Celeste Linden hadn’t responded yet, when suddenly, with a tearing sound, her clothes were ripped to shreds by Ethan Barnes.

There was no escaping tonight. Celeste closed her eyes, neither resisting nor cooperating, leaving him to do as he pleased.

Seeing her lying there like a corpse, Ethan smirked and said, "Celeste, I’m tired of this corpse-like feeling. You’d better give me some kind of reaction."

Celeste opened her eyes, looking at him mockingly, "Love between a man and a woman—if your skills were superb, naturally I would feel something. But if you have no technique at all, then the failure is on you, a failure as a man."

Ethan was provoked. He thought for a moment; since Celeste had been with him, there hadn’t been any joy in their intimacy. No wonder she looked down on him and dared to provoke him like this.

Those women in his harem, not to mention asking him to touch them, they would fall into his arms just by being chosen for the night.

Unlike her, as if she had no interest at all.

"Celeste, what’s it like being with your husband? Can he bring you joy?" "Of course, he can give me a hundred, a thousand times the pleasure!"

Ethan pushed his tongue against his right cheek, letting out a dangerous low laugh, "Fine, Celeste, if this is a challenge, then you’ve succeeded. Tonight, I’ll show you the pleasure of being a woman."

"What do you want to do?"

Ethan didn’t answer, instead showing through action, kissing her red lips.

This time, his kiss was very different. It was gentle yet firm, prying open her teeth to savor every inch, leading her in a dance.

Usually, he was rough, dominant, and forceful, only caring about his own release, ignoring her feelings. But now it was completely different; he was actually being gentle.

Ethan was naturally handsome and wealthy, his buzz cut giving him a wilder look. The power he possessed subtly exuded a magnetic aura, and when a man like him showed tenderness, it created an illusion of deep affection, easily drawing someone in.

Celeste wasn’t used to it at all; she would rather he be like before, rather than torturing her like this.

"Ethan, if you want it, then do it faster. Is this hesitation because you can’t do it anymore?" Celeste taunted him.

Ethan cupped her small face, "Celeste, what’s the rush? The night is just beginning."

...

Celeste didn’t know what time it was, feeling dizzy, fainting several times, while Ethan seemed insatiable.

After everything calmed down, Celeste felt her body was falling apart, lacking even the strength to open her eyes.

But she gritted her teeth against the discomfort, sitting up and getting out of bed.

Ethan, covered in sweat, looked lazy and devilish, his arms wrapping around her slender waist, holding her as he tried to sleep. He didn’t open his eyes, lazily saying, "Where are you going? Still have energy left?"

"I’m going to take a shower and then go home."

"Don’t go back tonight, sleep here with me."

"King Hayden, we are not at the point of sleeping together. Let your other beauties accompany you," Celeste pushed him away coldly and entered the bathroom.

On the bed, Ethan slowly opened his eyes. "Celeste, you’re truly ruthless. I should have recorded the joy you just showed to let you see for yourself."

Celeste entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She stood under the shower, starting to wash.

She scrubbed at her skin vigorously. Her body was covered in Ethan’s marks, and she felt as if his scent was engraved deep within her, inside and out.

Was she a depraved woman?

Tonight, Ethan had been extremely terrible, enjoying her gradual loss of control. She never knew that two people who didn’t love each other could still experience the pleasures of intimacy.

Celeste despised herself, looking down on herself as she was a married woman.

Still, she had cheated in her marriage, betraying Dominic Reynolds, who loved her wholeheartedly.

Celeste soon scrubbed her skin red. At this moment, a knocking sound came from the door. "Celeste, that’s enough. You can come out now."

Celeste splashed her face with water, not planning to respond to him.

"Come out, I’ll take you to see Dominic now."

Ethan leaned lazily against the wall. A few seconds later, the bathroom door clicked open, and Celeste hurriedly came out, warily looking at him, "Did you mean what you said? You’re taking me to see Dominic? You’re going to release him?"

"Of course," Ethan touched Celeste’s little face, "Your husband Dominic should thank you because you served me so well. As a reward, I’ll let him go."

Celeste avoided his hand, "Then let’s hurry and go, I want to pick up my husband."

Celeste wanted to change clothes.

At this moment, Ethan spoke lightly, "Celeste, I’ll give you some time, divorce Dominic."

Celeste froze, "What if I don’t?"

Ethan laughed nonchalantly, "Celeste, are you sure you want to play with me as a married woman? Then, suit yourself, but don’t regret it later."

...

Dominic was released and he saw Celeste immediately.

Celeste ran over, nervously gripping his hand, "Dominic, are you okay? Did anyone make things difficult for you? Do you have any injuries?"

"No, honey, who did you find to get me out overnight?" Dominic was very suspicious.

Celeste certainly couldn’t tell the truth, so she made up a lie, "I found a friend of mine."

"What friend?"

"You don’t know them. Dominic, let’s go home first, I’ll explain everything to you slowly later."

"Alright." Dominic put his arm around Celeste’s shoulder, and the two of them walked out.

Soon, Dominic saw a black luxury car across the street. It wasn’t just any luxury car; it was a high-end bulletproof military-style vehicle, the kind that only important people sat in.

Dominic couldn’t see inside, but he sensed a gaze from the car, quietly looking down upon him.

Dominic frowned, who was in the car? Did it have anything to do with his wife?

...

Dominic’s company’s issues were quickly resolved; the families suddenly agreed to a settlement, with the company paying a huge sum to close the case perfectly.

Celeste had a few peaceful days; Ethan hadn’t reached out to her again.

She thought, Ethan had so many women around him, all of them enchanting beauties; he must have already forgotten about her.

Sometimes Celeste admired Ethan’s stamina, flipping through his harem every night but still seemingly insatiable with her, like a wolf starved of contact for years.