novelraw Chapter 1369: Do You Know How Expensive You Are?
Chapter 1369: Do You Know How Expensive You Are?
Willow Crawford only felt the world spinning. She had just tried to sit up when her vision went black, and Morgan Ashworth pressed down over her.
Morgan braced one hand beside her, looking down at her from above. "Since you’re here, why are you trying to leave?"
Willow had already not known where to put her eyes; now she didn’t even know where to put her hands, afraid of touching him, of touching all that hard muscle on his body. "I didn’t know you weren’t wearing any clothes. Put something on first, I have something to talk to you about."
Morgan’s thin lips hooked up in a wicked, bad-tempered curve. "If I put it on I’ll just have to take it off again later. Don’t you think that’s troublesome?"
"What do you mean?" Willow didn’t understand.
"Princess Consort, are you still going to pretend? You came into my room dressed like this to put on a... wet seduction scene, and you expect me to believe you came to talk about the stars and the moon, poetry and philosophy and the meaning of life with me?"
Only then did Willow realize she was still in her soaking wet clothes. She’d been too anxious to come find him and had no idea how tempting she looked right now.
Before jumping into the sea she’d taken off her coat; underneath she’d only had on a pink lace dress. Now the dress was clinging wetly to her body, showing off every swell and curve of her figure to the fullest.
"That’s not what I meant." Willow quickly crossed her slim arms over her chest, because she’d noticed his gaze was fixed right there.
The last time in the villa bedroom, his low, hoarse voice had brushed against her ear as he asked what cup size bra she wore.
Morgan looked at her. The woman, damp all over, was like banana leaves battered by rain, adding a fragile, helpless beauty that looked like it couldn’t withstand the storm. Now, the way she tried to cover herself also carried a hint of coy rejection, making his Adam’s apple instantly bob up and down.
Desire and gloom twisted madly together in his eyes, darkening his brows with a murky uncertainty. No wonder so many men were waiting for Prince Rosen to keel over with his eyes closed. With looks like this, who wouldn’t want to make her theirs?
In these past five years a lot of men had appeared around her. Putting Prince Rosen aside, there were still plenty of wolves eyeing her like prey.
Just thinking about that made the chill in Morgan’s eyes deepen.
"If that’s not what you meant, then what did you mean?"
Willow wanted to have a proper talk with him, so she met his gaze head on. "I have something to tell you, about what happened five years ago. Back then I..."
"Five years ago?" Morgan cut her off outright.
"Yeah, five years ago I..."
Heh.
Morgan suddenly let out a low laugh. He narrowed those long, foxlike eyes, looking at Willow full of mockery and scorn. "You finally admit it—you never lost your memory. You knew who I was. Every time I think of the First Princess Consort righteously demanding who I was that night, I can’t help but sigh. Five years ago or five years later, your acting could compete with the Oscars. I almost let you fool me again."
Willow’s lashes trembled. She knew she’d slipped up.
But that night she hadn’t dared acknowledge him. She’d truly been terrified.
"Listen to me, five years ago..."
"Enough. Don’t talk to me about five years ago. What right do you have to bring up five years ago in front of me?"
His expression suddenly turned dark and grotesque, bloodshot veins crawling into his phoenix eyes. He glared at her with hatred and disgust.
Willow felt a sharp pain in her chest, like a knife had been driven straight in.
"Willow, what do you think you can say to me now? Don’t tell me you’re going to say you had some unspeakable difficulties, that you didn’t mean to hurt me. Ha. Hahaha. You think I’m still the man I was five years ago? That Miles Linden who had nothing but you in his eyes, who was willing to give up everything for you and drink the poison you handed him with your own hands, is dead. The man I am now will never believe a word of your lies again!"
"Don’t talk to me about five years ago. It all already happened. Aro, Trey, Sloan, Nolan are dead. You killed me with your own hands too. Unless you can turn back time and make it so none of it ever happened, Willow, I will never forgive you!"
Willow’s pale eyes instantly turned bright red. The knife lodged in her heart twisted and twisted, shredding her flesh and blood, making the pain cut all the way to the bone.
She knew he would never believe her again.
No matter what she said, he would only think her mouth was full of lies.
No matter what difficulties she’d had, nothing could undo what had been done to him in the past.
The truth was... she wasn’t trying to argue or excuse the sins she’d committed. She only wanted to tell him that the words "never did" weren’t true, that she loved him, that this love had never stopped for even a second.
But now she understood he wouldn’t believe it. He hadn’t even given her a chance to open her mouth. Once a thorn took root in your throat, it could never be pulled out.
Willow closed her eyes briefly, then reached out to push him. "Since you hate me so much, I’ll go now."
Her heart hurt so badly she just wanted to find some corner to curl up in and lick her wounds alone.
Morgan caught her slender, jade-white wrist and pinned it above her head, forbidding her to move. "Willow, you think you can just come and go as you please on my turf?"
"Then what do you want?"
Morgan reached out and started undoing the buttons on her dress.
"No!" Willow fought back at once.
Morgan’s lips quirked. "Didn’t you come to me for that piece of land in the south of the city? I can give you the land..."
He was being this agreeable?
Willow didn’t believe it.
Sure enough, he went on slowly, "But you, First Princess Consort, have to sleep with me once."
The color drained from Willow’s face. The entanglement between a man and a woman’s bodies was a wholehearted surrender. Did he really have to use this kind of method to humiliate her?
"I won’t! I refuse! Let me go!"
Morgan lowered his head and crushed his mouth down on her babbling red lips, sealing them with a kiss.
Mm!
Willow felt suffocated, unable to breathe. His kiss was so rough it was almost sadistic, ravaging her lips. She couldn’t feel even a trace of sincerity or tenderness from him.
Willow wanted to bite him.
But Morgan already knew all her tricks. He reached out with long fingers to clamp her delicate little face, yanking her stunning features hard into his palm as he threatened, "Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you dare bite me again, I’ll give you something else to bite till you’ve had your fill!"
What was he saying?
Willow didn’t fully understand his meaning, but one look at his expression told her it wasn’t anything good. Her little face was twisted out of shape in his grip, hurting so, so much.
Just then Morgan lowered his body over hers, his kisses falling along her neck and into her hair. "My asking price isn’t low. It’s not like you’ve never slept with a man—you’ve even had a child. You’re no maiden, barely count as a young wife. Trading the land in the south of the city for one night with you is very expensive, you know?"
Willow’s struggles were useless. Her resistance only provoked even rougher treatment from him. He had already pressed a large patch of red marks into her pale, tender skin.
If this was what he wanted now, then she... would just give it to him.
Willow slowly closed her eyes.