Billionaire's Contract Lover

Chapter 3 Delight Me

Matthew's frame melded against Rebecca's, initiating a rough kiss. Driven by zeal and fervor, his lips traced a pathalong her slim neck, culminating in a bite at her collarbone.

Rebecca winced in pain from his bite, unprepared for the sudden intimacy, her hands clawed in disarray as she began to struggle.

"No, you can't."

Annoyed by her resistance, Matthew grabbed her hand. "Why not? You're mine!"

With a forceful tug, he flipped her over, eliciting a cry of shock from her, as he proceeded to nibble at her neck with increased fervor.

"No! Let go of me!" Growing anxious, her movements to push him away intensified, when all of a sudden, her eyes widened in alarm.

Matthew's large hand had ventured into her most private domain without any warning. A sudden rush of pain and mortification overwhelmed her, making her furrow her brows, with tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

He pulled out his moistened fingers, waving them before her face, as if seeking validation. "See? You say no, but your body says yes."

Rebecca felt deeply humiliated, as if her mind and body were in conflict. Her mind resisted, yet her body betrayed her, responding involuntarily to his provocations with unbidden moistness.

Matthew pinched her chin with a sneer and planted an even more fervent kiss.

Rebecca came to the bitter realization that defiance would only be met with discipline, but submission was a garment she refuse to wear.

Matthew, undeterred by her rebellion, seized her hand, guiding her to submerge into the depths of desire.

He gently nibbled on her earlobe and commanded, "Delight me!"

"Stop it. I said no!"

He allured her into breathless anticipation, peeling away the layers that obstructed their closeness. As skin met skin, he reveled in the softness of her, untamed and delicate. Her naive responses, unpracticed and raw, elicited from him a profound sign.

"Are you sure you don’t want this? You're enjoying it, aren't you?" he murmured. Withdrawing his hand, he guided hers, orchestrating an intimate union.

It was Rebecca’s first time; tension caused her to arch her back, as a delicate sheen of sweat adorned her neck, an image of grace and allure. Matthew, feeling the strain as well, gently patted her posterior, his breaths heavy as he murmured, "Be good. Just relax."

He then lowered his head to capture the crest of her bosom with his lips, his waist arching as he pressed into her with a motion too tumultuous. The intensity compelled Rebecca to moan in pain, her entire form curling and shuddering.

But Matthew was beyond self-control now, launching into a fierce and forceful assault, relentless in his advances. She was overwhelmed, biting her lip in a valiant attempt to stifle her tears.

Her display of vulnerability, laced with grievance yet irresistibly endearing, only served to fuel Matthew's desire to dominate her to follow her instincts and lose herself in unbridled abandon.

As Rebecca felt she was on the brink of fainting, Matthew finally ceased his actions.

In the end, she opened her previously clenched eyes, feeling an inexplicable emptiness within.

Her virginity had been taken by him like this. The pain struck deep within her, yet it was the anguish of her emotions that truly overshadowed the bodily discomfort. She was truly fed up with this suffocating feeling of having her fate in someone else's hands!

Seeing her with her eyes closed, Matthew couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face. Her body was so soft, yet her temperament was surprisingly tough.

Unaccustomed to the intimacy of sharing a bed, he rose and retreated to the solitude of another room.

The next morning, seeing Matthew go downstairs for breakfast, Diana, the housekeeper, did not catch sight of Rebecca.

Somewhat concerned, she tentatively asked, "Miss Richards..."

"Call her later for breakfast. Save some for her."

Matthew's response, though brief, carried an unusual warmth. Perhaps he reflected on last night's scenes.

It wasn't until noon that Diana went to wake Rebecca up, only to find she had a fever.

She hurriedly made a phone call to send Rebecca to the hospital and took the opportunity to inform Matthew through his assistant, as he was in a meeting.

After the meeting, Matthew learned about Rebecca's condition and rushed to the hospital.

Rebecca was still receiving an IV drip as he arrived at the hospital. Standing by her bedside, he watched her sleeping face and was enveloped by an odd surge of emotion.

Her pale face, tightly closed eyes, slightly furrowed brows, the clear forbearance. And yet his gaze inadvertently caught sight of the deep and shallow hickeys on Rebecca's porcelain-like skin.

He arched an eyebrows, recalling the scenes from the previous night, the sensation of tender abandon. Now reflecting upon it, he realized he had indeed been too brusque. 

Rebecca fully recovered from her fever the next day, though she still seemed lethargic.

Matthew had been staying by her side, working while she was sleeping, until her fever subsided and she woke up. 

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, touching her forehead.

"Much better," replied Rebecca, avoiding his gaze. She dodged his touch because his approach was only a reminder of the memories of the previous night. She hated the sensation of being disconnected from her body, and to be honest, she didn't even want to admit it had happened.

"I need to go to school today," she said, making an excuse to escape.

Matthew observed her awkward demeanor, his gaze lowering to her slightly parted lips as he uttered, "Starting from today, you'll stay here at home. I'll have a driver take you to and from school."

Rebecca was momentarily taken aback, and then realization dawned on her. It made sense; now that he was back, things couldn’t be as they were before, letting her do as she pleased. She nodded. "Got it!"

After all, it’s only three more months left. After that, her constrained life would end, and she would soon be free.

In three months, she would definitely break free from him!