The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Push & Pull Game

My hand glided to her waist, the process causing her blouse to rise, and her skin made contact with mine. For a minute, every ounce of control cracked.

Catherine succumbed to that one touch, thrusting her face forward to me until our noses brushed, her breath coming off silky and feverish.

"Say that to my face again. I dare you," I spoke darkly, and her chest rose laboriously.

My hand moved toward her thigh, hoisting so it hung on my waist, and the table creaked briefly as it shifted.

Catherine was tongue-tied, gawking at my lips like it was lunch for the day. So I gave her what her body cried for.

When my mouth connected with hers, I felt the goosebumps rise on her skin, followed by a deep moan that almost shredded me from the inside out.

I kissed her slowly, taking my time to suitably taste her, sucking on her bottom lip a few times before finishing up by lining my tongue on her teeth.

I wanted more, but I pulled my mouth away, a thin saliva following, and Catherine licked her lips as if she had just devoured her favorite sugar. The feral desire blossoming in her hazels made them shine just a little bit.

"Your push and pull make this a whole lot better."

She rasped.

I snatched her neck, and her throat moved thickly. "I get to watch you succumb all over again."

"I won’t."

I almost laughed at her attempts to sound decisive.

"Why, baby?"

"Because you don’t want me anymore." She expressed hurt. "You’re just getting under my skin with this."

I see... it falls to the question she asked me that night in her tipsy state.

"Baby..." I murmured, taking her chin. "Addictions don’t end that simply."

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as if tempting me for another kiss.

"But you made your bed. Lie on it." I freed her to check the papers. "That will be all, Ms. Lane."

I could feel her glaring daggers on the side of my face before she hastily walked back to her table.

"Dinner by eight. Finish up everything by then."

~☆~

The ride to the restaurant was an amusing one for me. I couldn’t say the same for Catherine. She was really keen to act as if I didn’t exist, like I had broken her heart or something.

I stepped on the gas pedal. Her eyes flew to me, and I heard her nails squeeze into the leather as panic filled her lungs.

I moved my eyes to her, and she just stared at the road like it was a one-way ticket to hell.

"Keep your eyes on the road!"

I geared up speed again, and her chest shook.

"You will hit someone!"

You’re what’s wrong with me. But I don’t say that, reducing my speed when we got to a busy road and entered traffic.

There was a slit on her skirt, allowing me to view her juicy thigh. My marks would be fading by now.

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