Chapter 180
The living room with yellow lights was the only dimly lit spot in the mansion. Rain had started falling outside, making the night seem colder. The pitter-patter of the rain resounded loudly in the ears. Stella weakly shoved the man pinning her down. The jarring physical disparity between the male and female bodies overwhelmed her. Her eyes trembled, marred with pain and heavy resistance. As if completely oblivious to it, Weston held the back of her head and forced himself upon her. He was a very aggressive man who desired control-Stella had already experienced his yearn
for domination just now.
She didn’t understand-if Weston’s sense of possessiveness was so strong over his own woman, why did he allow Guinevere to be cast in the first place? From what she knew, the movie Guinevere had acted in after clinching the Best Female Actor award was littered with intimate scenes that bordered on obscene.
This was probably because she was a mistress, one stripped of any say and defense in the matter. Her only role was submission.
Guinevere, however, was different. She was his lawful wife, and they were equals in their
relationship. Weston definitely treated Guinevere with respect and love, unlike the impudence he displayed while manhandling her. After straightening out her thoughts, Stella put up no further resistance and her arms plopped weakly by her side.
Weston observed the change in her stance and stopped.
Panting slightly, it was as though he was egging a response out of Stella to his action. Instead of looking at her, he stood up and went straight to the washroom.
A moment later.
The sound of water falling from shower sounded. Stella curled up on the couch, hugging herself. She shut her eyes and let fatigue wash over her.
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