Chapter 6 A Man's Pleasure
When Matthew felt Olivia's lips suddenly press against his, his mind went completely blank.
Throughout his life, due to his mysterious condition, he had barely touched any woman. Now, feeling the warmth of a woman's body and heartbeat against his, his brain struggled to process what was happening.
"Damn it, I can't control myself."
Her consciousness growing increasingly fuzzy, Olivia slid her hand under Matthew's shirt, feeling his firm chest and abs.
"Wait, please not here. This is an elevator..." Matthew managed to push her away with all his strength, but in the next second, she wrapped herself around him like an octopus.
The elevator doors opened, and several hotel staff members stood outside, ready to enter. Seeing the scene inside, they covered their mouths in surprise, exchanging knowing glances.
"Wait, this isn't what you think," Matthew quickly tried to explain, but the staff clearly didn't believe him.
"Sir, I understand your urgency with your wife, but this is a public elevator. If you'd like, I can arrange a room for you," one staff member responded politely.
"We're not a couple..." Matthew hurried to explain, but the employee gave him an understanding nod.
"Of course, sir. I understand you'd prefer to keep your relationship private. Would you like me to arrange a room?"
"We're not lovers either..." Matthew's explanation was cut short as Olivia pressed her lips against his again.
"Fine, please get us a room. I need to get this crazy woman off me." Matthew finally surrendered, deciding to find a private space to deal with the awkward situation.
"Alright, please follow me." The staff member spoke briefly into his radio, presumably communicating with the front desk, and promptly led Matthew to a room.
"Enjoy your evening with your wife, sir!" The employee winked suggestively at Matthew before closing the door.
Once the staff member left, Matthew used all his strength to pry Olivia off him and tossed her onto the bed.
"Who are you?" he demanded, but Olivia didn't answer, only staring at him with dazed eyes.
Her clothes had become disheveled during their struggle in the elevator, revealing patches of fair skin. The effects of alcohol and drugs caused her cheeks to flush.
Matthew's heart raced as he caught glimpses of her smooth legs and partially exposed chest. He felt himself responding physically, uncomfortable against the confines of his underwear.
Looking at the seemingly intoxicated woman before him, Matthew's expression showed inner conflict.
"Miss, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, a hint of anticipation in his voice. He was a normal man, after all, but his condition had always prevented him from experiencing physical intimacy.
"Boyfriend? We broke up!" Olivia laughed. "I need a new man now!"
She lunged at Matthew again, wrapping herself around him. The soft pressure of her chest against his made his heart pound even harder.
Olivia tilted her head back, pulling Matthew's face toward hers for another kiss.
"Wait, I'm not ready," Matthew quickly pulled out his phone and took several photos of Olivia's face, sending them to his assistant.
"John, identify this woman for me. She's important... "
Matthew let out an involuntary gasp as Olivia unbuckled his belt and slipped her hand into his pants.
Her action was like a spark in a powder keg. Matthew lost control, lifting Olivia and tossing her onto the bed before pressing himself on top of her.
This time, it was Matthew who initiated the kiss, their tongues intertwining.
Olivia tugged at his suit jacket, pulling it off to reveal his custom pearl-white dress shirt. Several buttons had already come loose in their struggle, exposing his firm chest and hints of his abs.
Desire overwhelmed reason. Matthew felt his body burning with heat as he tore off the rest of his shirt, then roughly pulled at her clothes.
Olivia responded enthusiastically to the sound of tearing fabric, her expression growing wilder.
"Yes, that's it. Come on!" she cried out, pushing Matthew onto his back and removing his pants. She positioned herself above him and lowered her body...
He gasped, his hands gripping her soft, smooth thighs hard enough to leave marks.
It was his first time. Though her actions were somewhat rough, the sensation of their bodies joining—that warm, wet embrace—felt like sinking into a hot bath.
In that moment, Matthew remembered what his friend Wesley had once told him.
'You have no idea what pleasure is.'
"I think I understand now," Matthew whispered as rational thought gave way to primal desire. He wrapped his arms around Olivia, flipped her beneath him, parted her legs, and began to move with increasing intensity.
Olivia's phone rang from where it had fallen on the floor, but neither of them paid any attention to it.
At the Howard Manor, Celeste stared at her phone with a grim expression after failing to reach Olivia.
"What is Olivia doing? It's her first day of marriage, and she's already breaking the rules of this house by staying out so late!"
Celeste angrily tossed her phone onto the sofa.
Damon hesitated before asking, "Should we call her back home?"
Celeste thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Don't bother. Lock the main gate. When she returns tomorrow morning, we'll teach her a lesson about the consequences of breaking rules in this house."
"Yes, madam," Damon nodded before leaving to instruct the security staff to lock the gates. Even if Olivia returned early, she wouldn't be able to enter.
Indeed, Olivia didn't return home that night.
When she woke up the next morning, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Her mind remained foggy for a moment before a cold realization hit her as she remembered the wild things she had done the night before.
She turned stiffly to find a naked man lying beside her, still asleep.