Chapter 7: You Want to Make Love? I'll Satisfy You.
"It was you who cheated first in this marriage, so who's the one who lacks decency?" Mary screamed with reddened eyes.
Matthew's pupils suddenly contracted. He had never expected Mary to dare to slap him! He had been spoilt since childhood. When had he ever been treated like this?
He grabbed Mary's wrist and pinned her to the bed.
"Mary, have I spoilt you too much?" Matthew's eyes were cold, and a heavy sense of oppression washed over him.
Mary was stunned, her heart sinking. How could she forget thatMatthew was the third young lord of the Montagu family? He had been living a life of luxury and high status since childhood! He had never been treated like this, and Mary's slap must have crossed his bottom line.
But he was also Mary's husband! He had cheated; he had been wrong. What right did he have to be angry?
Mary collected herself and stubbornly looked at Matthew. "My Matt might have spoiled me, but you? When have you ever spoilt me? Don't you find it funny to say that?"
This man was no longer the Matthew she had known.
Matthew's eyes were deep, hiding a cold storm.
"Mary, if you behave this way, you're really not interesting at all." Matthew frowned. "We could have parted on good terms. Why make such a fuss?"
Matthew released Mary, stood up, looked down at her, and turned to leave.
Mary was so angry that she almost fainted, her chest heaving violently.
Not interested in her? Ha! Last night, he was tangled up with her on this bed, and today, he says he's not interested.
Was it because he had seen the girl?
Resentment grew in her heart, and Mary rushed forward to hug him tightly. "Matthew, you can't leave! We haven't divorced yet. You have to stay!"
"Stay and watch you go mad?" Matthew sneered coldly.
Mary didn't respond. She simply reached out to Matthew's chest, stroking his firm and strong pecs. They had been married for half a year, and Mary naturally knew how to excite him.
Matthew's breathing deepened, and he grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"
Mary stepped in front of him. "Didn't you say you weren't interested in me? Matthew, you obviously clearly still have feelings for me!"
Seeing his darkened face, Mary’s lips curved into a provocative smile. "What? Will you remain chaste for that woman? But we haven't divorced yet. You're still my husband. I have the right to demand you fulfill your marital duties."
Mary approached him, laughing mockingly. "If it doesn't work, I can pay you."
Matthew's face turned livid at her words.
What did Mary take him for?
Anger burned in Matthew's heart, and he grabbed Mary's face, his voice icy. "Mary, I'll show you the consequences of provoking me!"
Matthew kissed her fiercely, nothing like his previous gentleness.
Mary couldn't handle his kiss. Her lips felt a slight pain mixed with indescribable pleasure as Matthew bit her lip, forcing her back against the wall.
Mary closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, and she hugged Matthew tightly.
Tears trickled down from her eyes.
She did this just to find a shadow of the past Matthew.
He was Matthew of the Montagu family, but also her Matthew! She just wanted him to return to the Matthew he once was.
Mary's tears trickled down her cheeks, only to be kissed away by him.
Matthew's kisses became more intense. Mary was pinned against the wall, panting heavily. Matthew pulled Mary's panties straight down, lifted her long leg, and entered her forcefully.
Behind Mary was the cold wall; in front of her was the hot chest. She looked at Matthew, her almond eyes moist, her face flushed.
His thick penis got into her wet, hot pussy. She moaned, enduring his increasingly fierce thrusts.
"Mary, since you want to make love with me," Matthew looked at her dazed expression and laughed lowly, "then I'll satisfy you."
Mary was stunned, a sour feeling rising in her chest.
Matthew was ruthlessly pounding her most tender spot. Mary couldn't take it; she bit her lip, suppressing the moans about to escape.
Pain and pleasure intertwined. She looked at Matthew's handsome face so close to hers, her voice trembling. "Matthew, let's not get divorced, okay?"
Matthew was thrusting into her hard. When he heard Mary's words, he suddenly froze.