When We Were In Love

After her parents left, Vivian, in frustration, grabbed a few bottles of wine from the cellar and went back to her room.

The doctor had warned her against drinking, but it didn't matter to her anymore. If it could ease her pain a little, why would she even care?

Pulling the rubber plug, the room was instantly filled with a strong smell of wine. She didn't even use a wine glass. She was literally pouring wine into her mouth.

With a half bottle of wine down her stomach, she, who normally drank moderately, was already drunk.

When Christian walked in, he saw a woman leaning against the bed, a little tipsy, yet beautiful and dazzling as a peach blossom.

Hearing the footsteps, Vivian slowly opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to be concentrated enough to recognize him, "What...what are you doing here?"

He frowned when he saw the mess on the floor, "This is my house. I can go wherever I want."

Staggered to her feet, she struggled to close the door, when he easily held the door against his shoes.

She overexerted herself and suddenly fell forward to throw herself into his arms.

"Get over yourself!" He sneered, reaching out to hold her chin, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

She brushed him off, "No way...get off me."

Her hands felt incredibly soft and warm when touching his skin. His eyes suddenly became dead serious before he locked the door, picked her up and threw her into the bed.

"You hit on me first."

He grabbed her slender wrists and pushed them over her head. She subconsciously tried to dodge his advances, "Don't...get out..."

Narrowed his eyes, he spared a hand to hold her chin to force her to look up, "Get out? You are becoming quite daring."

He ripped her shirt off and ran his hands all over her body with adept roughness.

Before she could say no, he crushed her wildly. There was no foreplay at all. She was still dry when he entered her without mercy.

Struggling in the violent storm like a boat, she was almost melted in the burning fire.

She couldn't help grabbing the bed sheet beneath her. She was fully aware what he was doing to her right now.

He was ruthless. But whenever he saw her frowning, he became gentler for a moment.

Sweat rolled down his cheeks and fell on her bared skin, which made her tremble.

It was surprising how well they matched in bed. She was so amazing and he couldn't help asking for more.

She was a blank sheet that hadn't been painted yet. He was now a spontaneous painter that left his marks all over the paper.

Somehow, she gradually grew fond of it. Biting his lips to try not to make a sound, she eventually failed and let out a low moan.

He froze for a moment before he became more violent than ever.

It was so intense that she passed out. When she woke up, she found Christian sleeping soundly next to her. His breath was heavy and masculine, making her bare skin itchy.

What was going on?

She didn't dare to move. She was naked and there were empty wine bottles on the floor. Memories of last night were rushing back to her.

She was too shocked to admit that their marriage had been consummated last night.

How could this be possible?

He had resented her so much. Why on earth did he do this?

She was utterly confused for the moment. She had to lie down and close her eyes.

Maybe she was too exhausted from last night. In a haze, she heard women's laughter from outside.

The door was opened with a key, and then came a scream.

"What are you two doing?!"