Chapter 115 Needs Discipline
"Yeah..." Nora, completely wasted, still managed to respond to him.
Steven couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. He set her down on the sink counter and cupped her flushed little face. "Do you need to wash your hair today?"
Nora didn't answer.
Steven sniffed her hair himself. It didn't smell bad—there was a faint, pleasant scent. She must have washed it last night.
He instructed, "Raise your arms. I'm taking off your clothes to bath you."
Nora obediently raised her arms.
Steven removed the torn shirt, revealing the black bra underneath. His brow twitched.
Nice figure.
Steven made a mental note.
Under his heated gaze, Nora seemed to come to her senses a bit.
She covered her bra, asking drunkenly, "Why are you taking off my clothes?"
"To give you a bath."
"Then don't look at me." Nora raised her hand to cover his eyes, but in her drunken state, she missed and ended up running her fingers over his Adam's apple.
Steven let out a strained breath. "You're just asking for it."
Always teasing when drunk.
If it were any other man, he would've lost control by now!
"Stop teasing me, or don't cry later." Steven removed her hand. "Your drunk behavior is terrible. I'm banning you from drinking from now on."
"I'm going to drink anyway!" Nora insisted, continuing to touch his Adam's apple. "Steven..."
She suddenly called his name softly.
Steven's gaze grew more intense, his voice strained with restraint. "What?"
Her teasing was making his whole body burn.
"Do you still want to divorce me?" Nora tilted her head seductively, her hair falling over her left shoulder as she stroked his neck while talking to him.
Steven's Adam's apple bobbed, his body tensing beneath the towel. "Why? Are you afraid I'll divorce you?"
She didn't answer, just looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, like a poor little pet afraid of being abandoned by its owner.
Steven felt satisfied by her expression.
His gaze deepened as he pinched her chin, his voice low and husky. "If you're so afraid of divorce, why do you keep getting involved with other men? I hate women who can't behave. If you want to stay with me and be my woman, you need to listen to me from now on."
His voice became coaxing toward the end. "You hear me? Don't go flirting with other men. You can only belong to me."
Nora shook her head, saying coquettishly, "Let me tell you something."
They seemed to be having two different conversations, not connecting at all.
Nora squinted her almond-shaped eyes and said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of divorce. If you give me a house, then I'll have a house. And then I'll live in the house you gave me and find 1, 2, 3... seven boyfriends. Seven days a week, one for each day..."
Steven's face darkened. He gripped her chin tighter, his eyes chillingly cold. "You dare?"
"I dare!" She lifted her chin, leaning closer and making a biting motion like a little wildcat.
She almost fell over.
Steven stepped forward, catching her waist, squinting at her. "You dare? Try it and see."
So she was that kind of woman—when she looked, she'd look for seven at once?
One for each day?
Wasn't she afraid of being worn out?
"I'll try..." Nora, still oblivious to the approaching danger, continued with her biting motion and actually bit down on his shoulder.
"You're really asking for it." Steven couldn't hold back anymore. He pressed her against the sink counter and kissed her roughly.
Talking about finding seven boyfriends.
He was going to let her off, but she kept provoking him, even talking about finding other men. She wouldn't learn unless he taught her a lesson.
Nora was pinned down and kissed, all the air in her chest stolen away.
Unable to breathe, she pounded on his shoulder. "Steven..."
"I can't breathe..." Nearly suffocating, Nora sobered up a bit. Seeing the man before her, she was startled. "Steven..."
Steven's eyes were dark with desire. He pulled her hand down to his waist. "You aroused me. You're responsible..."
Nora's eyes widened.
He was burning hot.
Nora's mind went blank.
All sense and reason vanished, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing, sometimes light, sometimes intense, echoing in the bathroom...
Afterward.
Nora's eyes were red from crying. She felt completely drained, yet her mind wasn't sleepy at all.
Steven tenderly stroked her hair. "Does it hurt that much from just once?"
He'd wanted a second round, but she cried from the pain, so Steven gave up.
"It hurts a lot." Her lashes were wet with tears. She hadn't expected the first time to hurt so much. If it weren't for the alcohol numbing her brain, it might not have worked at all.
She hit Steven's shoulder once.
Steven didn't mind. He reached out his long arm and pulled her shoulder, letting her lean against him. "The first time is the worst. It won't hurt anymore after this."
Nora blushed.
He wanted there to be a next time?
After this experience, Nora was traumatized. She never wanted to do it again!
"I never want to again," Nora spoke honestly.
Steven paused. "Is it that bad?"
He'd just discovered the pleasure of it, and she was saying she never wanted to again?
How could that work?
He didn't want to be a Catholic priest.
"It's that bad!" She sniffled, looking pitiful. "It still hurts now. I feel like I definitely won't walk normally tomorrow."
"Should we see a doctor?" Steven was worried about hearing how much pain she was in.
He didn't know either—this was his first time too.
"No way. How embarrassing would it be to see a doctor for this?" Besides, she'd asked Olivia before, and Olivia had said that the first time was very painful for women.
"You said it hurts so much, I'm wondering if something got injured. How about I take a look for you?" He started to duck under the covers.
No way!
Nora quickly grabbed Steven's arm, wrapping the blanket around herself. Being face-to-face for the first time was embarrassing enough—now he wanted to look down there?
She was so embarrassed that her toes were curling. "Don't you dare look!"
Steven, held back by her, looked at her somewhat helplessly. "You say it hurts, but you won't see a doctor, and you won't let me check. What if something's really injured?"
"Just no!" Her face red, she refused to agree.
Steven coaxed her. "Then let's sleep? We'll see if it feels better when you wake up tomorrow."
Nora had to agree.
Steven helped arrange her pillow and helped her lie down. For some reason, after having sex, he seemed to have become more considerate.
Nora also inexplicably felt closer to him, probably because of the union of mind and body.
Without thinking, she snuggled up to him, nestling into his warm, faintly fragrant embrace, and fell asleep.
The next day.
When Nora woke up, she was completely sober and completely embarrassed.
Especially waking up in the same bed with him, with her arms around him—she had no idea how to face this situation.