Nightroe saw her offer herself up for their wedding, and it shouldn't have come as a surprise that Svanna would face moments where the wedding night felt like a freezing polar vortex.
She wasn't in denial about how much it hurt when everyone witnessed a decision that wasn't okay. After the wedding vows, the man wasn't even willing to give her any additional touches at the direction of the priest, other than rudely placing the ring on her ring finger, and then the tall body just walked away. Gone as if there had never been a day when a pure relationship had bound them. Svanna would not blame Nightroe for a situation like this. It was her fault for not reconsidering the man's threat. Wouldn't it be much fairer to imagine what kind of hell Nightroe would offer? Rather than thinking about her husband's current whereabouts. Husband .... The corner of Svanna's lips twitched bitterly at the thought of that one prospect. Pathetic. She married a man who hated her so much. It was the most ridiculous decision as long as she hoped to be sane after this. There was no time to brood over something that was already done. Svanna's body jerked when suddenly the door to the room opened and Nightroe towered over her. The man's steps seemed to be immediately arrested as he found her sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. There was no conversation. The silence was a rumbling one... as loud as the pounding of the heart in Svanna's chest cavity. She didn't know what Nightroe would do. Fear as the man began to pace towards her and instinctively clenched her fingers into fists as the scent of cologne wafted around the air. Nightroe was too close. Too fragrant. And... too dangerous. Svanna swallowed harshly, detecting how the remaining space between them was barely spaced. The tall body was leaned in—literally almost touching—until Svanna's natural reaction was to squeeze tight. She didn't want to do anything, at least for now, a time when the hatred was still too raw, and it certainly wouldn't involve a healthy relationship, but their relationship had never been healthy. Always with poison everywhere. Nightroe even regarded her as a disgusting woman. Arranging for them to be in a position of intense rivalry. Svanna clearly refused to serve her enemy, even though the man's every need had become a responsibility she could never forget. Damn. She mistakenly thought that Nightroe was going to do something on their wedding night. In reality, the man just wanted to grab the cellphone that was just lying on the bed, right so close to her ass. Svanna's breath immediately came in long gasps when Nightroe took a step back. Either it was a kind of relief, or perhaps she needed to prepare herself for other unexpected actions. Truly, Svanna did not keep the level of caution at times when stepping into the room. Fear made her almost unable to think straight. She thought the man was waiting for her with dangerous anger, but the painful silence felt even more threatening. Nightroe looked like he was contacting someone, then the man stepped towards the bathroom. Svanna blinked. Repeatedly trying to control herself after Nightroe's body disappeared behind the door. Perhaps what she also needed to do was to get rid of the wedding dress that was still attached to her body. It had been too long. She felt uncomfortable. For a moment, it was quite difficult to pull down the zipper on her back. Svanna did not give up. It was a bit of a rush. Afraid to imagine if Nightroe suddenly appeared. However, that was something she never thought about. The bathroom door opened. Not knowing what kind of coincidence was trying to make the situation between them feel tense. Nightroe was only covered by a towel wrapped around the man's sexy hips. The perfect body was such a mess that Svanna almost froze in disbelief. She dared not say anything. Her voice might create a storm, as it attracted Nightroe's anger to act up. Don't let the man's hatred end up being so devastating. Svanna instinctively pulled up the thick blanket. Covering her entire body that was only clad in underwear after the wedding dress slipped down and letting Nightroe stare for quite a while, but the man then looked away. It seemed to be enough with the need to put the cell phone onto the nightstand, because the rest of the time Nightroe really did not consider Svanna's presence to be visible around the man, even though they were in a very close position. She slightly thought that Nightroe would soon disappear—again—behind the door. However, the man unexpectedly stopped, turned half a face, then adjusted their position so that they were facing each other. Svanna did not understand what Nightroe was going to do. The different height portions instinctively led her to raise her face. She silently raised her guard in case the man would unexpectedly take a bad action."I'm already comfortable like this. There's no need to insist on anything fancy. It's just your fantasies that are high. Besides, whether my father-in-law will likes me or not is none of your business." Svanna ended her words with a faint smile at Amelia. She knew... well knew how the woman was having a crisis of distrust of her way of confrontation. Amelia had no right to interfere in anything related to the Sullivan family's privacy. It didn't matter if the woman was unusually eager for the prospect of being next to Nightroe. This was not the right course of action. Nightroe had a wife now. They might not want each other, but Svanna would never allow another woman's interference again, after enough Yohana shook their fragile edifice. Until whenever... anything involving this vulnerable relationship, would never be solid. Svanna just needed to be careful. At least keep her distance until Amelia understood that the woman shouldn't feel entitled to simply keep cornering
