Chapter 7: Playing with Fire and Burning Oneself
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Chapter 7: Playing with Fire and Burning Oneself
All words were sealed by his kiss.
His lips were exceptionally soft, making one addicted with just a single kiss.
Though it started as a forced act, she found herself becoming slightly addicted, kissing him back fervently.
The two of them teased each other, as if in a competition to see who would succumb first.
Vivien Eipstein had drunk some alcohol, and her body was already feeling hot. With Herbert Grantham's teasing, the heat within her seemed about to explode, desperately seeking an outlet for release.
Herbert Grantham, this heartless man, not only had soft lips but they were also cool, like delicious jelly, making her want to bite them to quench the fire burning inside her.
Herbert Grantham's hands quickly moved over Vivien Eipstein's body, noticing that her temperature was rising bit by bit.
His eyes instantly turned dark.
With a sudden curse, he tore apart the clothes on Vivien Eipstein's body.
Vivien Eipstein tried to stop him, but it was too late. Her husband was truly rough, tearing her clothes. Now, did he expect her to go back naked? This wicked man, could it be that he didn't do it on purpose?
As for whether it was intentional or not, Herbert Grantham wasn't ready to discuss it with her. He just wanted to properly punish this restless woman, making her regret ever getting involved with him.
This woman, even after playing around, dared to take drugs. That was what truly enraged Herbert Grantham.
Herbert Grantham's actions were anything but gentle; in fact, they could be described as quite rough.
Vivien Eipstein's rationality was completely shattered. She inwardly craved Herbert Grantham's straightforward brutality. Their bodies seemed to reach an agreement, each taking what they needed.
After three hours of intense activity, Vivien Eipstein was so exhausted that she didn't even want to move a finger. This man was really something.
After showering, Herbert Grantham came out wrapped in a bathrobe, with a scratch on his chest, clearly a mark from her passionate actions earlier.
Vivien Eipstein's gaze boldly roamed over his well-built body, watching the water droplets slide down his defined muscles. The area covered by the towel seemed incredibly alluring.
Under the dim light, she unabashedly admired every inch of him, from top to bottom.
Even though she had touched him several times before, he remained incredibly attractive.
Herbert Grantham did not avoid her bold gaze, allowing her to scrutinize him freely.
"Again?"
"Mr. Fu, you have such abundant energy. I admit defeat."
"Weren't you very capable just now? Why can't you anymore?"
Vivien Eipstein naturally wouldn't admit defeat in this matter. She curved her lips, "I’ve heard that doing it too much can lead to kidney deficiency. I'm thinking of your well-being. Let's call it a day; there's always tomorrow, right?"
Herbert Grantham didn't expose her lie. After changing into his clothes, he walked to the sofa and lifted her chin with his hand. "I warn you, as my wife, being well-behaved is the bare minimum. If I find out you’re taking drugs again, don't blame me for being unforgiving."
"If you want excitement, come to me. I will definitely satisfy you. After all, our bodies are quite compatible..."
Herbert Grantham released her chin and gently patted her pink cheek. "Understood?"
Vivien Eipstein suddenly burst into laughter, her eyes full of blatant seduction. "Mr. Fu, are you joking? You play around more than I do, don't you? I'm just having a little fun, but you’re the one who's been caught in the news. Don't tell me you didn't know?"
Herbert Grantham raised an eyebrow slightly. "You should read less gossip news..."
"Pfft... Mr. Fu, if you can do it, why can't you own up to it? What kind of man is that?"
Herbert Grantham looked at Vivien Eipstein's face and suddenly smiled. "What? Are you jealous?"
Vivien Eipstein quickly shook her head. "Not at all, not at all. It's just a bit of fun. But next time, use protection. I don't want to catch any diseases..."
Herbert Grantham's expression instantly darkened.
After a moment, he turned and left.
Lying on the large sofa, Vivien Eipstein watched Herbert Grantham leave angrily, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Mr. Fu, since you ruined my clothes, you should at least buy me a new set, right?"
Herbert Grantham, who had already reached the door, paused at these words.
After leaving, Herbert Grantham still sent someone to bring Vivien Eipstein a long dress and personally arranged for her to be taken home.
After changing into the new dress, Vivien Eipstein noticed two men, who looked like bodyguards, standing outside the door.
Vivien Eipstein: "..."
Herbert Grantham actually sent people to watch over her. How shameless!
The dress Herbert Grantham sent was a black one. Wearing it, Vivien Eipstein looked like a dazzling black rose in the night.
The two bodyguards glanced at her and quickly averted their eyes, not daring to look any longer.
As Vivien Eipstein stepped out, the two bodyguards followed closely behind her.
Vivien Eipstein turned around, smiling seductively. "Gentlemen, what are you doing here?"
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