CHAPTER 7

Before Vivienne’s fingers could even touch the handle of the taxi door that had just stopped by the roadside, a rough yank landed on her wrist. Her curvy body was forcibly pulled away, dragged from the crowded sidewalk into a narrow, deserted alley between two tall buildings.

Thud!

Vivienne’s back was slammed against the cold concrete wall. Before she could scream, a pair of muscular hands gripped both of her wrists tightly, locking them above her head. The next second, the man roughly spun Vivienne around until her chest hit the wall, leaving her facing away from her attacker.

Christian Vance—the twenty-six-year-old man—the second nephew of Alistair and also the most reckless among the Vance Clan—stood pressed tightly behind her. Last night, on the VIP balcony, Christian had been the one who snorted the loudest in boredom and claimed he had no interest in Vivienne’s dance. Yet in reality, he was the first to move, stalking Vivienne like a starving wolf from the moment she stepped out of the café.

Christian lowered his head, pressing the full weight of his toned body against Vivienne’s plump back. Without leaving any distance between them, he deliberately rubbed his hardened masculinity beneath his expensive trousers tightly against the back of Vivienne’s curvy body wrapped in a tight pencil skirt.

“Ah...”

A soft moan escaped from Vivienne’s lips spontaneously. Her heart pounded wildly. A hot and stinging sensation suddenly spread from between her thighs, attacking every nerve in her body until her knees felt weak. This was the first intimate physical contact she had experienced after two years of living in emptiness without a man’s touch. Her body responded far too honestly.

“If you come with me right now, we can play far wilder than this, Darling,” Christian whispered near Vivienne’s ear. His voice was husky, filled with demanding desire.

Vivienne’s senses snapped awake. Amid the intoxicating unfamiliar sensation, her pride rebelled. Gathering the remaining strength in her curvy body, Vivienne yanked her hands free from Christian’s grip, then quickly turned around.

Slap!

A hard slap landed on Christian’s smooth cheek, leaving behind a striking reddish mark. Vivienne’s breathing came out in short gasps, her eyes blazing sharply.

“Hah, know your boundaries! I’m a married woman!” Vivienne shouted, her voice trembling as she held back the surge of emotions.

Christian did not wince. Instead, he wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, then let out a cynical chuckle, staring at Vivienne with an even darker gaze.

“Yes, you do have a husband. But your husband is clearly ashamed of having a wife like you, isn’t he?” Christian sneered, stepping forward until the tip of his shoe bumped against Vivienne’s flats. “He’s probably busy licking another woman somewhere out there. Did you forget? Last night, he insulted you instead of defending you. So why bother staying loyal? Come on, become my mistress for one night. I’ll pay you thirty thousand Euros for one round.”

So this bastard was just like Julian, putting a price on one round too.

Hearing that fantastic amount mentioned, the corner of Vivienne’s heart cheered wildly. An overwhelming sense of satisfaction surged inside her chest. Four men from the most powerful clan in this country—the father, the son, and the two nephews—were now taking turns begging to taste the body that had been insulted as a pig by her own husband for the past two years. Vivienne felt so desired, so powerful over their lust.

However, she still had to play her role perfectly. Push and pull was the key to making these barbaric men kneel.

Vivienne curled her lips into a mocking smile, then deliberately stomped the heel of her shoe right onto the top of Christian’s foot wrapped in expensive leather shoes.

Thud!

“Go ask some bitch out there! I’m not a whore!” Vivienne hissed sharply.

“Damn it!” Christian growled while enduring the pain in his foot. However, the rejection and pain only triggered the most barbaric side within his Vance blood.

Instead of letting Vivienne leave, Christian lunged forward brutally. He seized Vivienne’s plump body, locked his arms around her waist, and a second later, Christian’s hot lips had already landed on the curve of Vivienne’s neck. The man sucked, nibbled, and dampened the skin of Vivienne’s neck with movements that were incredibly greedy, as though he wanted to devour that sensitive area completely.

“Nghhh...” Vivienne let out a long moan, her head falling backward against the concrete wall.

Her defenses crumbled instantly. The neck that had been ignored last night while her husband marked Giselle’s neck was now being worshipped relentlessly by another man. Her body reacted far too honestly; her desire peaked, craving deeper touches and ignoring every bit of logic about sin.

“Listen... your own body wants it,” Christian whispered between his ragged breaths against the skin of Vivienne’s neck. “Come on, just for tonight. You won’t regret it.”

Christian’s words echoed inside Vivienne’s head. At that very moment, Vivienne’s mind suddenly froze. Her logic died. The pain in her heart because of Dominic, her newfound confidence, and the heat spreading throughout her body blended into one overwhelming mass of emotion that paralyzed her sanity. She froze in Christian’s embrace, unable to decide whether to step forward into sin or retreat back into the hell of her marriage.

(To Be Continued)