Addicted to Tempt Pride Billionaire(Completed)

Chapter 4 Becoming His Woman First

You know that very well.

I've already done what I want to do.

"I want to…" Evianne fought through the pain to lean toward Zamond. She blew at his face and resumed, "I want to marry you."

Evianne was like a nymph.

Her beauty was an irresistible temptation.

Zamond felt that since she was throwing herself at him, he had no reason to say no.

"Alright." Zamond cupped her under the jaw with slim well-proportioned fingers and stroked the soft flesh of her chin. "On that day we failed to finish what we started. Tonight—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his cellphone vibrated.

"Don't answer it." Evianne hastily twined her arms around his neck, gave his ear lobe a playful nibble and licked it. "Don't take this call."

But Zamond, cool-headed, pushed her away.

His ardor was instantly replaced by apathy.

He's indeed not as manipulable as I think he is.

Interesting.

Zamond pulled his cellphone from his pocket, glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.

"Zam."

The call was from Pearly.

"Yeah."

"Your dad and I are home. Come here after driving Miss Moone back. We'll be here waiting for you."

"Why are you asking him to come back?! I don't want to see him!"

Pearly's tender voice was accompanied by Judson's angry roar.

Zamond's lips curved in a sarcastic smile. He turned his head and met Evianne's twinkling limpid eyes.

"I can't spare the time."

After hanging up, Zamond started the car.

Evianne was relieved and meekly sat back into her seat.

But she did not behave herself for long.

"What are you smiling about?"

Zamond, having noticed that she was snickering with her eyes downcast, asked her about the reason.

Evianne held her fist to her lips and gave a cough before turning to look at him.

She's so good at acting.

She always has this soulful look in her eyes when looking at me.

If I hadn't found out about her true colors already, she would've easily tricked me into believing that she really loves me.

People live only for themselves.

True love is the most ridiculous and most worthless thing in the world.

Evianne said, "Nothing. I just feel that we have a lot in common. The other day, I said we'd be an outcast duo if we got married, remember? Now it seems I was right. My dad and I never got along, and you and your father are on bad terms as well. We're in the same shoes, right?"

"Shut up!" Zamond snapped, his eyes fixed ahead. Evianne shut her mouth tight at the two words.

She belatedly recalled that she needed to become his woman, and angering him at this point in time would do her no service.

Therefore, Evianne kept silent throughout the remainder of the trip.

The car halted at the front door of a hotel. Evianne was immensely thankful that Zamond picked a different hotel.

This hotel must be the closest to Fontin Restaurant. It seems he can't wait to have me.

As that thought crossed her mind, a blush rose to Evianne's cheeks.

Zamond silently pushed the car door open and got out without a glance at her.

Evianne curled her lip, muttered something disapprovingly in her mind, then hastened out of the car as well and broke into a trot to catch up with him.

"Wait for me."

Her drawling voice sounded very titillating.

Zamond halted, turned to glance at her and put his arm around her shoulders.

Evianne snickered with complacency, docilely leaned against the crook of Zamond's arm.

Zamond walked out of the bathroom, a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body naked.

His hard tanned eight-pack abs were in two neat rows. His V-lines stretched all the way down beneath his bath towel. He had a V-shape upper body and everything else that a top-notch male model should have.

Evianne swallowed hard, making a distinct sound.

Zamond knitted his graceful eyebrows and tossed the towel in his hand to Evianne. It landed smack on her head.

"Ouch."

Evianne pulled the towel off her head. Holding it obsequiously with both hands and blinking her starry eyes, she smiled at him, "Would you like me to towel your hair for you?"

Zamond made no reply, walked up to the bed and sat on the edge of it.

Evianne sitting on her heels beside him and began to gently towel his short hair.

When his hair was half-dry, Zamond held her wrist and pulled her close.

Their eyes met. His voice was deep, sexy and slightly husky. "Are you well prepared this time? Once I get started, I won't stop for anything."

"I won't want you to stop." She burrowed into his embrace, lifted her head and looked at him with charming eyes. "But please be gentle with me, Zam. This is my first time."

First time?

Zamond did not believe her at all.

Everybody in Sirra City knew that Evianne, Hyber Moone's third-born, had a promiscuous lifestyle.

Only yesterday, news about her sleeping with three men in one night took up most of the front page of the entertainment section.

Even Zamond, a man who seldom read newspapers of that kind, had come to know it.

A woman like this is actually claiming to still have her virginity. How very ridiculous!

She's lying to me when in bed with me. She deserves punishment.

Zamond roughly pinned Evianne under him and fiercely pressed his lips onto her inviting rosy ones.

Evianne let out a groan.

Her lips ached from his fierce kiss.

Evianne pressed her hands against his shoulders in an effort to push him away.

Zamond inwardly sneered.

Only a moment ago I told you I wouldn't stop once I got started. You forgot it so soon?

Zamond gripped her delicate wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. His lips moved off hers and went to her graceful fair-skinned neck.

He stripped her naked and kissed every inch of her body.

Ardor and s****l urges was flooding Evianne in waves.

And this was only the foreplay.

Mr. Tanke is indeed great in bed.

Evianne's mind wandered momentarily. At least I won't have to worry about our s*x life after marrying him.

"You're distracted."

Zamond gave her lip a nibble. His voice sent another wave of passion sweeping over her.

Evianne was lying under him bonelessly, her cheeks flushed, her charming eyes unfocused.

"I'm not." She denied it, twined her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his.

Zamond conveniently kissed her, ripped off his bath towel and tossed it off the bed.

Now they were past the point of no return.

Evianne, knowing that the moment had come, became nervous and scared.

Her flushed face quickly paled.

Zamond cupped her face in his hands, rubbing his rough-skinned fingers against her cheeks.

"Is this really necessary?"

In his eyes, Evianne was still putting on an act.

He believed that she was pretending to be a virgin about to lose her virginity.

Does she really have to do this?

Doing that for a short while could spice things up, but overdoing it would make him feel bored and even disgusted.

She's got tons of s****l experiences, hasn't she?

"Zam, I—"

Evianne held back the rest of the words she wanted to say.

Fuck!

It hurts like hell!

Zamond thrust himself inside her without warning.

Tears instantly welled up in Evianne's eyes, and her nose was reddish, which made her look rather pitiable.

Zamond stiffened.

It had never occurred to him that this was really Evianne's first time.

He looked at her appraisingly with faint surprise.

Isn't she promiscuous?

Doesn't she go to a nightclub to get drunk every night?

Didn't she sleep with three men in one night?

Evianne was gasping. After toughing out the excruciating pain, she recalled why she was doing all this.

She sniffled and, with studied shyness and vulnerability, shut her eyes and squeezed out a teardrop which then hung from her eyelash.

The teardrop tugged at Zamond's heartstrings.

Though he was a hard man, for an instant his heart melted.

"Zam, it hurts."

Evianne knew that showing weakness would help her earn his sympathy, so she decided not to play tough.

Moments later, Zamond stooped down and pressed his lips onto hers.

This time his kiss was unnoticeably different.

Evianne loved this kiss and involuntarily immersed herself in it, unaware that his lower body had begun to move again.

This feels… so strange.

It was a numb and scalding sensation.

She felt as though thousands of ants were crawling on her and gnawing at her, but she was also experiencing a kind of heady lasting pleasure.

Afterward she was intoxicated by his consummate skills.

That night, Evianne had more pleasure than she'd had in her whole life.