Chapter 171. In the Darkness of Night

In the silent and dark corridor, a sound creaked, followed by a subtle illumination in the darkness. The door of his room opened, and a figure appeared, hunched back, whimpering, and holding the heavy bridal dress with her hand. Her hair was disheveled, messing with her face. And that figure was none other than the wife of the owner of this house.

She came out of the room slowly before turning back and closing the door. She appeared to be tired. Her body was quivering with aftershocks. He was relentless; he hadn't let her wait for a second, and orgasms after orgasms had continuously hit her. She wasn't allowed an ounce of rest, and her body had reacted immediately to his advances.

She felt humiliated at her own body's reaction. Never in her life had she thought that her body would give such strong reactions to the man she abhorred with all her might. He ministered to her body as if he owned it. As if he had more control over her body than she did. As if he knew her soft