Leila grunted; her body was stiff from the pain, but she did not beg for mercy at all. She silently bore Vincent's violence without saying anything.
Her stubborn attitude provoked him even more, to the point that he violated her body even more ferociously.
His violence not only made her feel incredibly painful, but also feel as though her body was being tamed by him. While enduring his madness and punishment, Leila felt her dignity collapse. Each time he entered into her body. The slight tearing pain made her slightly frown, but she worked hard to put on a smile and continued to look at him, to not let him detect anything amiss.
After a long time, it all finally stopped.
Vincent got up and left without a word, as if repulsed by her. The fact she was not a virgin really affected him!
Leila struggled as she sat up on the pure, white sofa; there wasn’t any hint of blood. She cracked a smile on the corner of her lips. ‘Mr. White, you might be disappointed, but who says I am not?’
‘I was not your prostitute!’
‘I was not some woman you can just bully around; I had got my bottom line as well. Can’t I protest? Won’t you even allow me this simple act?’
She stood up and picked up the messy clothes off the floor. Her whole body was in pain; the pain between her legs was unspeakable, and the pain clearly showed on her pale face.
This was the husband and wife’s first night together; everything that needs to be done has been done. But there was no lingering look into each other’s loving eyes, nor any exchange of lifelong vows, nor any sweet talks underneath the moonlight; just the lingering resentment towards one another.
With that, he left with his anger, and she held onto her sorrow on the messy sofa, catching her breath. After a while, she laughed bitterly, and left staggered out the study.
Shower.
Change of clothes.
As she walked out the bedroom, she became directly faced with Vincent, who had nothing on but a towel at his waist, and his hair was still dripping wet. He gloomily stared at her.
Leila forced a slight smile from the corner of her lips and looked back at him.
Vincent’s lips formed into a graceful yet wicked arc, “The whorehouse must be referring to the Hunters, correct?”
“And yet, you insisted on marrying a bitch like me!” Leila feigned a smile, “Mr. White, just between you and me, we’re no better than the other!”
Upon hearing this, Vincent did not throw a fit nor get angry. His wicked smile remained, and a thought raced through his mind. He extended a hand and grabbed her chin. “What a woman! Then let’s make you even more of a bitch!”
Leila felt a chill down to her bones, but she still had her smile on and looked directly at Vincent, “You’re furious, but you still have some concerns. Tell me, Mr. White, what are you worried about? Is it my father’s fame and power?”
“Don’t bother trying to figure me out; you’re nowhere near qualified!” Vincent pinched her soft chin and viciously remarked.
As she was inhaling due to the pain, he kissed over her lips in a foreboding manner. His teeth bit down ferociously on her lips, which made her feel unbearably painful.
Leila forced herself to appear unfazed, and did not even show a hint of pain.
“If you want to screw around behind my back, you better make sure you’ve got the nerves to face the consequences!” Vincent glazed over her beautiful body in a menacing manner. He proceeded to press his lips behind her ears, then bit down on her earlobe.
Leila suddenly began to tremble; how could she have forgotten the consequences of going against Vincent? She asked in a trembling voice, “What, what are you planning to do?”
“Oh, you’ll see! It’s not time yet!” After he said this, he bit down hard on her earlobe and sucked. This mad torture suddenly made Leila felt a tingle down to her bones, and her body stiffened unconsciously.
Just as she was about to fall, Vincent suddenly let her go, “Such a slut; didn’t I satisfy you just now?”
Against his anger, she was relishing the success of her protest, but she was also in severe pain from loneliness.
She might have hurt his pride as a man, but did he not break her heart?
“Your skills in bed are nothing to flatter yourself over!” Leila gritted her teeth and rebuked.
“Is that so? Does that mean you want to have another go!?” Vincent roared and could not suppress the unknown anger he felt inside him. How could he possibly let a woman like her ruin his pride as a man?
“Even if we do it again, I won’t resist, but it’s true that your skills are laughable!” Leila put herself out there just to provoke him. Her tiny white hands were balled tightly by her side. She could clearly see the contempt in his eyes. He was really affected!
Deep breath!
Vincent’s eyes were a dark abyss; even his tone was full of anger. Looking at the time, if it wasn’t for his meeting appointment later, he would definitely not let her off the hook. There was no way he would let anyone trample over his pride. “Hmph! Even if you wanted to do it again, I wouldn’t want to touch you! You’re too dirty, you’re a cheap whore! No, you’re not even worthy to be called a whore!”
“I may be no better than a whore, but you’re no better than a beast. This is our nature; let’s see who’s worse than the other?!” Leila snapped back.
“You might anger me, but it’ll be Macey who’ll feel my wrath. You better think it over!” Vincent’s expression was stone cold. This woman used to always seem gentle and upright. But for some reason, right now, an inexplicable feeling seemed to radiate from her. Did he really have her on a leash under his control?
“Is that the best threat you can come up with? If I don’t care about her, what else can you do?”
“Hmph! I could care less as to whether you care about her, but I’m sure you care about your family name!” He adamantly believed that there was no way she didn’t care about anything.
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the writing is quite childish, but maybe it's just the translations...