AN HEIR MADE IN THE MARRIAGE BED [18+]

CHAPTER 1

In the bathroom, Leyla, who had just taken a hot bath, felt that most of the fatigue from today's wedding had been relieved, but while wiping her body, she felt nervous again when she thought of the wedding candles waiting for her.

She had admired the name of Lance King for a long time, and she also admired him silently in her heart. After meeting him a few times, she found that his behavior was quite graceful, not a spoiled brat, even though he is a billionaire, she thought it was not that bad to marry him. Maybe he can overlook their differences and start a new life together without holding any grudges.

But after all, they are not that familiar yet. Thinking of "meeting each other with sincerity" soon, she is even embarrassed to go out of the bathroom.

After drying her body and was about to get dressed, Leyla realized that she had forgotten to take her pajamas. The cold wind was in the huge master bedroom outside the bathroom. It was impossible for her to go out naked like this, so she had to ask him for help.

She must have been so nervous that she even forgot her pajamas and went to take a shower!

"Husba... Mr. Lance?" After hesitating for a long time, Leyla stuck to the bathroom door and tried to shout.

She didn't know what to call him, so she used the name she used to call him before marriage.

"What's the matter?" Lance was sorting out a document at the desk in the bedroom, and responded.

"I... forgot my pajamas, they are in the drawer of the closet, can you help me?" Leyla said bravely, and when she heard the sound of his footsteps pushing the chair away, she quickly added, "Take whatever you want." Just one piece!"

During the day, her maid handed over her clothes to the maid in the mansion, and placed them in the closet in the bedroom.

The cold wind opened the closet. In the past, there were only his clothes in the huge closet, and most of them were all kinds of monotonous dark, expensive business suits. Now there are suddenly many colorful women's clothes, and there is a faint strange sweet fragrance. He frowned. Frowning, still a little unaccustomed for a while.

Pajamas...

The cold Lance opened the drawer, and there was a wide variety of women's pajamas rolled up like ties, and most of them were made of expensive silk and knocked on the door.

Leyla opened the door a c***k in response, reached out to take the pajamas, "Thank you."

Seeing Leyla's white and tender pink arms protruding from the c***k of the door, Lance couldn't help being stunned, but soon returned to normal, went back to the desk, picked up the arranged files, and walked out of the bedroom to go to his study room.

After closing the door, Leyla was dumbfounded as soon as she opened her pajamas.

To please her new husband, her stepmother had bought a batch of new clothes for her and brought them to King's Mansion, saying that she should not wear her old pajamas after she got married, but...

Why are these almost transparent suspenders?

Isn't there a silk slip nightdress?

Going out wearing this dress is no different from going out naked!

And, he didn't bring her any panties!

That's right, she didn't ask him to get her underwear right...

No, no, no, she had better ask him again so she could change into another one. She really didn't have the courage to show up in front of her husband dressed improperly on the wedding night.

So Leyla leaned against the door again and said, "...Mr. Lance, it's not this one... Can you get me another one? It's in silk."

Leyla was a little embarrassed, after all, she was the one who said that just now.

There was only silence in response to her.

"Mr. Lance?"

Leyla yelled again, but there was still no response. Then she remembered that she seemed to have heard footsteps just now, and he must have gone out of the master's bedroom.

Leyla secretly rejoiced—she could go out and get it by herself at this time!

Although it is better not to go out by only wearing this transparent suspender dress, it is still better than leaving the bathroom naked, so Leyla quickly put on the fluffy nightgown, covered the front of her body with a towel, opened the bathroom door, and made sure that the cold man was not behind the bedroom, she tiptoed to the closet, opened the drawer and picked out the pajamas.

As soon as she picked out a suitable one, the door of the bedroom opened with a "c***k", and Leyla froze in place, so ashamed that she wanted to faint immediately!

"Layla, you..."

Mr Lance, who pushed the door in, looked at Leyla standing in front of the closet in surprise. Her back was facing him at this time, the purple gauze dress was so thin that it was almost transparent, her exquisite waist, round buttocks, long naked legs were all in full view, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Leyla froze for two seconds before realizing that she didn't cover her naked back, so she hurriedly crossed over to face him, pressing the towel in front of her with both hands, and explained bravely, "This one is too thin. I'll change into another one..."

"..."

Lance didn't speak, he closed the bedroom door, stared at Leyla's little face that was reddening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and walked towards her step by step.

He just went to the study to place an important file in there, and when he came back, he saw her appearing "naked". That night, she asked him to take the pajamas, and showed her naked arms, and was so bold... Is this seducing him?

