Chapter 78- marry you

Chapter 78: Chapter 78- marry you "You can live in such a luxurious place all you want, but please, at least switch my room with someone else’s," Lilian insisted stubbornly. Morrison had already taken off his sunglasses. He glanced down at her hand gripping his arm, then forcefully shook it off. Without hesitation, he took a step toward the door. Desperate, Lilian lunged forward to block him again—but this time, Morrison twisted her wrist and pulled her inside his room. The door slammed shut heavily behind them. Lilian met his gaze, dark and dangerous like a storm ready to break. Panic bubbled up in her chest. "What... what are you doing?" Morrison tossed his luggage onto the rack, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt while smirking coldly at her. "Once you step into my room, it won’t be so easy to leave." He hadn’t planned to act so soon, but after she kept pushing his buttons, he decided it was time to make her his—no more worrying about her and Karl. Lilian was terrified, silently praying he was only joking to scare her. But the cold expression in his eyes held no hint of jest. As he moved toward her, his shirt slipped off and was tossed aside, revealing a chiseled, sun-kissed chest marked by defined muscles—strong and commanding. Her cheeks flushed deeply with embarrassment. She averted her eyes and clutched her bag tightly, trying to run toward the door. "I’m going back to my own room!" But he grabbed her slender wrist firmly, pulling her back. Her small suitcase was ripped from her grasp and thrown aside. He pressed her against the wall; his powerful body closed in, and he lowered his head to kiss her. His movements were fierce and predatory—like a black panther—possessing her soft lips with overwhelming force. Lilian turned her head, struggling to evade him. "Let me go!" She sensed what he intended. Desperately, she tried to escape. After their breakup, there had been one close moment where he almost claimed her, but when she asked if he was ready to marry her, he relented. This time, though, the dark hunger in his eyes told her that no amount of struggling would change what was about to happen. Her voice rose in panic. Suddenly he stopped, his face close to hers, calmly watching her. His composed confidence was in stark contrast to her frantic fear—a scene like a predator toying with prey destined to be caught. "You might not know this," he murmured, "but I’ve already cleared out all the other guests from this villa complex. You can scream all you want; no one will hear you. So feel free." His long fingers traced her waist, sliding over her skin with deliberate intimacy. "I wouldn’t even mind if you screamed loudly when we start." Lilian’s face flushed a deeper red in anger and shame. "You say you have no bad intentions?" she spat. He had given all sorts of excuses earlier for the room arrangement—but it was clear now he had planned this deliberately. He was truly cruel—down to his very core, a bad man. He smiled, clearly in a good mood, tilting his head to nip at the corner of her lips. "I never said I wouldn’t do anything to you. I just planned to wait until tonight." "But now it seems like we’re starting early. Hmm, doing this in broad daylight... actually feels pretty good." After saying that, he fiercely kissed her again. Lilian whimpered and pushed at him, struggling. He didn’t make any other moves—just held her waist tightly, kissing her over and over. His kisses were lingering and gentle, patient and meticulous. Lilian’s heart wasn’t empty of him—in fact, it was precisely because he was in her heart that she resisted, avoided, and fled from him, afraid she couldn’t guard her feelings. So under his tender assault, her resistance slowly weakened. His kisses were so burning she felt like she was suffocating. She raised her head, trying to gasp some fresh air—but that move seemed to encourage him, making his kisses even more fervent. Embarrassed and flustered, Lilian tried once more to push him away, but he threw her back onto the large bed behind them. Flustered, she scrambled to get up, but he leaned over and pinned her down. She was wearing a dress with a zipper at the back; with a single lift of his hand, he pulled it down, revealing a patch of her smooth, pristine back. Lilian was utterly stunned, lying there quietly sobbing. Behind her came the sound of his belt unbuckling, then his entire body pressed down over hers. His fiery kisses traveled from her shoulder downwards. His kisses were patient, reverent, and tender. Lilian trembled uncontrollably, quietly begging, "Please don’t—" "Don’t do this, Morrison—" "Wah—" But Morrison remained unmoved, silently using his actions to awaken every cell of desire within her. All her pleas dissolved into soft gasps. At the moment he claimed her, she cried softly in pain. The moment he claimed her, Lilian whimpered in pain, tears spilling down her cheeks. He gently cupped her face, kissing her softly to soothe her. "Lilian, I’m going to marry you..." "In a little while, I’ll call your brother and your parents to tell them about us!" Lilian’s tears flowed even harder. She wasn’t sure if it was from the pain of becoming a woman for the first time, or because of his words. Her heart swirled with confusion and turmoil in that instant, but he gave her no time to think further. With a strange and thrilling intensity, he swept away all her thoughts and reason. The room was filled with a tangled mess of passion and disorder, accompanied by the girl’s uncertain sounds—whether they were cries or sighs of pleasure—and the hotel’s thin blanket draped over the man’s strong waist... Suddenly, knocking and voices outside interrupted everything. "Bro? Are you there?" Lilian, nestled stiffly in Morrison’s arms after their fervent encounter, was terrified by Karl’s voice. She froze completely, afraid to make a sound that might reveal to Karl that she was actually in Morrison’s room, and that they were still... Morrison, unhurried, slipped his arm from behind her head, stood up, put on his robe, and went to open the door. Lilian had no strength left to care what he was doing, only the hollow breath of trying to calm herself. That last moment had nearly broken her back.