Chapter 415 Lack of Restraint
Mary barely woke up before she drifted back into a sleepy haze.
She half-opened her eyes, leaning gently against Matthew's chest. Her slightly feverish fingers brushed his face as she whispered, "Matthew."
Matthew's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers twitched.
Mary's body shivered uncontrollably, and she hugged him tightly.
Her soft lips grazed his cheek, then landed on his neck. Her heavy breaths teased his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Mary, you started this," Matthew said in a deep voice.
He picked her up and pressed her against the wall.
Her body was burning up, and she shivered at the cold touch of the wall. She clung to Matthew, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Matthew gripped her waist tightly, his breathing heavy. Images of her with another man flashed through his mind, making him even more intense.
"Matthew, Matthew." Mary's voice broke; she couldn't take it anymore!
The shower was still running, the sound of water mixing with the steamy mist, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere in the bathroom.
When Mary woke up the next day, she felt sore all over.
She opened her eyes and saw Matthew's sexy Adam's apple.
Her breath caught, and when she looked up, she saw Matthew with his eyes closed, his long arms wrapped around her.
And she was clinging to him, like she couldn't let go.
Mary blinked, confused.
How did she end up in bed with Matthew?
What happened last night?
Full of questions, she tried to remember. She recalled being forced to drink, then someone saving her. She was sure it wasn't Matthew. She seemed to have vomited, and then everything went blank.
Mary slowly tried to pull away.
But the next second, Matthew moved and pinned her down, his heavy breaths on her neck.
"Matthew!" Mary exclaimed.
Before she could react, Matthew's advances overwhelmed her. He held her tightly, not giving her a chance to resist.
Her eyes filled with tears, driving him even crazier. His body heat burned her, and despite her attempts to push him away, he didn't stop.
An hour later, Matthew went to the bathroom.
Mary, sore and weak, gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, 'That jerk!'
Even though her memory of last night was fuzzy, she knew they had been at it almost the entire night.
Once Matthew started, he didn't know how to stop!
After he came out, Mary got dressed and went into the bathroom.
Matthew stood there, a towel around his waist, his defined muscles marked with kisses and scratches, a testament to the intensity of the night.
When Mary came out, Matthew was sitting on the sofa smoking. His narrow eyes darkened as he looked at her and asked directly, "Who was that guy?"
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