Chapter 98 Had That Man Ever Kissed Her Like This?
"Where have you been?" He asked casually.
Victoria stood nearby, nervously pursing her lips. "Just out with friends," she replied.
He simply smiled at her response, then lowered his head, focusing on his slender fingers without saying more.
"If you don’t need me, Mr. Harrington, I'll head back to my room to change," she said, noticing he didn't seem inclined to ask further.
With a hint of weariness on her profile, she nodded and bid him farewell.
The figure behind her remained seated and unmoving for a while.
Victoria speculated that he must have spent the night with Isabella, perhaps returning only recently. After all, they had to maintain appearances in front of elders; he couldn’t let them know that he spent a night away.
Ah! Were they on the brink of divorce? Despite the unpleasant altercation with Isabella's father the previous night, Isabella was still pregnant.
Yes, they must be nearing divorce.
With these thoughts in mind, Victoria cheerfully picked out a pink professional outfit to change into.
However, just as she began to undress, the door was pushed open from outside.
Instinctively turning around, she froze in place while clad only in her underwear. Her curves were fully exposed.
As the man approached her, she hastily grabbed a shirt to cover herself. "You... you..."
Alexander stood before her; his gaze cold as he watched her retreat.
A sudden pain pierced her heart, and in the next moment, she felt like a puppet with its strings cut.
She was then pushed down onto the bed.
She heard a buzzing sound, and then her mind went completely blank.
Soon, the man's tall figure loomed over her, his sensual fingers gripping her chin as his authoritative, low, and commanding voice echoed in her ear, "Victoria, now, I'm going to fulfill my duties as your husband."
"W-what duties?" Victoria stammered, her voice almost failing her in fear.
"Do you remember when I said I would teach you how to kiss last time?" He asked softly, holding her face gently as he spoke.
Before she could utter a word of protest, his lips were already upon hers.
However, this time, he didn't deepen the kiss. His lips were cool and dry, barely moving against hers. It was so still that she felt like she was in a dream.
She was just lying there foolishly, letting him take control.
Alexander lightly brushed his lips against hers, his eyes half-closed as he gazed at her lips and softly commanded, "Open your mouth."
Victoria couldn't move; she was unable to give him the reaction he desired.
In an instant, he forcefully pressed down on her chin.
"Ugh." She groaned in pain as Alexander easily invaded her lips.
Victoria's mind buzzed once again, and her body mechanically grasped his strong arm to push him away. But her attempt to resist him was futile.
Alexander effortlessly dominated her, using his expert kissing skills to make her dizzy and nearly breathless.
In Alexander's mind, all he could see was the image of her lying with Adrian on the beach. Had that man also forcefully kissed her like this? Had he also overpowered her with his lips and tongue? Had he let his fingers roam freely? Had he experienced the sensation of her exquisite skin and warm body temperature? And she? Had she ever been in a situation like this, struggling and whimpering beneath that man's body? Had she ever felt so aggrieved as to shed tears at that moment?
Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind of their first meeting.
Her gentle and serene demeanor was enticing as she stood before him with a bag in hand, saying, "Hello."
He paused abruptly. His eyes were filled with confusion as he stared at the tearful girl beneath him.
Overwhelmed with grievance, she finally raised her hand to strike at his face after he stopped. But Alexander swiftly caught her wrist.
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