The Heir's Secret Bride

In the next second, the ferocious beast bit its prey's fragile neck. Maeve cried out in pain. The moment she opened her mouth. Byron seized the opportunity. The warm tip of his tongue forced apart her teeth and bit her lip. "Ugh! Let go-" Maeve was speechless and couldn't speak further. Her hands were weak as she pushed against his shoulders, but it was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes as anger and grievance rose from the bottom of her heart. Maeve thought. What does he take me for? Who does he think tam now?' She closed her eyes and bit Byron's lower lip hard.

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The thick scent of blood immediately filled their mouths. Byron's eyes were faintly red but his mind became clear. Looking at Maeve's flushed face and her panicked and resistant gaze, his eyes grew cold. He thought, "Is she so unwilling to be with me when she has been in another man's arms?"

With this thought in mind, not only did Byron not let go of Macke, but he even tore open the collar of her pajamas. Then, his long legs forcefully squeezed between her legs and he leaned over to kiss her again. His kiss was as wild as a storm. Red marks appeared on Maeve's soft skin one after another. She could not resist at all. Her delicate body trembled under his control.

"M-Mr. Mcdaniel... Byron! You can't do this. What do you take me for!" Her heart was in a panic, and the intense uneasiness made her eyes turn red. She thought, It shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't do this. Drip-drip. Hot Hot tears suddenly fell on the back of Byron's hand. He stopped and looked down.

Maeve's face was flushed from crying. Her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks. Her pajamas were already hastily gathered at her waist. Her exposed smooth skin was covered in red marks that was all his doing. Under normal circumstances, Byron might have felt pity for her But now, he wasn't. He narrowed his eyes and pinched Maeve's chin. He said hoarsely, "You don't want me to touch you Maeve's nose was red as she nodded in a panic.

"Sure." His tone was indifferent and cold. "Be good and open your mouth. Let me kiss you as much as I want. Then I won't touch you.

"What did he mean by as much as he wants? What if he never stops?' Maeve thought, shaking her head in panic. However, she could feel the imminent threat in front of her. She could only hold back her anger and agree. When she closed her eyes, she comforted herself that she had kissed him before anyway. It didn't matter if it happened again. It would be like kissing a dog "Maeve, you seem to have mistaken" Byron looked at Maeve with her eyes closed and mocked, Tm asking you to kiss me."

Maeve looked up in shock. Her red lips parted for a moment before she said, "I-I don't know how to...". You won't do

do it?" Byron rubbed his palm against her slender waist suggestively. "Then shall I

continue?"

"No!" Maeve interrupted anxiously. Her eyes gradually turned aggrieved. "Mr. Mcdaniel, I just got my period. I'm really uncomfortable. I want to sleep. There was a sobbing tone in her voice.

Byron stared at her reddened eyes for a long time and clucked his tongue. He tidied her pajamas a little roughly and lay down again. He wrapped his arms around her slender and trembling waist and closed his eyes.

Maeve originally thought that he would not let her off, but she was stunned for a long time when she saw this. Perhaps drunk men were very unreasonable. After all, he had said last night that she disgusted him. Yet now, he was hugging her tightly from behind. V0.23 FII, VGL TO

Maeve pursed her lips tightly. Her emotions were in a mess,

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gradually steadied, as if he had fallen asleep.

heaved a sigh of relief. She wanted to take this opportunity to leave, but she realized that she could not move his iron-like arm no matter what. She was so angry that she lowered her head and bit his hand. Still, he didn't move at all. Maeve was furious. Her lower abdomen had been feeling uncomfortable for a long time and she was already exhausted. She decided not to think too much and closed her eyes to sleep.

The next morning. Maeve woke up in a daze and realized that her lower abdomen was warm and comfortable, as if she had put a heating pad there. She reached out to touch it but realized that it felt wrong.

When she opened her eyes and looked down, she saw that her pajama top was pulled up. A well-defined hand lay on her soft abdomen. abdomen.

Maeve immediately woke up. She sat up in bed and looked at Byron sleeping on his side. Memories from last night surged back into her mind bit by bit. Her face instantly turned red. She couldn't believe she dared to sleep next to him unguarded after what happened. She obviously wasn't thinking at all.

Maeve hurriedly got out of bed and ran out of the master bedroom without looking back.

Not long after she left, Byron slowly opened his eyes and sat up with one hand on the bed. His dark face was filled with fatigue. He couldn't believe he got wasted last night. He wondered who had sent him home.

Byron's eyes were dark and gloomy. His temples were throbbing He sat quietly for a moment to calm down before getting out of bed. When he stepped into the bathroom, his expression froze.

Maeve was turned sideways as she stood in front of the mirror with an ointment in her hand. She was not wearing a shirt or bra, and her smooth skin was exposed, including her thin and beautiful shoulders, her breasts, and her slender waist.

Byron's eyes didn't miss a spot. The beautiful scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the scene of the ambiguous entanglement last night. His dark eyes darkened and his jaws clenched. Alling Alling with

Maeve turned around when she heard the commotion. She was caught off guard and met Byron's gaze, her eyes filling panic. She screamed and hurriedly grabbed her pajama top to cover herself, turning around to scold him angrily, "Mr. Mcdaniel, why didn't you knock when you came in? Get out!"

Hearing her angry voice, Byron came back to his senses. Just as he was about to mock her, his gaze darkened when he saw the reddened skin on her back.

"What are you looking at?" Maeve noticed his gaze and was afraid that he would go berserk like last night. She hugged- herself tightly. "Don't you know your manners? Don't look. Leave now!" Byron was about to leave when he heard her words. He stopped in his tracks. He raised his eyelids coldly and said in a hoarse voice, "You took off your clothes in the bathroom and didn't lock the door. Now you blame me for not knocking? Besides, I've touched you everywhere. There's no need for this."

With that, he glanced at her meaningfully and turned to leave.

Maeve's head was about to explode. She thought, 'How would I know he would wake up so early today when he was so drunk last night? Besides, what does he mean by there's no need for this? Did he mean I might as well not hide it from him?" Maeve almost wanted to throw the ointment in her hand at the back of his head.

However, the bathroom door had already closed again. She could only put down her hand angrily and continue applying the medicine,

The burn on her back no longer hurt, but her red skin looked a litle scary. The difficult part was how to apply the medicine.