He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 129

He took off his glasses, methodically unbuttoned his cuffs, and loosened his tie.

Turning to Ottilie, he offered a chilling smile. "You've really pissed me off, Tilly."

He reached out, hauled her into his arms, and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap.

His hand immediately slid under the waistband of her pajama pants.

"How did he make you feel good?"

Terrified, Ottilie shot a glance at the partition, then stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"No, I swear, nothing happened between us!"

Yorath had always maintained a gentle, refined image in front of her.

Even when things got wild in bed, he had never spoken to her so crudely.

She realized just how furious he truly was.

Straddling his lap, she could clearly feel the aggressive, undeniable threat straining against his trousers.

She was terrified of him like this.

"Not even once?" Yorath demanded.

"Not even once!" Ottilie arched her waist, desperately trying to scramble off his lap.

But the movement only gave him better access to check for himself.

Humiliated, Ottilie turned her face away. "Yorath..."

Her voice was fractured and undeniably alluring.

A long time passed before Yorath finally let her go.

He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. There was no scent of another man on her.

Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, he refused to let her climb down.

They rode the rest of the way pressed intimately together.

When they arrived at the Meridian Villa, Yorath carried her straight inside without a word.

He took her to her room and stripped her naked.

"You have someone else's scent on you. I don't like it. Wash it off."

Ottilie stood under the showerhead, scrubbing herself.

Her body, curved like a flawless work of art, was striking beneath the running water—an alluring, natural beauty without a trace of artificiality.

Yorath sat on the bathroom counter, watching her.

"Know when to stop. If you actually let yourself get ruined, you won't have any leverage left."

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Ottilie walked out of the bathroom. As she closed the door, she caught a glimpse of him through the crack before it shut.

She knew he was dangerously close to his breaking point.

For the first time, Ottilie felt a surge of genuine annoyance toward the mistresses Yorath kept on the side.

If they couldn't even satisfy their sponsor, how did they have the nerve to call themselves kept women?

When she was with him, she had never left him unsatisfied.

No matter how wild he wanted to get, she always kept up.

Ottilie pulled out her phone, seriously debating whether she should text Nyssa some pointers so she could actually keep Yorath occupied.

Before she could hit send, Yorath stepped out of the bathroom.

"Who are you texting?"

She tried to lock the screen, but he snatched the phone right out of her hand.

Yorath glanced at the screen, tossing the device onto the bed with a humorless smile.