Chapter 23: Meeting him in the capital

When Emma woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed into Harry's room, only to be blocked by the luxurious silk curtains. The room was dimly lit. She shifted a little to sit up and found herself tightly embraced by Harry's strong arms.

Even in his sleep, he held onto her this way. Did this man have a violent tendency? Emma frowned.

A slight movement sent a sharp pain from between her legs, reminding her of their intimacy from the previous day. He was like a wild beast, relentlessly thrusting into her, even as she pleaded with him to stop. After leaving the bathroom, she thought they were done, but he took her again in the kitchen, then on the sofa, and finally, in the bed.

Emma gazed down at her bare body, noticing the prominent hickeys. Her cheeks involuntarily flushed, but recalling how he coldly forced her as if she were a mere tool for his orgasm, her heart turned icy.

She turned to look at Harry. His sleeping face was as handsome as ever, but his brows were