Chapter 2 Clara's Pov

Thorne's eyes narrowed, his gaze cold.

"What's wrong? Throwing a tantrum because I didn't reply to your messages?"

"I'm not throwing a tantrum." I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my voice calm, but the disappointment surging in my heart still made my voice tremble slightly, "I just don't want to see you."

Thorne raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly not expecting me to say this, his eyes looking me up and down.

"Don't want to see me?" Thorne laughed lowly, pinching my chin with his hand, forcing me to look directly into his eyes, "Clara, don't forget your identity, you are my wife..."

"Not for much longer!"

This sentence seemed to anger Thorne. Thorne's movements paused, his expression darkened terribly, and he suddenly pressed me beneath his body.

His hand gripped my wrist, the force almost enough to crush my bones. I struggled to shake him off, but he tore open my nightgown and took my nipple into his mouth.

A moan escaped from my mouth.

I desperately tried to push Thorne off me. I detested him like this, and I detested myself for responding.

"Get off me, don't touch me, you disgust me!"

My resistance seemed to ignite Thorne. He lifted his head, staring at me with a cold smile, "Disgusted? Your body isn't telling me that."

Then Thorne's hand began to roam constantly over my body. My body trembled under Thorne's fingertips. This natural physiological response made me especially ashamed.

"Why so quiet, Clara? Your mouth is so tough, but your body is quite honest."

My body pressed tightly against Thorne's. I could clearly feel the changes in Thorne's body—that hard thing below pressing tightly between my legs, as if it would break through that pitifully thin fabric the next second and enter my body.

Thorne knew my body too well. His fingers slid to my chest, pinching my nipple, and I couldn't help but cry out.

"Ah—"

Thorne chuckled lightly, "That's more like it. Tell me so I know what you want."

Then Thorne's fingers slid in from the edge of my underwear, constantly teasing at my already wet lower body, "How are you so sensitive? You're already wet after such a short time?"

My face burned intensely. With red eyes, I growled, "You bastard, let me go..." But Thorne lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth, beginning to suck.

"Don't... Thorne, you..."

My body couldn't stop trembling, yet my hands unconsciously hugged his head, tears falling uncontrollably.

Thorne was right. I resisted his touch, but my body seemed drained of strength, left only with uncontrollable heat. This contrast made Thorne's desire to conquer even more intense.

Thorne didn't speak. His left hand kneaded my left breast forcefully, the tender flesh pitifully flowing out from between his fingers. The right nipple was held by his teeth and gently pulled, his tongue licking in circles on the tip.

I threw my head back, gasping for breath. Thorne wouldn't give me any time to rest. His fingers quickly slid down my lower abdomen, pressing on the slightly exposed clitoris.

"Ah... no, don't do this..."

My body shuddered violently.

"Don't do this?" Thorne laughed lightly, "Your body isn't telling me that."

Thorne's two fingers, stained with wet fluid, inserted directly. The delicate flesh instantly tightened around his fingers.

Sensing my body's desire, Thorne smiled and pulled his fingers out, patting the opening, "Wait, don't rush."

Then Thorne stripped off my underwear. "Haven't fucked you in so long, your little hole is much more honest than you, Clara. If you want it, be more proactive. Help me take it out."

Thorne held my hand downward, firmly gripping his engorged, hard penis.

Then Thorne lifted one of my legs, guiding it to align with the opening, and with one thrust entered my body.

"Hiss..." Thorne sucked in a cold breath, slapping my buttocks, "So damn tight, Clara relax a bit, don't be so greedy."

I closed my eyes, resignedly enduring Thorne thrusting in and out of my body.

In the end, I couldn't remember how long Thorne moved in and out of my body. After fainting and reviving several times, Thorne finally released inside my body.

Thorne pulled his penis out of my body, pinching my chin with his hand, kissing my lips, "How about it, feeling better now?"

"I've already fed you full, what else is there to be unhappy about?"

I squeezed out a sentence almost from between my teeth, "Thorne, getting fucked by you is really fucking boring!"

Meeting my gaze, Thorne's expression instantly turned cold.

"Clara, don't look at me with those eyes. You were moaning so enthusiastically just now, didn't seem bored at all."

Speaking, Thorne maliciously pinched my nipple with his fingers, then got up somewhat irritably to shower in the bathroom.

I stared numbly at the ceiling, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, my heart gradually sinking to the bottom.