"Are you sure you will wear this dress, Ms. Sullivan? Will it not hurt Mr. Russol Sullivan's feelings, since he personally prepared a special dress for you?" Svanna's attention was drawn to Alina's reflection in the mirror. She was sure there was nothing wrong with the satin dress and its plain touch. Perhaps it did need some work to be done. Instead, the dress Russol Sullivan had given her would be taken with them, including Alex who would be driving later. Svanna planned to return the dress to her father-in-law for some reason that she felt was acceptable. "You can rest easy. Nightroe's father will understand that I'm not used to things like this," Svanna said with a faint smile. True, at the very least, something in her still needed serious adaptation. Russol Sullivan would understand—without trying to force his will. The middle-aged man was not like Nightroe. That was something Svanna finally realized. She quickly looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Ms, are you inside?" "The things given by Great Master Sullivan were left outside. I brought them for you." Svanna blinked repeatedly as Alina's voice from outside drew all her attention to the surface. Inevitably, it took her a while to comprehend the situation around her. Still in the same room and bed. She never realized she'd fallen asleep, and woke up in quite a mess; her hair was a mess, and her eyes were swollen with heat. "Ms?" Again. Alina's voice seemed to really urge Svanna to take action quickly. She gasped—realizing one forgotten action. Nightroe tore off the cloths attached to her body. She had not had time to do anything about it. "Wait a minute," she half shouted. Svanna immediately set foot on the floor surface of the room. She had to get dressed, at least. Walking hesitantly towards the closet, she took out anything; yeah, anything. Without seeing that it was Nightroe's oversized T-shirt. How Svanna's body almost sank. Not littl
Tension immediately shot up Svanna's spine right after Nightroe's mouth landed on the tops of her breasts. The bra had also been removed. What could she say? The lame reaction in her seemed to want to show that this was an effective dumb response; transfixed; silent; frightened. Svanna's eyes were suddenly blank. There was no resistance as Nightroe had spread her legs, though there was no denying that the man seemed to confirm for a moment. Perhaps thinking that silence was a form of readiness. Svanna winced as she felt something trying to break through to her core. Still with the same pain. Never thought that Nightroe's manhood would actually make her feel full down there. The man's hips moved tentatively. Just a start. Yeah. Nightroe was never good at just making her comfortable. Instead, he tends to wait for the right moment to deliver a big blow. Svanna gasped when Nightroe's impact took on a significant tempo from the previous prospect, where the tolera
Perhaps it was nothing but hatred wrapped around a kiss .... Svanna winced instinctively feeling Nightroe deliver a rough bite on her lower lip. Now she might find an answer. Just a punishment. Nightroe was punishing her for something that still hung between them. What did she expect from the hatred that still flared up? It was useless. There was nowhere to escape to. Svanna was even close to running out of air supply. She was a little grateful that Nightroe understood the situation she was in. However, it did not last long when the man returned to do the same. Crushing her, then pushing away the hand that she instinctively almost gave—almost touching her husband's face. The air from Svanna's lips parted in a gasp when Nightroe lifted her body. She couldn't deny, needing Nightroe's grip and broad shoulders was the only way to not make the situation between them feel chaotic. The alarm in Svanna reminded her that the man had taken steps to leave
Irony. Nightroe really knew how to manage to get her trapped. There was hardly a better phrase when Svanna's shoulders were jolted against the bathroom wall and there was absolutely no chance of escape. She even had to hold her breath when Nightroe's lips were so close to her face, and then the man asked, "Is the bitch in you trying to coax attention from my father?"The expression from the bottom of the man's heart—perhaps expressed full of pure contempt. Svanna could not imagine why Nightroe would harbor such thoughts. She really had no idea that Russoll Sullivan would receive so much information about the bad situation between them."I don't understand what you're talking about."That was all she could say as a small denial. Svanna did not expect Nightroe to cluck so close to her ear, but it had happened. She was completely unprepared when the touch of Nightroe's hand was already pinned on the shaft of her neck, which slowly became a threatening grip, should she dare