Chapter 5 Horror Honeymoon Night In The Past!

Raymond grunted, a good half of satisfaction, half an agreement to her suggestion. He seemed unabashed before a witness, but it wasn't a joyful spectacle for him either.

Especially since Anthea merely appeared irked momentarily before swiftly regaining her composure.

Had her reaction been more intriguing, he might have been more entertained. Amused at the odd thought that had just crossed his mind, Raymond chuckled, mocking himself slightly.

What was he anticipating from her? Did he want her to act like every other cuckolded wife – crying, shouting, creating a scene? Anthea marveled at the audacity of the two.

Having an audience hadn't deterred them in the least.

She unlocked her purse, pulling out her wallet. She withdrew a stack of cash, not bothering to count, and tossed it into the car: "Take this and rent a hotel room."

Money fluttered into the car, landing on the bare bodies of the adult film performers.

Raymond laughed, seemingly pleased: "Isn't it more comfortable in the car, wouldn't you say?"

Alva also spoke up, her voice unclear due to her panting: "It is more comfortable in the car. If we were in a hotel, how could we attract an audience? Ah, I forgot, if you've never done it in a car, you wouldn't know... um...! I don't understand why Raymond hasn't let you try. Next time you can beg him to let you try."

The two unabashedly left marks on each other, Raymond's bare back covered in the red scratches of Alva's painted nails.

They were like two people unconcerned with the fact that they had an audience, passionately entangled in the car. The city was still steeped in darkness, and within the large villa's garage, the unmistakable sounds of two people seeking satisfaction filled the air.

Anthea stood there, shocked into silence.

She always knew she held no place in Raymond's heart but she couldn't believe what she had witnessed.

So, in his mind, she was so low and pathetic. She remembered the night of their wedding.

When they returned to their honeymoon suite, Raymond was slightly intoxicated.

But perhaps he thought his newly wedded wife was a cute and obedient doll with no experience in intimate matters, so he had some patience to guide her. Carefully locking the door to avoid being disturbed, he moved towards the bed where his bride was waiting.

She lay there half-terrified, half-anticipating, her fair skin contrasting with the bright red sheets, making her look even more enticing.

Like a small white rabbit waiting for a grey wolf to devour, she lay tensely, daring not to look at the man approaching. The times they had met before their marriage could be counted, on the one hand, the relationship between a future brother-in-law and sister-in-law. It was too bizarre to have many encounters.

Therefore, he had never closely examined the face or figure of his new wife.

Only when they were on the same bed, where he looked, touched, and caressed. He gently kissed her eyelids, the corners of her mouth, then moved to her neck.

Beneath him, she struggled to suppress a sob, biting her lip to silence it. Her fragile hands longed to push him away, yet she dared not, choosing to clutch tightly at the bedsheet.

"Who would have thought your figure isn't too bad? Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle for the first time. We're married now. What is there to fear?" He watched with amusement as she responded with unrefined innocence.

Such is the nature of men, in their dalliances, they prefer experienced lovers. However, once wedded, they yearn for an untarnished, naive bride.

The ideal woman who another man had never held, let alone shared a bed with a past lover. Observing the girl beneath him reacting instinctively, utterly unknowing of how to reciprocate, he was thoroughly satisfied.

At the very least, his wife appeared well-mannered enough to grant him some respect. He proceeded to untangle the cumbersome clothes that clad them both, running his hands unabashedly across Anthea's body.

She involuntarily shivered, her eyes tightly shut, too timid to meet his gaze. Under his skilled and tactful ministrations, her naive form gradually succumbed to desire.

Employing all the tricks he had amassed in his adventures, he attempted to coax her into relaxing and embracing the moment playfully. He, above all, understood the significance of a woman's first time, if handled with care, future attempts would be manageable.

Even if he had no particular fondness for her, he desired to make their wedding night memorable. Sensing her initially rigid body yielding to soft pliability, he grinned to himself, gently cooing words of comfort, his hands continuing their playful teasing, helping her to let go.

During his skillful exploration, he suddenly felt something amiss. His fingers met with no resistance.

She was not as naive as she appeared, having already shared a bed with another before their marriage.

Unforgiving that his wife was not untouched, his brow furrowed, and the smile on his face vanished.

His movements became rougher, his legs pinning her lower body, preventing her from moving, his hand tightly gripping her waist. As she opened her eyes, he slapped her hard across the face before she could utter a word.

Pop!

"You deceitful woman. So, you've slept with another man before daring to marry me? Who were you playing innocent for?"

He spread her legs wide before she could regain her composure from the stinging slap. With a swift thrust, he entered her soft body without any impediment.

"Just as I suspected, you're no virgin. Tell me, who have you been with? How dare you deceive me. Are you tired of living?"

Anthea's mouth opened, her breathing ragged.

A wave of pain coursed through her body from her lower half, spreading through her with each of his forceful thrusts.

The pain was so intense she couldn't manage a single word, only tears that flowed ceaselessly.

Having no prior experience, being treated in such a way on her wedding night was utterly terrifying, filling her with fear.

"Did you stay silent like this when you were with him? Why aren't you moaning? Huh? Quick, make some noise!" His movements became more brutal, coercing her to make a sound.

She bit her lip and shook her head.