Chapter 6 Haven't Tried It in the Office Yet

After talking, Mary gritted her teeth through the pain in her lower back and made her way to the door.

Matthew noticed something was off and quickly moved to stop her.

"Hey, what's going on with you?"

Mary shook off his hand and sneered, "Mr. Montagu, since you have a date with a beauty tonight, why bother caring about me?"

It was then that Matthew vaguely remembered that in his rush earlier, he might have accidentally pushed her.

He frowned, then pulled Mary closer and lifted the hem of her shirt.

A bruise had formed on her lower back.

Mary pushed his hand away, her tone cold, "Mr. Montagu, this little bruise is nothing compared to what Laura's been through..."

"Are you jealous?"

Matthew's voice had a hint of amusement.

Mary, annoyed, twisted her waist, trying to break free from his grip, "Mr. Montagu, since we're getting a divorce, we should keep our distance."

Matthew's eyes were dark and unreadable.

In front of him, Mary's slightly open collar revealed a delicate neck that seemed to be a temptation.

After all, he wasn't really serious about separating from her.

Matthew's lips curved into a teasing smile, his voice low and seductive, "We're not divorced yet, right?"

Mary sensed something was off and took a few steps back.

"Matthew! What are you trying to do?"

"What do you think, Mrs. Montagu?"

As he spoke, Matthew had already cornered Mary against the sofa.

"I see you're full of energy, so your back should be fine."

With that, Matthew gave a gentle push, and Mary fell into the soft, wide leather sofa.

The next second, he leaned in, pinning her beneath him.

His large hand gently stroked her hair, and Matthew's gaze intensified.

"Matthew! This is the office!"

Mary knew all too well what that look meant.

She was a bit scared, nervously glancing at the door, and reached out to push him away.

But Matthew grabbed her hand, guiding it to caress his Adam's apple.

"We haven't tried making love in the office yet. Trust me, Mary, you'll like it..."

With that, he lowered his head and kissed Mary's trembling lips.

His other hand slipped inside her clothes, skillfully unhooking her bra.

She shouted, "Matthew!"

Matthew lowered his head and smiled faintly, breathing into her sensitive ear, his voice low and enticing, "Be good, call me Matt."

Mary's eyes, filled with mist, looked at him, her expression momentarily dazed, as if the Matthew before her was still the mute husband who once loved her deeply.

It was this moment of distraction that gave Matthew the opportunity to swiftly unbutton her shirt and grasp her breasts.

By the time Mary felt the chill on her chest and tried to stop him, it was too late.

Matthew had already lowered his head and started sucking.

In their year together, she had never refused any of Matthew's requests, including all his demands during lovemaking.

Therefore, Matthew was intimately familiar with her body.

In just a short time, Mary lost all strength to resist, allowing Matthew to ravage her, leaving vivid, glaring red marks on her delicate skin.

Mary's hands clung to Matthew's shoulders, a warm tear slipping from the corner of her eye, which he greedily licked away.

At the climax, Matthew gently touched her face.

His tone was concerned, "Why do you look so worn out? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

The caring words made Mary's grievances spill out uncontrollably.

She sniffled, kissing his thin lips flirtatiously, "Matt, I love you. Let's not get a divorce, okay?"

Even though Matthew owed Laura a debt of gratitude for saving him, she selfishly wanted to fight for her love one more time.

Matthew's hand, which was caressing her cheek, paused, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Then he used even more forceful thrusts to avoid her question.

Mary hadn't slept all night, and her emotions had been in turmoil, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.

In the end, under Matthew's relentless ravaging, she screamed and fainted.