Chapter 103 Who Do You Really Love
Anne clung to his neck like a vine, arching her back to lift herself up.
Dorian let out a hoarse groan, his body shuddering violently as he reached his peak.
Anne trembled, watching him as he leaned down, his face gradually becoming clearer.
His features were chiseled, facial contours sharp, and those predatory eyes stared into hers.
As the pleasure faded, shame enveloped Anne. She tried to push herself away, but Dorian easily pinned her down.
He let out a menacing smile, his eyes sinister, his hoarse voice still carrying lazy satisfaction.
He stared at her and spoke slowly, "In such a hurry to find your ex-husband?"
She just wanted to escape, but Dorian thought she sought Nolan. A chill spread through her heart. She didn't argue, her gaze cold.
"Don't forget what you promised. I satisfy your needs, and you let Nolan go."
"Is that all it takes to satisfy me? You underestimate me!"
Dorian's eyes reddened slightly. In a low, rough voice, he commanded, "Put this on."
At some point, a necklace had appeared in his hand, glowing under the light, clearly expensive.
Anne didn't want to accept it, but Dorian's gaze left her no choice. She obediently put it on.
The valuable Van Cleef & Arpels necklace on her delicate neck made her even more beautiful. Dorian couldn't resist, kissing her neck hard, leaving a faint red mark.
Anne's body shuddered violently as Dorian's commanding voice cut through the air, "Get on top."
Anne's legs felt weak as she bit her lower lip. "Dorian, do you really have to do this?"
"Do what?" Dorian glanced at her, pulling her onto his lap.
"Like this?" Dorian teased further.
Tears welled up in Anne's eyes. "Please don't."
"Then what?" Dorian's tone was icy, his actions relentless as he tormented her. "Who is it that you really love, Anne?"
Anne's dazed eyes blinked, not quite understanding what Dorian was saying.
"Nolan, or George?" Dorian sneered, pulling Anne closer. "Or is it both? Get on top!" Dorian commanded in a low voice.
Despite his fury, Dorian's body and heart betrayed him. Every time he saw Anne, he couldn't help but want to take her.
Last time, he heard Anne calling out George's name in her sleep. He was extremely jealous and drank for three days to suppress his anger. But when he saw Anne and Nolan together at the bar, he couldn't control himself anymore.
"Anne, who do you really love?"
He pushed aside his thoughts, suppressing his frustration, and thrust her onto himself.
Anne, unprepared, shuddered in pain, her back arching as she collapsed onto his shoulder.
Was Dorian so angry because he mistakenly thought she loved another man?
"Do you want to know who I really love? I'll tell you now, in my heart..."
Anne wanted to tell Dorian that she loved only him.
But before she could say it, Dorian silenced her with a fierce kiss.
Dorian completely devoured Anne's lipstick, sucking on her thin lips like he wanted to merge her into himself.
Anne lost track of time, only surrendering to Dorian's passionate dominance.
Her necklace swayed, glowing in the dark.
When she came to, the room was still pitch black, and Dorian lay exhausted beside her.
Anne quietly got up, feeling like her limbs were about to fall apart. Even though Dorian had been careful, especially avoiding her stomach, she still felt heavy and tired.
She got out of bed, dressed, and silently left the room.
In the dim light of the room, Dorian slowly opened his eyes, staring fixedly in the direction Anne had left.
This room was on the third floor of the bar, usually reserved for VIP guests.
As soon as Anne left the room, she headed straight for the first floor. The first floor was still open, the loud music making it hard to talk without leaning in close.
She leaned close to a server, asking about Nolan. The server pointed to a corner where a man was huddled. She quickly walked over.
"Nolan?"
Nolan looked up at her, his face covered in bruises, his arms also injured.
Anne frowned. "Come on, I'll take you to the doctor."
She never expected Dorian to have someone beat Nolan like this. Nolan's life was spared, but if his injuries weren't treated in time, he might be disfigured.
Anne pulled Nolan up, but he didn't move.
His gaze shifted upward, noticing Dorian watching them from above. An evil thought crossed his mind.
He yanked hard, causing Anne to stumble and fall onto his lap.
Anne quickly struggled to get up, accidentally hitting Nolan's arm. Nolan winced, biting his lip in pain.
"Does it hurt?" Anne asked, feeling sorry.
"It's nothing." Nolan pretended to be strong, leaning against the wall as he slowly stood up and walked out.
But he walked with a limp, and Anne, seeing him like this, couldn't help but follow him out.
At the bar's entrance, Anne hailed a cab, insisting on taking Nolan to the hospital. Nolan reluctantly agreed.
Unbeknownst to Anne, Dorian saw everything. Just an hour ago, Anne was moaning under him, and now she was taking Nolan to the hospital. He was furious.
Anne took Nolan to the hospital. After examining his injuries, the doctor confirmed they weren't serious and prescribed some medication.
"Wait here, I'll go get the medicine."
"Okay."
Nolan obediently sat in the waiting area, but as Anne turned to leave, he noticed the deep and shallow kiss marks on her neck, his brow furrowing.
As soon as Anne left, an uninvited guest arrived.
Dorian stood in front of Nolan, looking down at him.
Nolan instinctively straightened his chest, not wanting to be outdone.
"Why are you here? To see how well Anne takes care of me?" Nolan was the first to provoke.