But Cang's hand was already on her lower back, gentle but firm, guiding her forward.
"They'll know you're with someone who makes you feel good," he said casually, and she wanted to hit him but couldn't muster the strength.
Her body was still buzzing. Two orgasms in rapid succession—the first she'd ever experienced from another person's touch—had left her legs weak, her mind fuzzy, her pussy still clenching with aftershocks.
'I hate him I hate him I hate him—' she chanted mentally, but it was becoming a lie and she knew it.
Because beneath the shame and humiliation was something else.
Relief.
For the first time since the Wei family had started pressuring her, since the "banquet invitation" had arrived, since she'd realized she was going to be forced into marriage with a man she despised—
For the first time, she felt like maybe, maybe, she had a way out.
