Matthew Saxon let out a low chuckle. As the elevator arrived, he wrapped an arm around her and led her inside. Just as the doors were about to close, he lowered his head to whisper something in her ear.
The words made Scarlett Yates's face instantly turn crimson.
In a husky, deep, and magnetic voice, he spoke into her ear: "Don't worry, I promise our wedding night will be normal. Ropes, whips, candles, handcuffs—none of those props will be used on you. And while the idea of seven times in one night is a bit exaggerated, four or five times is still doable. If we perform exceptionally, seven isn't impossible either."
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As they stepped out of the elevator, Scarlett's face was still red.
Once they were out of Darknight City, the cold wind hitting her face dispersed some of the heat from her cheeks.
Sometimes Scarlett really disdained herself.
