Sweet Revenge

Chapter 11 :It’s his wedding night

Silvia pressed against him, and because the force was so fierce and sudden, her teeth knocked against his lips, which seemed to have a slight taste of blood.

She closed her eyes tightly, thinking of nothing, saying nothing, but showing her determination by her actions.

There was no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world, let alone taking anything for granted, there was only an exchange of equals.

Give and take.

Since she had married him to enjoy the benefits that would bring her, the obligations should also be fulfilled.

with her soft and warm fragrance in his arms, he had no reason to refuse.

His big palm turned to caress the back of her head, and soon hers had done the same. He was deep into the kiss, teaching his little wife what was called a real kiss,

The water was so warm that Silvia was almost suffocated by the kiss.

Simon soon sensed that something was wrong and picked her up and walked out of the hot tub.

When he came out, he pulled a large, clean towel and wrapped her in it, carefully placing her on the oversized round bed.

Her long hair was damp and spread out, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttered lightly, and her cheeks were flushed with unnatural pink from the heat, which looked very tempting

Simon leaned over and pressed down.

Silvia was a little nervous, both hands hanging on the sides of her body, unconsciously gripping the sheets beneath

her.

Even if she hadn’t done it before, she had heard about it on TV and in novels, and she was apprehensive and afraid of

pain.

Simon was attentive to her nervousness and stopped at the critical moment, looking into her closed eyes, “If you’re not ready, we can wait.”

Silvia, trembling lightly, opened her eyes and saw sincerity and respect in his eyes.

This feeling of being cherished warmed her heart, and shaking her head to release her hand, she raised her arm to hang on his neck, “I can do it! You continue…”

The latter word had not yet been spoken when a sudden stream of heat came beneath her body.

She was stunned.

Seeing the change in her face, Simon, most likely sensing something too, looked down.

“Don’t look

Almost a moan. It couldn’t be that coincidental!

Simon had caught a glimpse of the

red slid down on the light-colored bed sheet, little

up, Silvia grabbed a pillow and covered her face – she wanted

Simon also instantly reacted to

hadn’t done it yet, so it couldn’t be that.

be a pol of cold water over his

up, wanted to sigh,

few seconds of silence, he finally bent down

“Fuck, what for?”

panicked as her body

fell from her face, she could not avoid it, her eyes were open like a frightened

don’t have

without changing his face and had

shower head and adjusting the water temperature, he

for a moment, Silvia came back

was just the right temperature to pour on the body. Silvia had to say: Simon was very considerate, also very good at taking

rumored to be a fierce and decisive person, and who was a legend in the business

mixed emotions, she

Love” that she had forgotten about her own

Perhaps the stress and

such things, or, should she

still

came back in, putting a stack of things he was carryingand a large

for now,” he

full set of clean pajamas, including underwear.

big bag was also prepared

day to night, and even sleeping pants. Everything she could need

much here as she

was to provide a wide range of

was sitting on a chair in his silk pajamas, with his laptop on his lines and a cupol hot coffee in

in the room was pleasing, but to drink

his eyes to here, he opened his mouth and said,

him turn his head and raise his chin to gesture at

surprised that he could

her lips, but she still obediently picked it up and drank it all, warm and comfortable at the small of her back, sitting down against the bed, instantly comfortable enough to want

the lights, Simon glanced at her.

you going to sleep?” Not holding back

later,” he said. “You

and pulling up the covers, he sat down again and adjusted the temperature

braced herself for sleep and watched his movements, the yellowish light falling on his body, reflecting the blurred and ambiguous outline of his

matter from the front or the side, it was three hundred and sixty degrees without

come she didn’t

still looked black, Silvia couldn’t help but say, “Drinking coffee at night

he asked casually. putting