Billionaire's Contract Lover

Chapter 4 Need a Lesson for Pleasing a Man?

Over the past two years, Rebecca had been providing designs to a small-scale jewelry company and currently had two more designs to rush.

Her mother was a talented jewelry designer, from whom Rebecca inherited her flair for design.

The jewelry company appreciated her work and paid her well for it.

Over the past two years, in addition to covering her tuition fees and Aunt Sara's medical expenses, Rebecca had managed to save a significant amount, aiming to quickly accumulate the 500 thousand dollars she borrowed from Matthew.

After returning from dealing with school matters, she spent her time in her room working on her designs.

She was deeply engrossed in her drawing, so much as that she was startled at sound of the door lock being turned. Indeed, she had kept her job a secret from Matthew.

Instinctively, Rebecca hid the design drafts behind her. Matthew appeared fresh from a shower, with a black bathrobe loosely on his body, revealing his subtly defined chest muscles and V-cut. He squinted his eyes, her slight movement did not escape his notice.

His gaze was filled with a brooding intensity as he locked eyes with her, his lips parting slightly. "So nervous? What are you hiding behind my back?"

Rebecca subconsciously shook her head. "No...nothing, I was just surprised by you coming in so suddenly, sir."

Matthew remained silent for a moment before stepping further into the room. He then said with deep meaning, "I remember you're not one to scare easily."

Rebecca was so nervous that her palms were sweating. The man in front of her was too persistent to let her go until he got an answer. Rebecca's mind raced, and suddenly, a bold idea burst forth. Under his probing gaze, she tiptoed, reached up to lightly hook Matthew's neck, pulled him down and then planted a kiss on his face.

Matthew was clearly taken aback. Rebecca's eyelashes fluttered, like a soft brush stirring something deep within him. It was strange; the briefest touch sparked a fierce yearning. In his eyes simmered a trace of desire, and his breath became labored all at once.

"Why are you being so sweet today?" he asked, gazing deeply into her eyes, his tone suggestive, "In the mood for it?"

Rebecca suppressed her guilt and reluctantly acted against her will to keep him from finding out. Gritting her teeth, she pressed her nose against his, her words belying her true feelings, "Sir, you’ve helped me so much. I just want to make you happy."

Her initiative was the most potent aphrodisiac for him. Out of nowhere, Matthew lifted Rebecca by the waist, freaking her out to the point of almost screaming.

He settled with her on the couch, assuming an intimate posture. His broad palm gently caressed her fair neck, his eyes adoringly lingering on her attractive collarbone. She wore a stylish necklace, the timing of its purchase unknown, which made her entire being appear exceptionally delicate and supple.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth, his voice laced with a trace of doting affection. "So, is this an attempt at seduction?"

Matthew's features were impeccably sculpted, his breath warming her face, filled with boundless temptation, leaving Rebecca's cheeks thoroughly flushed.

Hearing the word "seduction", Rebecca felt a pang of self-degradation, as though she was truly nothing more than an object of pleasure for him. Internally, she made a vow to herself to endure a while longer – just three more months to go.

She stiffly buried her face into the expanse of his broad chest, hiding the defiance in her eyes, as if silently conceding to his assumption, which in turn, inspired Matthew to entertain himself further.

"If you remain silent, I'll take it as your consent."

Despite Rebecca’s reluctance to admit it, an inner struggle compelled her to muster a semblance of resistance. As she teetered on the brink of making a retort, Matthew’s discerning gaze met hers, his brow furrowed in gentle disapproval. "It’s too crude for my taste."

"You really need a lesson for pleasing a man?" His tone shifted as he lifted her chin, speaking with a smooth cadence and a trace of smile. But beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable hint of disdain, as if she were merely a trinket for his entertainment.

Rebecca's eyes widened, momentarily stunned by his words. Though she appeared calm, anger seethed beneath the surface.

Rebecca was so furious that she wished she could just bow her head and bite him to death, but she couldn't.

She had gravely miscalculated his malignant delight. Her intent wasn't to please him but to prevent her plans from being discovered. For the sake of future freedom, she had to feign subservience and learn to appease him.

With her eyebrows raising slightly and her scarlet lips forming a tight line, Rebecca challenged, "And how do you plan to teach me, Mr. Weller?"

Her facial expressions were clearly mirrored in the eyes of Matthew, who let out a soft chuckle. He spoke beguilingly, in a voice so gentle it was like a breath caressing her ear, "Then you better pay close attention."

He cradled Rebecca in his arms and kissed her gently as they edged toward the bed. Their embrace was a tight tangle, and their lingering kisses drew out in silken threads.

Matthew, with eyes cast down, easily slipped off her nightgown, revealing her delicate shoulders, her breath erratic. He then lowered himself upon her, and together they collapsed into the soft embrace of the bed, which dipped beneath their weight.

Rebecca's hands were pinned down on the bed, her eyes shut, her expression a blend of acquiescence and surrender.

His kisses stung her, but it was more of a ticklish feeling. Rebecca felt a twinge of fear. Her knees buckled, an involuntary gesture that was detected by Matthew, who whispered with a muted chuckle, "Didn't you say you wanted to learn? Open your eyes and watch closely."

Though obstinate in speech, Rebecca struggled internally to accept this aspect of herself, her eyes firmly shut.

"For an unwilling student, I have to teach her as many times as it takes!" he said with a deep laugh, his lips finding their way back to hers again.

Reminded of the punishment from that night, Rebecca suddenly opened her eyes wide to looking at Matthew, resisting, "Can we not do this today?"

"If I’m not mistaken, it was you who initiated moments ago. Is there something you are not telling me?" responded Matthew.

Rebecca was caught off guard by his acute sensitivity, quick to detect even the faintest disturbance. She realized she couldn't risk further resistance. "It's just that I haven't fully recovered from last time. I'm scared and need some more time."

Though she was headstrong, she knew better than to be foolish when it was time to yield.

His voice was husky, each word seeming to spill from the depth of his throat, imbued with a viscous mirth. "Then I'll be gentler."

Rebecca closed her eyes, and a dull sourness filled her heart. She realized she couldn't escape. In his presence, it seemed that her words and thoughts were of little consequence.

His touch sparked trails of fire on her body, and despite her obvious distress, her body’s instincts forced her to wriggle restlessly.

Matthew's smile deepened, his breath teasing the edge of her ear. "Not bad, you're making progress."

Rebecca's mind contended with her body’s potent sensations. With her lip held taut between her teeth, she averted her head, seeking refuge from the onset, yet felt an almost piercing force charged into her.