Chapter 101

Mason sounded so gentle that it bordering on seductive.

He might have disappointed her greatly, but Zoe couldn't help but feel

something stirring within at what he said. Eve so, she kept a clear

head.

He came over, pinned her on the couch, and started kissing her

tenderly. However, all she felt was heartbreak.

Touching his dashing face, she asked him softly, “Do you love me,

Mason?”

He would never admit it. In fact, he never loved anyone. His silence

was his answer. She already knew this, but that didn’t make her feel

any less sad about it.

So, she asked again, “Well. Do you want to love me? You said we're

married. Are you ready to make me feel loved?”

To his credit, Mason didn't lie to her. Touching her lips with his own, he

responded softly and tenderly, “Not at all!”

Closing her eyes, Zoe let him kiss her. She felt him fondling her, but

she still used every chance she got to talk about their relationship. She

was cut off intermittently by his flurry of kisses.

Each word was uttered with her unique feminine charm. “What makes

you think you can ask for me to love you when you don't love me

yourself? You can get adoration from anyone out there with a snap of

your finger.”

Staring at her, he took in the beautiful view of her submitting to his lust.

He knew that she was submissive because she had her own needs as

well.

Putting the desire to be loved aside, Zoe still could get some physical

satisfaction as long as he wasn't too rough with her. She released all

her reservations and allowed herself to enjoy the sex.

She was using him to sate her lust.

This bothered him, so he decided to taunt her. Touching her delicate

face, he chuckled softly, “My fever's gone, Zoe. Am I allowed to exert

myself now?”

Images of Brittany and Lilith came to her mind. He could've slept with

many others without her even being aware of it. As she looked at his

handsome face, all she could see was the vision of him having his way

with other women.

Just like that, she came down from her lustful high.

Pushing him away abruptly, she rose and ran into the restroom, where

she promptly threw up. She was heaving so violently her veins popped

on her forehead. She was physically repulsed by the idea.

After some time had passed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She

looked as miserable as she felt.

She felt his cruelty so keenly. If he couldn't get what he wanted, he

wouldn't even bother keeping up with the pretense. All he wanted was

to torture her and make her submit to him. He wanted her to beg for his

forgiveness and love, just as she had in the past.

Footsteps could be heard entering the bathroom.

It was Mason.

She locked gazes with him in the mirror. He lit a cigarette, held her

gaze, and said mockingly, “I thought you didn't care. It seems that the

idea of a roving husband is not to your liking, Zoe. To think that I

thought you'd stopped caring about all that!”

Her lips trembled. “You seem to take pleasure in being a filthy man,

Mason!”

Instead of explaining himself, he snuffed out the cigarette, and closed

the door. Then, he carried her and put her in the cold bathtub.

Zoe didn’t feel any pleasure when he had his way with her.

That was what Mason preferred. He denied her any pleasure in the

process. He humiliated her as he thrust into her.

“I might be a filthy man, but does that stop me from conquering you and

having sex with you? You should take a look at your miserable self now,

Zoe!"

She closed her eyes as her tears welled up.

The humiliation and insults meant that they were back to the status

quo.The only difference this time was that she didn't love him at all,

which made the ordeal slightly more bearable.