A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 53

Arianne instinctively wanted to escape, but she was afraid of provoking him into a drunken rage. Hence, she simply gritted her teeth and stayed still, praying that he would soon fall asleep…

The more she hoped for one thing, the more it happened otherwise. Not only did he continue his excursion, but he also seemed to have gotten addicted to it and became annoyed with her clothes getting in the way. His hand changed direction and slipped in through her collar!

She held her breath, her cheeks now burning as if they were on fire. Finally, unable to endure it any longer, she murmured carefully, “Mark…”

He heard her voice. “Mmhmm…?”

“You should get an early night’s rest… Go to sleep…” She was too afraid to say anything else. She even made sure to watch her tone.

He shifted closer so that they were eye to eye and stared at her through his drunken, blurry vision. “Don’t you want to leave? I’m giving you a chance…”

Then, he flipped over and climbed on top of her, tearing open her pajamas with his hands.

A large surface area of her flesh became exposed to the air. Her chest felt a chill.

All of a sudden, she was like a fish stranded on land. All she could think about was opening her mouth and fighting for air.

Mark did not forget to simultaneously switch off the room's lights. She stared at the devastating shadowy figure on top of her, under the cover of darkness.

The strong smell of alcohol on his body and his increasingly forceful hands gave her the urge to run away. She instinctively reached out and pushed him away then quickly escaped from underneath him. “You’re drunk! Get some sleep…” She urged, holding her pajamas tightly against herself as she stood next to the bed.