The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1088 - 1068: Can You Help Me Take Off My Clothes?

Chapter 1088: Chapter 1068: Can You Help Me Take Off My Clothes?

"I..."

Senna Leon never expected Rio Gordon, who had stormed out earlier, to come back, and especially not under these circumstances. She stammered, desperately wishing she could just disappear underground, "My pajama didn’t come over, so I don’t have any clothes, and I thought I could find something here!"

Upon hearing this, Rio Gordon’s brows deeply furrowed, perhaps it was the woman’s excessively fragrant scent on her body, or perhaps it was because the person he had longed for so long was finally his. Even though he had tried to restrain himself, Rio Gordon was still somewhat on the verge of losing control.

His grip on her hand involuntarily tightened, and his gaze drifted inch by inch downward, from her fair cheek, jawline, collarbone, further down... finally resting on the woman’s chest covered in a red bath towel, which just perfectly revealed her voluptuous cleavage.

It was indeed...

A deadly temptation!

At that instant, Rio Gordon’s mind was haunted by a single question, that was, to sleep, or not to sleep?

To sleep, she was his wife now, after all, it was only natural!

Not to sleep, even if she was his wife, if she was unwilling, marital rape was still rape!

"Rio, could you let go of my hand? I really didn’t mean to!"

Senna Leon finally could not bear the pain transmitting from her wrist anymore, the man’s strength was frighteningly great, as if he wanted to crush her wrist entirely, it hurt so much that she couldn’t ignore it. Did he misunderstand something about her, thinking she dressed this way to seduce him?

"Look, I really didn’t intend to wear this to seduce you, really!"

In the end, seeing the man’s pupils darken more and more, she thought he did not believe her, after all, she had a history, "Rio, I’m being honest, I didn’t want to seduce you. I also know you don’t like it, I did pursue you in the past, but that was then and not now. I am self-aware, I am not worthy of you!"

Not worthy of him?

Is it because she had a child with another man that she declares she’s not worthy of him?

"Is it truly that you are not worthy of me, or that you don’t love me anymore?"

Rio Gordon’s hand tightened on her wrist, and he threw her onto the bed. Senna Leon felt dizzy from the soft mattress hitting her, and before she could respond to his question, the man’s heavy body was already pressing down on her.

The scent characteristic of Rio Gordon engulfed her completely, carrying with it a different, fervently masculine odor from before, familiar yet lethal. Senna Leon felt her heartbeat lose control, leaving her so weak she could hardly breathe.

"Speak up, Senna Leon!!!"

Without waiting for the woman’s response, Rio Gordon couldn’t help but roar out loud. Why was she willing to have a child for another man yet marrying him, whom she liked before, seemed such a grievance, "Senna Leon, let me tell you, even if I have you today, it would still just be a normal bridal chamber!"

Senna Leon: "..."

The previously somewhat frightened Senna Leon subconsciously tensed when she heard this, sensing something amiss about the statement. What does he mean by ’even if I have you’, does he actually desire her that much?

Wasn’t he greatly repulsed by her?

Or was it that he was filled with too much alcohol during the banquet tonight?

"Rio, did you drink a lot tonight?"

"It seemed like it was just water?"

The scent of alcohol was slight, and Senna Leon remembered he had just taken a shower. Besides, with the Gordon family’s meticulous servants preparing everything so perfectly, including underwear and pajamas, why would they have prepared hangover tea for such an occasion?

So the absence of a strong alcohol scent on his body didn’t mean his mind was clear. Then, obliviously, Senna Leon asked another question, "Are you drunk?"

"Drunk?"

Rio Gordon scoffed and then looked at her with a somewhat coercive gaze, "Yes, I’m drunk, so can I sleep with you now?"

After speaking, he abruptly yanked off the bright red bath towel wrapped around Senna Leon’s body, throwing it onto the floor. Her pale, jade-like body was exposed directly to his eyes, and Senna Leon instinctively covered her chest.

"Rio, stop this!"

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but his emotional state was clearly one of venting anger; she wasn’t the one being hurt by this, it was him. Rio was so perfect; he couldn’t accept that he was losing control in his anger and would force himself on a woman he didn’t love.

"What if I insist on doing this?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Rio Gordon bent his head down and kissed her. His kiss was laden with a strong intent to conquer; it landed repeatedly on her eyes, cheeks, jaw, and even her forehead—the sacred space was not spared. Senna Leon desperately twisted her head to evade, but the disparity in their strength was too vast; she couldn’t escape, and eventually, she stopped struggling.

At the touch of her body, all the years of repressed longing in Rio Gordon burst forth. The familiar scent of her, addicting as ever, filled the void within him bit by bit, yet he felt it wasn’t enough. He desired to possess her completely before he would stop!

But when his lips moved from her collar to her eyes, he tasted the salty flavor, and immediately, a scalding heat surged through his lips. Rio Gordon’s body stiffened as he realized she had been crying...

It was as if a cold bucket of water had been thrown on his feet; the restless blood within him completely solidified.

My God, what had he done to her?

Rio Gordon, back when she wanted to be with you, you pushed her away, and now you claim her just because you desire her. She is not an object—to be discarded when unwanted and seized when desired!

Rio Gordon, you’ve already forced her to marry you, what more do you want?

Were you really about to commit an atrocious act on your wedding night?

"I won’t do anything to you!"

Rio Gordon coldly resigned himself to get up off her, then reached for the quilt to cover her body. He glanced at the underwear and pajamas placed at the head of the bed, "Go put on your clothes, any piece will do, don’t bother choosing!"

Any piece will do?

That’s right!

In his eyes, it didn’t matter what she wore—her performance just now was terrible. Even though she knew he wouldn’t do anything, why did she still get so frightened?

But since he hadn’t done anything he’d regret, she was relieved.

"Uh... you..."

With him sitting on the bed, how could she possibly feel comfortable getting dressed? Before, she had a bath towel, but now she had nothing, and asking Rio Gordon to leave was clearly not an option. This was his house, his room, "Could you help me get my clothes?"