She’s Married, Sir (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 47

The man undressed her, lifted her up, and passionately pressed her against the wall to kiss her. 

Scarlett’s movements were wooden and unresponsive, yet he domineeringly played with her like a fish. 

He hugged and kissed her for a while, then, feeling a little bored, he reached out and pinched her waist. 

“It hurts…” 

Scarlett cried out in pain, her small cherry lips parting as the man immediately invaded. 

His kiss was still as passionate as before, but the touch of his lips against hers was much gentler than before. 

As if he was very familiar with her body, he first ignited her sensitive area and then slowly entered. 

Scarlett could tell that his skills were excellent, and she was clearly not being forced, but rather enjoying it. 

As soon as this thought occurred to her, she felt an urge to punish herself for even enjoying it. How could she possibly take pleasure in it?! 

But… 

He had done it multiple times, and she had sunk into depravity. 

It was the same as when she was with Sebastian. 

She couldn’t help but reach out and grab his back. 

She felt she was likely insane, yet strangely her body seemed to fit perfectly with the stranger’s. 

The man nibbled her earlobe and whispered in her ear, “Is it comfortable?” 

Scarlett’s face suddenly flushed red. Did he catch sight of her reaction and intentionally tease her? 

She pinched her palm and forced herself to restrain her attentiveness. “I’m not feeling up to par.” 

The man sneered, his movements becoming increasingly frenzied, almost eliciting a scream from her. 

The man banged so hard as if to punish her. 

Scarlett was almost tortured to death by him until she could no longer bear it, and the man released her. 

She thought the man would depart once he was content, yet she hadn’t anticipated him escorting her back to the restroom. 

He hugged her to the bed, cradling her in his arms, gently patting her back with one hand, and softly coaxing her to sleep after helping her wash up. 

Scarlett snuggled into his embrace, stunned beyond belief. “You…” 

She wanted to inquire what was happening, but the man was kind and stroked her hair. “Good night.” 

Why did this affectionate tone sound as if he were saying good night to his girlfriend? 

Forced to be together, how could they embrace and slumber like a pair? 

Scarlett gazed at him with wide eyes, straining to make out who he was, yet unable to discern anything clearly. 

“Are you so unattractive that you don’t have the courage to show your face?” 

If he truly had feelings for her, he could pursue her openly. Why was he being so enigmatic? 

“Don’t tell me you have a lot of pimples on your face?” 

Noticing his silence, Scarlett kept asking. 

If she switched on the light, she would be able to discern the ridicule on the man’s face. 

He took her hand and placed it on his face, allowing her to feel it for herself. 

Scarlett quickly touched it, finding no pustules and the skin smooth and tight. 

Furthermore, the face had an angular shape, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.