishness to rush headlong into him…
He withdrew his fingers, flipped her over, grabbed her waist from behind, and entered forcefully, gradually stretching open her tightness, and then thrusting hard, burying himself completely inside her.
Amy had been tormented by headaches all day and had lost half of her soul. She didn’t have the strength to resist. This man, this marriage, were both voluntarily accepted by her. She couldn’t blame anyone…
Her face sank into the soft pillow, and she could only sob softly.
Then, he just focused on making love and satisfying himself. He thrust in forcefully, then pulled out, repeatedly. Even though there were sounds of water splashing, it only made her more uncomfortable. Every time, it seemed like he was going deeper and deeper inside her…
She wanted to tell him to stop… but would he pity her, sympathize with her, or stop?
So Amy mechanically endured and suffered, her long eyelashes tightly closed, as if this would make all the pain disappear.
She had fallen from a honey pot into a quagmire. In just over five months, faced with heavy debts, she was not strong enough to bear all the storms. She had no one to rely on, no branch to lean on, and no one to share her pain and sadness.
She could only… let this man press down on her, plundering her remaining dignity in his wild way.
“Lucas… it hurts… Can you stop?” She finally turned her face, softly pleading, blinking her long eyelashes, but surprisingly, no tears fell!
When she couldn’t even cry, the pain was indescribable.
“Hurts? Doesn’t seem like it… look, you’re so wet, but you’re not shedding any tears. That night in America, you shed quite a few tears,” he leaned down, lightly kissing her cheek.
“I can’t cry, but it really hurts,” she gently furrowed her brows, whispering, “Can we stop for today? Tomorrow, I’ll be ready…”
But he was unmoved.
Amy took a deep breath and said again, “Then let me be on top… please…”
At least that way, she wouldn’t have to endure his vigorous thrusting anymore. She really couldn’t take it!
A glint of starlight flashed in Lucas’s eyes. He rolled over, letting her sit on top of him.
She leaned forward a bit, her long hair brushing against his chest, her hands pressing against his sturdy chest muscles, moving slowly.
“You can’t do it like this…” he obviously wasn’t satisfied, his hands supporting her hips, pressing down heavily, fully penetrating her body.
Amy gasped for breath, glanced up at him in panic, endured for a while, and finally couldn’t help but say:
“I have to learn, don’t I? I’m not like you, experienced in love and naturally skilled.”
The air suddenly became tense.
Amy decided to lie directly on his chest, reached for the remote control of the lamp, and turned it off. “Let’s not turn on the lights, so you won’t see me. You can imagine me as someone you like, and maybe you won’t be so angry.”
Lucas’s breathing became heavier!
After a moment of silence, he suddenly pushed her off him, grabbed a robe, and stormed out of the room.
Lucas’s mood today was really terrible!
Amy slumped in the middle of the bed, gently closed her eyes, and breathed rapidly.
She knew this couldn’t go on. She had to figure out Lucas’s connection to the Green Family as soon as possible. She couldn’t continue to be in a state of confusion and getting beaten up. If he was only in a bad mood because she embarrassed him tonight, then there might still be room to maneuver…