A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 7

Arianne Wynn’s eyes widened in trepidation. It was only then that she realized that before she came, he had consumed a fair amount of liquor. The small sip just now could not sum up to the scent of alcohol wading from him right now.

Mark Tremont’s kiss was commanding and predatory, swallowing Arianne’s breath bit by bit. When she was about to struggle for air, he finally pulled away.

“The dinner is getting cold!” Arianne cried out in panic.

Mark Tremont was a different person when he was drunk, compared to when he was sober. When he drank, he gradually let his true self out, but while sober he was everyone’s gentleman.

Arianne was well aware of this. She was terrified and trembling, while the message Will Sivan entrusted to Tiffany Lane kept looping in her mind – ‘I like you. Wait for my return. You’ve got to wait for me.’

Mark Tremont pushed her down onto the large bed behind her.

“Two more hours. What a waste to spend it on dinner.”

He was facing away from the light. Arianne was unable to discern his expression. She dared not look straight into his face, a face that countless women lusted over. She could vaguely feel his rage.

She caught his hand.

“Don’t be like this…”

Her tone was pleading. Yet little did she know that a damsel in distress was the easiest way to spark a man’s desire.

Mark Tremont’s hand moved to her face as he caressed her features.

“But your eyes were tempting me, they have always been tempting me. Why do you stare at me if you don’t want it?”

His tone was alluring with a slight rasp.