Married to Satan as Husband

Chapter 3

Though Grace Martin endeavored to compose herself over and over, she could not resist a stumble, ending up seated on the carpet.

Grace Martin, in fear, shuffled backward, only to find no escape, her body pressed against the wall.

The man, employing his talon-like right hand, firmly clasped Grace Martin's fair neck, compelling her to confront his eerie and grotesque face.

"There is one thing I must remind you: from today onward, you are my woman, Matthew Wilson. This is an immutable fact; you cannot alter it!" Pausing, he shifted his gaze to Grace Martin's ivory-like and lustrous shoulders. "Let me affix a seal for you! My exclusive seal, Matthew Wilson's."

Having said that, he abruptly bit down on Grace Martin's neck...

"Ah..." Grace Martin's pitiful scream echoed once again through the entire mansion, embodying a haunting pallor of helplessness.

Crimson blood flowed from Matthew Wilson's teeth, staining Grace Martin's snowy gown with blossoms of blood plum.

Grace Martin clenched her teeth, enduring the pain. However, her body shook violently from the pain, and as she shivered, attempting to put some distance between them, it only intensified Matthew Wilson's relentless biting.

The air was permeated with a heavy scent of blood, creating a gruesomely eerie scene.

"Do... do you like cookies?! I can make oatmeal cookies!" Grace Martin softly inquired.

Matthew Wilson's body visibly stiffened for a moment, and he released Grace Martin's neck. "The taste is acceptable, suits my palate," he said, his words frigid and cutting. Coupled with his devilish visage, it sent shivers down one's spine.

As he slowly lifted his head, Grace Martin saw the crimson bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, prompting her to gasp, especially with his grotesque appearance, leaving her breathless.

"I... I want to go home, I want to go home!" Trembling intensely, Grace Martin stumbled and rushed out of the room.

Grace Martin descended the stairs unsteadily, encountering a middle-aged woman in the living room.

"Child, you've been frightened, haven't you?" The woman took a step forward, supporting Grace Martin, who was trembling all over.

"Auntie, please, let me go home..." Grace Martin implored urgently.

"Call me Aunt Sarah! Come, dear, come to my room!" Sarah spoke softly, gently patting Grace Martin's back, attempting to soothe her. Observing the woman's kindness, Grace Martin followed her lead.

"Grace Martin, you're a good girl! You have a prosperous marriage destiny!" After gazing at Grace Martin for a while, Aunt Sarah smiled faintly.

Prosperous marriage destiny? Grace Martin forced a bitter smile; she nearly died recently, far from a thriving fate!

"Your injury? Did he cause it?" Sarah Aunt asked gently.

Grace Martin nodded with a sense of grievance.

"Ah, Matthew, this child, becoming more unruly! You won't detest Matthew, will you?" Sarah Aunt inquired.

"No, I don't detest him!" Grace Martin retorted, raising her head.

"Miss, human hearts are made of flesh! Sincerity can only be exchanged for sincerity! You will find happiness..." Sarah Aunt gently comforted Grace Martin's soft head, expressing pity.

"I will! Aunt Sarah, I want to go to the kitchen to make cookies for him..." Grace Martin weakly stated.

"Today is your joyous day; why make cookies now? Here, have a bowl of calming soup. Drink it first to ease your nerves!" Sarah Aunt lifted a bowl from the table and placed it in front of Grace Martin.

The soup exuded a delicate fragrance.

Grace Martin sniffed, accepted it, took a sip; it was light. In one go, she drank more than half the bowl. The fear accumulated in her chest was somewhat released.

Ten minutes later, Grace Martin felt an overwhelming heat coursing through her body, a radiating expansion from her chest to her limbs, as if her body was on the verge of a detonation. Grace Martin, unable to control herself, instinctively reached to tug at her clothing...

The sensation of heat gradually shifted direction, surging from her limbs into her head. Her head felt as if it were about to split open. Grace Martin pressed her temples forcefully, attempting to alleviate the torment of the rising heat...

In the dreamlike state, she beheld an exquisitely handsome man: a face with distinct contours, chiseled as if by a master craftsman. Slender, slightly recessed eyes, a straight and sharp nose resembling a well-carved blade, beneath which were two sensuous thin lips, pale as water!

The man was bathed in crimson light: a delicate honey-colored complexion, robust and vigorous physique, attractive and smooth muscle lines emanating the unique charm of masculinity.

The man lifted Grace Martin into his arms and placed her on a large bed.

Three minutes later, the handsome man returned, holding two glasses of wine. Blood-red, seductively vibrant, akin to the mouth of a vampire, tempting one to taste...

Grace Martin felt her body becoming unbearably hot, writhing more frantically. Attempting to undo the buttons of her upper garment, Grace Martin extended her trembling hand, but failed due to the intense tremors. She had no choice but to tear at it forcefully... Finally, the buttons were torn away...

The man lightly clinked the two crystal-clear wine glasses, producing a pleasing sound. Tilting his head back, he emptied one glass in a gulp. Then, lowering himself, he grasped Grace Martin's jaw and poured the wine from his mouth into hers. "Come, let's drink together!"

"Who... who are you?!" Grace Martin felt herself in a bewildered daze.

"Tonight, I am your sovereign!" The man teased, lifting another glass of wine from the bedside table, slowly sprinkling it over Grace Martin's body.

Seriously and meticulously!

The moon resembled a shy maiden, at times hiding amidst the clouds, at times lifting her veil, revealing a charming countenance. The entire world bathed in the dreamlike silver-gray hues of the moonlight.

The moon blushed with a small face, aware that it had caused trouble again! Alas, why do people say, "It's all the moon's fault!"

In the serene night, with a gentle breeze, alluring fragrances, and ambiguous lighting, everything was so beautiful!

"Ah..." A dull pain tore through Grace Martin's body, causing her muscles to stiffen immediately.

"Silly woman, using this position for the first time, it'll be unbearably painful for you! Shall I take over?" The man's profound eyes flickered with a peculiar light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was intriguing.

The stars were filled with emotions, like mischievous spirits, earnestly and persistently observing the earthly realm, as if the bright eyes were witnessing this sacred moment!