Hard

Theodore Conscience sneered as he observed Irene, who appeared to be a complete mess compared to before when her mother was dragging her. Her face was flushed, and she struggled to catch her breath after the forceful kiss. Her lips were swollen and stained with her own blood, a sight that strangely appealed to Theodore.

"You look like a complete disaster now," Theodore commented softly, unsure if the words were his own. Irene's presence made it difficult for him to maintain control, as his desire surged within him.

"Why the hell did you have to kiss me? Don't you understand that I am married to your own brother?" Irene's eyes turned red as she blinked her eyelashes, attempting to meet his gaze. His green eyes showed no remorse, only a wicked intention that made it clear he didn't care about the consequences.

Him kissing her? It was a trivial matter. With his looks, he could have any woman he desired, day and night. But Irene was different. She believed that certain intimate acts were