Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Charlotte felt this must be the most embarrassing moment of her life, so awkward she wanted to smash her head against the wall.

If she could faint, it would be a good thing, but she couldn’t faint at all.

Damn that Luna, using her wealth to buy the most expensive and finest things.

The saying ”you get what you pay for” never goes wrong. The item she was holding in her hand was vivid, and it seemed to have blood vessels and veins popping out, pulsating in her hand as she desperately tried to find a switch but couldn’t feel any button.

Damn, damn, she had never used this thing, never even seen it, how could she find the switch in her panicked state?

She wanted to cry, what would people think? She had rejected her husband, yet hid a stash in a secluded spot in the closet, and a small manual had fallen on the carpet, the light through his tall frame perfectly illuminating those few words.

”Stronger, longer-lasting, frequent choice...” The man’s deep voice had a hint of amusement, sounding like he was mocking her.

Charlotte suddenly stood up, flinging the large object in her hand onto the carpet: ”I already said this isn’t mine, or rather, it’s mine but I don’t use it, why are you laughing?”

The angered girl, her eyes spitting fire, looked as if she could devour someone.

Is this considered rage from shame?

”I believe you, you certainly don’t need it.” Atlas reached out and brushed her still damp hair, such a beautiful woman certainly didn’t need this object. If she had a need, men across the world would want to fulfill it.

”Actually, you should try to feel it, really feel it, it would be better.” Atlas pulled Charlotte close, her whole body pressed against his, their bare skins touched as if a string of sparks ignited, the whole closet’s air seemed about to catch fire.

Hot and scorching...

He was a normal man, and his new wife was charming. He hadn’t taken her on their wedding night because he was, at the very least, not a brute; having intimate relations while Charlotte was still a stranger to him seemed somewhat cruel to a woman.

Charlotte was completely different from Luna; Charlotte was as simple and transparent as a blank sheet in matters of love, while Luna had met numerous people, so he treasured her in his heart.

Nobody expected today’s situation to get out of control, especially like this.

His hand lingered over her body, sparking fire wherever he passed, looking at Charlotte’s lowered eyelids and fluttering lashes, her enticing posture wavering between speaking and silence—she probably didn’t even realize how seductive she was?

Her entire skin turned a faint pink under his touch, Charlotte couldn’t resist...

The air wasn’t just hot but was laden with a distinct musky scent, rushing in from all around, invading her breath.

Before she could say anything, her trembling lips were captured by the man, blooming like a flower under his plunder, allowing him to take the sweetness from her mouth.

Moon shadows swayed, reflecting the undulating figures entwined in white sheets, along with quiet cries and gasps of the woman, until the last uncontrollable screams and pleas, making one blush and their heart race.

Throughout the night, Charlotte felt like a tender soy bean, and the man over her trying to squeeze out all her fresh juices completely dry, repeatedly stripping away all her strength, until even breathing felt laborious.

”What are you trying to do?” she was too exhausted to move or breathe, her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t understand why the man still wanted to mess around. When he picked her up, Charlotte felt that if he went on one more time, she’d surely die.

The tales say female Spirits love seeking strong men, thus maintaining their yin and yang balance; these Spirits should try with Atlas, whose endurance and energy were terrifyingly high.

Luna’s judgment was wrong; he was simply unstoppable, as if he’d consumed endless stamina.

If he went like this every day, she probably wouldn’t survive past this winter; this one night already made her feel nearly dead.

”The sheets are soaked, let’s head to the study for now, let them change these.” The man’s voice sounded incredibly seductive, with laziness and hoarseness turning into a special allure.

Everything’s soaked, let the servants change it now, and they go sleep in the study?

”No, I’ll change them myself tomorrow...” How embarrassing! The sheets were in a mess, wasn’t it blatantly telling the servants what happened tonight?

”You think you can manage?” Clearly about to lose her voice, yet she dared to argue with him?

Truly needing some discipline...