The disdain on her face was obvious to him, but even if she detested him, so what? Wasn't she right now engaged in the most intimate act with the man she despised the most?
Sophie Smith bit her lips, trying her best not to make any shameful sounds.
Asher Land, one day I will return all the pain you have caused me.
...
Sophie Smith stared vacantly at the ceiling above. Asher Land was still asleep. This man, like a demon, had pushed her into the abyss, and she hated him, hated him to the core.
She turned her back to him, a pair of large hands rested on her waist, and then her body was turned back around.
A long and fervent kiss swept over her. Asher Land was not as rough as he was last night; on the contrary, this kiss carried a hint of tenderness.
After a long time, he finally let her go.
Asher Land got off the bed and soon was impeccably dressed in a suit.
Beast in gentleman's clothing! Sophie could only curse inwardly.
