Chapter 337 Having Sex
She bit back her emotions and snapped, "Matthew, this is my friend's place. Don't lose your mind here!"
Matthew's breath brushed her lips, and as he spoke, his thin lips grazed hers. His voice was rough. "Then come with me. I'll take you somewhere else to lose it."
'What a jerk!' Mary cursed silently, took a deep breath, and said, "Let go. I'm not in the mood for your crap."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "This isn't crap. This is serious business."
Mary frowned. "You call this serious business?"
Matthew let out a low chuckle. "Getting it on with you isn't serious business?"
Mary went quiet, feeling a surge of anger and wanting to kick him out, but she didn't have the power.
If she said something to piss him off, he might really lose it here.
Mary closed her eyes and turned her head away, not saying a word.
Matthew looked at her restrained expression, grabbed her chin, and chuckled. "You seem really unwilling, but just now, you were panting like that. Anyone would think I made you feel good."
Mary slapped him hard across the face.
She couldn't remember how many times she had slapped him.
But he seemed to feel no shame. The more she hit him, the more excited he got.
Matthew's tongue pressed against his cheek, his eyes darkening. "You're addicted to hitting me, aren't you?"
Mary's fingers trembled slightly, and a sense of fear surfaced in her heart.
Matthew's hand fell on her clothes, ready to tear them apart with a little force.
"If you dare to lose it here, I will hate you forever!" Mary shouted in anger and shame.
Matthew paused. The fabric in his hand was soft and fragile. A little force would tear it apart.
But seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, he suddenly felt very annoyed.
Matthew took out a cigarette, held it between his lips, and pulled out a lighter. Just as he was about to light it, he saw her trembling eyelashes and smirked. "Light it for me."
He shoved the lighter into her hand, his eyes half-closed, filled with mockery.
Mary wanted to throw the lighter at his face, but since he had finally stopped losing it, she had to cherish it.
She held the lighter, the flame flickering. She leaned closer to him, watching his handsome face illuminated by the firelight, his eyes like deep pools, staring at her unblinkingly.
She felt that gaze was scorching.
Matthew took a deep drag and then blew the smoke directly into her face.
Mary started coughing and pushed him away forcefully.
Matthew let out a low laugh, allowing her to push him away, and held the cigarette between his lips again.
Mary walked straight to the window, opened it, and let the fresh air in to disperse the smoke.
She said, "Why did you come to find me?"
Matthew replied, "To have sex."
Mary fell silent.
She ignored him, turned on the light, and went into the kitchen to bring the warm food to the dining table.
She hadn't eaten yet. She had first delivered food to Robert and was now starving.
Matthew watched her sip the soup, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat next to her, saying in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to bring him food anymore."
