Chapter 372 You'll End Up Feeling Worse
Thinking about their last awkward chat, Mary really didn't want to open the door. But it was late, and from the look on his face, he wasn't going anywhere until she did.
With a sigh, Mary opened the door. "What are you doing... "
Before she could finish, he leaned in, his hot hands cupping her face, and kissed her hard.
He was heavy, and the pressure made her back up.
Finally, her leg hit the couch, her knees buckled, and she plopped down on it.
Matthew never let go of her.
His kiss was fiery, his breath mingling with hers, like he wanted to consume her.
Gradually, Mary found it hard to resist.
Her eyes teared up, her body softened, and when she felt her nightgown being pushed up, she snapped back to reality.
"Matthew," she mumbled.
He reeked of alcohol, his hot breath making her shiver.
"What's wrong?" Matthew asked, grabbing her hand and placing it on his belt.
The metal buckle was cold, and Mary's fingers curled slightly.
"I don't want to, I don't want this," she resisted, not wanting to go any further.
Given their situation, this was the last thing they should be doing!
But Matthew pressed on, his breath hot on her skin, his voice deep and magnetic. "Let's see if your body agrees."
Before she could react, his hand moved.
"Stop," Mary exclaimed.
He chuckled low in her ear. "But Mary, your body says otherwise."
Mary bit her lip instinctively. This feeling made her feel ashamed. She pushed him away, not letting him touch her more.
Matthew stopped, kissed her cheek, and said, "Why not listen to your body? You'll just feel worse if you don't."
Mary felt even more ashamed!
They had been so unhappy before, so how could he say such things with a straight face?
"Matthew, I'm not in the mood, I don't want to!" Mary said firmly.
Even though her body had given up resisting, she just didn't want to.
He was very skilled at handling her body, and she couldn't resist at all.
Matthew's breathing was heavy, and he finally asked, "Then help me out. If you take care of my need, I won't bother you for sex."
Mary's lips trembled slightly.
She cursed in her head, 'Matthew is really despicable!'
"Go take a shower!" Mary pushed him. Even if she were to help him, she didn't want to.
Matthew's heavy body pressed against her, one of his legs already kneeling between hers. He sighed slightly, "Mary, you're being a bit heartless. I'm like this, and you won't help me?"
Sober Matthew would never say such things!
Mary didn't want to answer him, pushing him to get up.
But he was too heavy, such a tall man completely enveloping her, making her feel like a trapped rabbit, her eyes reddening with urgency.
"Matthew, get up!" Because of the earlier intensity, Mary's voice had softened, sounding like it was soaked in water.
Matthew, however, held her tightly. "If you don't help me, I won't get up."
He acted like a rogue.
He even rubbed his nose against her cheek, being unreasonably affectionate.
Mary was suddenly stunned. Such actions were only something the amnesiac Matthew would do.
The Matthew who had regained his memory was always domineering and forceful. How could he act like this?
