She didn't want to become his tool for venting.
"When Maxwell Saxon treated you like this, did you ever beg him to let you go?" Matthew Saxon ignored her pleas, his voice cold and piercing, sneering, "If he can touch you, why can't I? Don't forget, you are my fiancée, I'm merely exercising my rightful rights."
"I always thought you were a woman who valued purity, so when you were unwilling, I never forced you. I cared for you, respected you, thinking of saving your first time for our wedding night."
"But now I realize how ridiculous my thoughts were."
The last piece of clothing was removed by him.
Scarlett Yates closed her eyes in humiliation.
Seeing her tears and expression of pain, Matthew Saxon couldn't help but let out a couple of cold laughs, picking her up like a chick and throwing her into the bathtub.
The water in the tub enveloped her body, its warmth surrounding her stiff form.
