The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 945 - 924 I’m not drunk, I just want to mess around!

Chapter 945: Chapter 924 I’m not drunk, I just want to mess around!

"That’s enough, Mia Rowen, quiet down!"

Morgan Sanders was near his breaking point with her. Usually, she just had a fiery temper, but after drinking she became shamelessly bolder, and he was truly out of options, "Drink the hangover tea before you start any more trouble!"

"I’m not drunk, why would I need hangover tea? You should know, I can rinse my mouth with eight bottles of beer. This little amount of beer is just to give me enough courage to sleep with you, I’m far from being drunk!" She wrapped her arms around Morgan’s neck with a force that sent him tumbling down on the bed with her.

"Mia Rowen, let go of me!"

Morgan was infuriated, the woman really didn’t know her own strength. Even in this state, she was clinging onto a man, wasn’t she afraid of a man taking advantage of her?

"I won’t let go, you’re my husband, why can’t I hold you!"

The woman clasped his neck even tighter, and Morgan inadvertently had his head pulled forcefully into her bosom. At that moment, Morgan was completely flabbergasted. Even the calmest of men would lose their composure with their head buried in a woman’s chest, his cheek pressed against her delicate skin. And to make matters worse, the pair of breasts distorted by the pressure of his cheeks fluctuated with her breathing, like raging river waters ceaselessly rushing forward!

Morgan felt his breath catch in an instant. His previously raging temper suddenly froze over, replaced by a torrent of blood rushing through his veins. His breathing grew more rapid with each breath, his body’s temperature skyrocketing uncontrollably. He tried to get up, but as his gaze was fixed on the woman’s heaving chest, he couldn’t muster any strength.

There was a noticeable reaction in his lower abdomen!

Damn woman!

"Mia Rowen, if you don’t let go now, you’ll bear the consequences!" Morgan’s mouth issued a threat, but his mind was in turmoil. He was even considering whether to seize the opportunity to make up for the bridal chamber they had never consummated.

After all, they were husband and wife, and besides, it was she who initiated it. Although she was drunk, he too sincerely wanted to spend his life with her!

"Damn, Morgan Sanders, how dare you threaten me?" the moment Mia heard Morgan mention that she would bear the consequences, she became agitated. Taking advantage of her drunken strength, she eagerly reached out to tear off Morgan’s shirt.

"Rip!"

Unfortunately, this ripping sound wasn’t from the shirt being torn off, but from her own mouth shouting it out. When she realized what happened, she wondered, "Huh? Why isn’t the shirt torn? Isn’t that how they do it on TV?"

Mia was extremely curious. She tried tearing it again with all her might, but nothing happened. The woman became more irritated: "Morgan Sanders, why is your shirt so sturdy and untearable?!"

Morgan: "..."

"If even you could tear my shirt, how many women would be after me?" A shirt that could be torn by any woman was no high-end custom. "Mia Rowen, who taught you to tear a man’s clothes after getting drunk?"

The thought of her doing what she had just done to another man after getting drunk made even the usually mild-mannered Morgan feel a sudden urge to strangle her. This woman really did need to be disciplined!

"No one taught me, I just want to take off your clothes. I’m not only going to undress you, but I’m also going to sleep with you!"

Mia, frustrated that her hands were restrained by Morgan, flailed about wildly, trying to free herself. But the man’s strength was too much for her, she couldn’t even budge. Left with no choice, Mia tried to use the strength of her legs, but before she could even lift them, they were firmly pinned down by Morgan’s long and powerful thighs.

"Mia Rowen, if you move one more time, it won’t be you sleeping with me, but me overpowering you!"

Morgan was so angry that smoke was practically coming out of his nostrils. Was this woman trying to ruin him?

"You forced me, you forced me, have the guts to force me!"

Mia Rowen struggled fiercely to break free while making a commotion, "If you don’t force me today, you’re not a man; you’re impotent, you’re gay!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

How could there be such a wildly nonsensical woman?

Everyone else fears rape, yet here she is, begging for it?

Morgan Sanders could only feel the corners of his eyes twitching repeatedly, feeling utterly speechless. Seeing her like this, he finally realized that the previous time she said she was only mildly troublesome was an understatement. He really wished he could capture this crazy image of her and use it to threaten her the next time she didn’t behave and made a ruckus in the middle of the night!

Just as he was about to do this and his gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks and seductive eyes, Morgan Sanders stopped himself. After all, in this day and age, racy photos and such were too risky. If those were to leak, it wouldn’t just be a matter of ruining his image; it would be an issue of others seeing it!

He didn’t want others to see it; however, no sooner had this thought crossed his mind than Morgan Sanders was startled by his thinking. When had he started to harbor such a perverse possessive desire for Mia Rowen?

This shock made his movements on his hands, body, and legs soften. With this relaxation, the woman seemed to immediately sense an opportunity and swiftly turned around, pinning the man beneath her. Now they were in a fine state.

Mia Rowen finally seized the chance to straddle him fully.

"I’ll show you for not keeping your word, not even knowing how to force your own wife, what kind of man are you? Since you don’t know how to be a man, I’ll teach you!" Mia Rowen, while straddling him, frantically tugged at his shirt, "If I can’t sleep with you today, then I am not a woman!"

Morgan Sanders: "..."

With such fervor, should he just let her be and enjoy the outcome?

After all, his body really needed her, and she was his wife. She was so willing; if he continued to resist, wouldn’t he just be tormenting himself?

"Do you really want to sleep with me that badly?" Morgan Sanders didn’t stop her anymore but simply watched her with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Isn’t that obvious? Why else would I drink so much beer today?"

At that moment, breathing halted, thinking paused, mind emptied. They say that drunk mouths speak sober thoughts; Morgan Sanders’ expression turned blank, but his mood inexplicably surged with excitement, "Say that again? Have the guts to say that again?"

"Even if I say it again, it’s the same. I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with you!"

"The sentence before that!"

"Still, I want to sleep with you!"

"Not that one!"

"That’s the one, I want to sleep with you! Regardless of which sentence, it’s I want to sleep with you!"

The more he asked, the more agitated Mia Rowen got. She couldn’t tear the shirt, but she bit off all of Morgan Sanders’ buttons. Morgan had always known that Mia was far from tender, but he never imagined she could be this ferociously impatient!