Whether it's seduction or not, looking at the petite and alluring body of his newlywed wife in front of him, he admits that he just wants to f**k her now. But he can't lose control like this and give into her seduction.

Leyla noticed something that was different from usual was his eyes. That was the look she had never seen in his eyes - it seemed that something was surging, as if the towel covering her body had become transparent now average.

The change in Lance's eyes made Leyla understand that he must have looked behind her just now!

Just when Leyla didn't know what to do, and was forced to stick to the closet by him, his deep and seductive voice rang in her ears, "No need to change, anyway... I'm going to take it off soon."

Huh???

“Is that what you expected me to say to you? Don't even think about acting like my real wife. Our marriage is just a contract marriage.” Then he left without even looking at her twice.

Leyla was quiet the whole time, because deep down she knew that he was not really in love with her when they got married, so this kind of cold behavior was expected, but what she didn't know was that he would take away all her rights to be his wife.

For some reason she really felt cold and lonely...

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Mid-level villa, when night falls, you can see a little bit of starlight through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Leyla looked at the large double bed with complicated emotions. After marrying Lance, the newlywed husband never looked at her seriously, and she didn't blame him. After all, even the matter of marrying her was forced, let alone really treat her as Mrs. King.

At the beginning, Leyla would try her best to maintain the relationship between the two of them as husband and wife, and waited for him in fancy dress, but Lance didn't even want to see her, and he either slept in the study or the guest room every night. After some time, she stopped trying.

Leyla was just lying on the bed ready to go to sleep when she heard the sound of someone turning the doorknob of the Master's bedroom. The light was not turned on. The only light in the bedroom was the hazy moonlight coming in from the window, but she could feel the footsteps gradually approaching her bed...

She was about to get up, but who knew that the man had already thrown off the quilt on the bed and pressed it directly on Leyla's body? The man's body smelled strongly of alcohol and a faint scent of men's perfume.

Leyla was taken aback, and was about to call someone, when a voice rang in her ear, "Hmm..."

Low and magnetic.

She recognized it immediately, it was Lance's voice.

His broad palms pressed against Leyla's slender waist, and the scorching heat seemed to pass through the thin fabric. Leyla subconsciously struggled, but he said coldly, "Don't move."

At that moment, Leyla met his gaze, his eyes were deep, with a little inhuman indifference. Lance's face was as solemn as before, but the sight that fell on her made Leyla feel like she was a prey that was about to be caught, which made people afraid for no reason.

Lance's hand moved over her body, and Leyla finally couldn't help but say, "Well...Mr. King, you get up first, and I'll pour you a cup of sober tea. Don't just sleep like that. You will have a headache tomorrow morning."

Her voice has the softness of a beautiful woman. When she speaks, she speaks in a soft voice, as if a feather is gently sweeping past your ears, which makes people feel itchy.

They are obviously husband and wife, but they still talk in such an unfamiliar tone.

“Ah..” Lance raised his hand, and pinched Leyla's chin unceremoniously. He raised his sword eyebrows, and there was a faint anger in his eyes, "Mr. King? Look carefully, who am I?"

Who is he? He must be really drunk to talk to her like this.

Leyla didn't want to get entangled with an alcoholic about this kind of thing, so she softened her tone and persuaded, "Mr. King, you are drunk, why don't you go to rest first..."

As soon as the words fell, Leyla felt a tingle in her chest, it was cold. Lance tore off the neckline of her nightdress, and the shoulder straps slid down her shoulders.

"Since you don't know, then I'll tell you myself!" Lance said word by word, "I'm your husband!"

When Leyla was still in a daze, Lance's violent kiss fell. The lips of the two touched each other, and the smell of alcohol mixed with men's perfume became clearer on his body. His lips were as hot as his palms. Seeing that Leyla didn't respond at all, he turned a kiss into a bite.

Leyla was in pain, and finally took a deep breath, but as soon as her thin lips opened, Lance's flexible long tongue drove in, and all the choking alcohol smell came over. His actions were rough and arrogant, and Leyla had no way out. He sucked her sweetness vigorously, exhausting the only oxygen in his lungs.

Leyla's head was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen. She pushed Lance's strong chest with her hands, but he still didn't let go, until her little face flushed from holding back. He finally spared her.

But he didn't seem to think it was enough, he reached down with his palm, squeezed in between Leyla's legs, and squeezed her sensitive c******s through the lace panties.

"Hmm... ah..." Leyla blushed, even if she had never experienced a relationship between a man and a woman, she should know what Lance's purpose was at this moment.

Although... although her purpose of staying by Lance's side was not permanent, but after being left out for so long before, Leyla was at a loss for such rapid progress. The feeling that comes from it is strange and scary.