Chapter 530 Drunken Rampage

Chapter 530 Drunken Rampage

Ambrose was at a loss for words, wondering if Kenna was always this difficult when she was drunk.

"I've been thinking about going out and hooking up with more guys," Kenna suddenly blurted out.

"What did you just say?" Ambrose's face changed instantly.

She wanted to go out and hook up with guys? Was she serious?

"I want to sleep with more men, to learn more about sex," Kenna continued.

"Kenna, are you out of your mind?" Ambrose was furious.

"I thought maybe then I'd understand what kind of woman you like!" Kenna's voice cracked.

"Kenna, don't you dare!"

"But I don't dare! I'm too much of a coward!" Kenna's voice grew more desperate. "I can't take that step. Just thinking about being with another man makes me feel sick and dirty. I can't do it."

Ambrose let out a small sigh of relief. She wasn't completely foolish.

"But if I don't go out and hook up with guys, how will I know what kind of woman you like?" Kenna's tears started to fall, and Ambrose's heart ached.

"I like you just the way you are," He whispered, so softly only he could hear.

"Ambrose, what do you want from me? What do I have to do for you to like me? Tell me!" Kenna suddenly lunged at Ambrose.

Startled, Ambrose caught her, but her force was too strong, and they both ended up on the floor. He winced in pain but froze when Kenna kissed him.

Their breaths were heavy, and their hearts raced. Ambrose wanted to push her away, thinking she was just drunk and would regret it in the morning. But he couldn't. He didn't want to.

His body tensed, and he stared at Kenna, who was kissing him with all her heart. Her taste filled his mouth, and he felt like he was drunk too, unable to tell if this was a dream or reality.

After what felt like an eternity, Kenna pulled away, her eyes locked on Ambrose's. He remained still, letting her kiss him as she pleased.

"Ambrose, am I a bad kisser?" She asked.

It was not at all. He had been so excited he almost exploded, too afraid to respond, fearing he might lose control.

"Tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I'll change," She pleaded.

Ambrose's throat tightened. He didn't have that much self-control. If Kenna kept this up, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Kenna," He began, trying to get her to stop, but she silenced him with another kiss. She was playing with fire, and Ambrose's veins bulged with the effort to hold back.

He couldn't take it anymore. But he couldn't leave her either. Kenna had free rein over him.

Her hand slipped under his shirt, her warm touch setting his skin on fire. Ambrose was losing control, his body rigid with restraint. He had been drinking too, and he might lose himself to the alcohol.

Kenna kept pushing, going further and further.

"Kenna," He gasped, holding her wandering hand. If he had been a moment later, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself.

"Kenna, enough," Ambrose said, trying to calm down.

"Why?" She asked, her eyes wide and hurt.

"I'm taking you back to the Valois Mansion," He said. He couldn't keep her here, not even for a moment, fearing what might happen.

"I'm not going!" Kenna was firm.

"Be reasonable," Ambrose tried to stand, but Kenna clung to him.

"Kenna."

"Tonight, I'm staying here. Tonight, I'm going to sleep with you!" Kenna declared.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" Ambrose was on the verge of breaking down. She was pushing him to the edge.

"Why can't we sleep together? We're legally married!" Kenna was more agitated than Ambrose.

"We're getting divorced."

"But we're not divorced yet."

"In a few days, we'll have the divorce papers."

"But right now, we're legally married, and it's perfectly normal for us to have sex!" Kenna wouldn't listen to any of Ambrose's explanations. "Why is it that we've only had sex once?"

"Ambrose, tonight, I'm going to have sex with you!"

"Kenna, you'll regret this tomorrow," Ambrose said, his whole body trembling with restraint. This was harder than anything he'd ever faced.

"I won't regret it!" Kenna said firmly. "The only regret I have is that we've only had sex once, and it wasn't even a good experience!"

"What?" Ambrose looked at Kenna in shock.

"Why have we only had sex once? And I was the passive one!" Kenna demanded.

Ambrose pressed his lips together. So they had only done it once. He had almost thought... How could that be? Kenna had been with Brooks for so long. He had seen her come out of Brooks' room himself.

"This time, I want to be the one in control!" Kenna's eyes were unfocused, but her voice was determined. "Ambrose, if you push me away, I'll bite you!"

With that, Kenna pushed Ambrose to the ground, pinning him beneath her.

"Don't resist," She warned, then kissed him again.

Ambrose didn't resist. He couldn't bear to push Kenna away. He knew if he did, she would cry, and he didn't want her to cry. It would break his heart. As for tomorrow, he would deal with her anger then.

The night was filled with passion.

Morning came, and Kenna rolled over, feeling like she had been run over by a truck. Even moving her toes was an effort. She opened her eyes wearily, recognizing the familiar yet strange room. It took her a moment to realize she was still in Ambrose's bed.

Fragments of memories pieced together into a complete story. Kenna's face turned red. She had been so forward last night, she couldn't bear to think about it too deeply. She never imagined she could be so bold, something she would never do sober.

But she didn't regret it. Even though she didn't know how to face Ambrose now, she cherished the memory. She turned over, bracing herself to face Ambrose, only to find his side of the bed empty.