Chapter 5 Slut.

~Asher~

It was said that the wedding day would be one of the happiest moments in one's life, but for me, it was nonsense.

All my happiness had been buried with the day my mom was buried.

Revenge was the only thing that keeps me alive.

"Asher, are you sure not to hold a wedding? As the son of the Walton, you deserve any grand wedding as you like."

I still remembered how much worry filled the old man's eyes when I told Grandapa that I and Julia Rogers were not going to have a wedding.

I pretended to cough as I explained to him that my body was not fit for the hustle occasion and that what I wanted was to spend a cozy night with my beloved new wife.

Sure enough, Grandpa did not force me but silently added some more properties under my name. Ian was exasperated to grit his teeth after knowing that.

As for Julia Rogers, I'd already heard that she loved extravagance and always dreamed of an elaborate wedding, one that would be the talk of the country. I was determined to shatter her sweet dreams.

Wait and see, Ian. It was just a little appetizer before my ultimate revenge meal.

"How did she behave?" I asked my assistant Ricky on the way return home. Julia Rogers was said to be a woman who couldn't bear being ignored. Hours-long confinement would torment her enough.

"She's a little anxious," Ricky said as he handed me the real-time surveillance feed, "but she didn't make a scene as we expected, except the first time asking why we locked the door."

I frowned to hear that and locked my eyes on the woman under the security camera. She hugged herself sitting on the bed, looking broken and helpless. I had to admit that she was indeed a stunner. Any man would be willing to do anything to smooth out her furrowed brow.

But she could never fool me. I knew well about her true colors.

Arrogant, greedy, and slutty.

Julia Rogers was surely a perfect match with Ian. They had done a lot of nasty things together. She was not innocent to be included in my revenge plan.

From the surveillance records, the woman was cautious. She had checked all the doors and windows, hadn't drunk a drop of water, and kept alert. It seemed that our game would get fun.

I glanced out the window, the night was deep. It was time to start our show.

"Turn off the surveillance in the room," I instructed Ricky before moving to my bridal chamber. I'm not a pervert who likes to share my privacy with others.

"You have no right to imprison me like this!"

I snorted at the door to hear her say that. It was too late, woman. I already planned the cruelest nightmare for you.

I expected her to yell or cry in anger. After all, how could a spoiled lady stand being treated rudely like a whore?

However, she acted submissive, even pathetic.

Fu*k, what a good actress the woman was! She must have moaned like a whore under Ian countless times and now she still tried to make me believe she was lack of sex experience.

With that thought, I got even angrier. Before I was about to rip her dress, she finally unzipped it. The moonlight through the window fell on her curvy body, making my groin tight.

The way she came with the moonlight was just like a siren yet got the most innocent eyes. Again, I admitted she was a stunner.

But I would not give her any mercy. In my dark private room, I already prepared some interesting tools for her. I swore she would scream to beg me.

I didn't expect she would fall right between my thighs. What pissed me off more was that her breath instantly aroused my desire. What a slut! Trying to play tricks before me, huh?

I roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to face my fiery gaze.

"I-I'm sorry. I tripped-" She still tried to fool me.

"You really are a cheap slut," I scoffed, "Are you that eager to get fucked?"

She shook her head, "No, I meant don't-"

I had no interest to hear her defense as her sweet voice was easy to seduce men. Since she had aroused the beast, she should be prepared to bear the anger of the beast.

I yanked her face forward and kissed her lips violently. But slowly did I find that kissing her for a start was a bad idea.

Her impeccably soft and rosy lips seemed to have magic, making my rough kiss soon grew into something gentle. It felt like she wasn't a skilled kisser and struggled to keep up with my pace.

I reprimanded myself for almost falling for her tricks. The Rogers daughter was a slut but she was trying so hard to appear innocent to me. It almost worked.

With my fingers, I violently pinched her mouth open and drove my tongue in, increasing my pace. I couldn't deny that I wasn't disgusted delving into her flavor.

I threw her head back and she remained in front of me, a stain of blush covering her cheeks. I knew she was craving me, from the look in her eyes I could tell that she was anticipating this moment with me, like the slut that she was.

If only she knew that I had no intention of being gentle with her.

The fact that she used to be Ian's possession makes me want to hurt her so badly and watch her bleed as though she was my worst enemy.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, her almond eyes filled with tears and I noticed the marks on her face were bleeding.

If I wasn't well aware of her status, I would have fallen for the act. She knew how to make the perfect cute face and if I was still in the era when I had a heart, I would have cupped it and consoled her.

"For a slut, you sure are a great actress too. Did Ian cook this up with you?" I smirked.

"I-" I grabbed her corset and tore it in half from the chest as she spoke. Her boobs bounced to my sight.

Her words switched into a gasp and I saw a tear drop from her eyes. She wiped it, clenching her fist as she lowered her gaze.

I smirked, seeing how she was avoiding my gaze. She probably wished I was Ian but I didn't plan to fuck her like he does. I plan to be a nightmare to her.

I trailed my finger from her face to her boob and pressed it down, watching as she fought the pain. I pinched her nipple, watching as the pink nub turned red and an inaudible cry tore from her pursed lips.

I dragged her up sitting on my legs and buried my face into her neck, holding her head up as I trailed my lips and basked in her scent. I sucked on her skin and wallowed in her resistance and constant gasps as I bit her.

I closed her in my arms, making a trail of lovebites on her skin while manhandling her boobs. Running my fingers down her breast to her core, I felt her jerk.

"Stay still," I warned.

She relaxed but resisted again the moment I touched her core, I held her waist and started to reach into her opening when I felt three drops of her tears simultaneously hit my shoulder.

More followed and I did what I had avoided all along, I looked at her face. She kept a stoic expression but her eyes were wet with tears, I felt my anger flare up at the interruption.

I haven't started but she was already in tears. Such a bitch.

In my fit of rage and uncertainty, I pushed her away from me to the cold floor.

"I don't like hypocrite sluts. The sight of you makes me want to puke." I informed her, moving my chair away as though she was the most disgusting thing ever.

She bit her lower lips, holding back her sob. "I'm sorry-"

"Save it!" I cut her off, my nostrils flaring.

"Flynn!" I called my Butler and he dashed in. She turned away at once and tried to cover herself with the pieces from her dress. Faker.

I operated my wheelchair out of the room in anger as I gave the order.

"Take her to the servant's quarter. From now on, she is only a maid of this house."