The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Devilish Devil

"Such a filthy doll you are," I growled, driving my cock into her to get more, and like the good girl she was, her pussy throbbed for me. And she screamed through her release.

I couldn’t last long either. The moment she cried my name, compressed around my cock, and the air smelled thickly of her, I exploded, slowing down my thrust into slow, hard pumps that jerked her body back and forth forcibly, a deep groan breaking from my throat.

I was never the kind of person who made sounds during sex, but with Catherine? I had no idea how she could drag the impossible from me.

I released my hand from the tie, covering her throat and gearing up for another quickie.

Catherine was panting now, completely lost by the amount of pleasure breaking through her. I fucked her again for a solid one hour until she fell limp on my body.

I forced her to stand, followed up as I fixed my pants.

"You’re coming home with me." I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders.

I grabbed her arm and tugged with me. She spoke to me, but I didn’t say anything back to her.

"A-Ares, please...!"

I followed the exclusive route I had taken to get here.

"A-Athena and Tori are still at the club!"

I nudged my head at one of my men, and with a nod, he took another direction.

We walked out the back door where the car was already waiting. I opened the car door and pulled her inside, slamming it shut. Rounding the car, I got in and pressed the button for the privacy glass to come up.

The instant we were driven out, I hauled Catherine over my knee, and her ass suffered the consequence of her actions until we got to the penthouse.

Catherine couldn’t stand any more, so I threw her over my shoulder and walked into the building, punched my password, and the elevator doors opened.

"Ares...." Catherine murmured between sobs, and I’m yet to say a word to her, checking my phone to see the text I got from my men, who I sent to Athena and Victoria.

Getting a satisfied response, I pocketed my phone and stepped out of the elevator, my shoes echoing as I walked up the stairs, through the lobby, and straight to my room.

I set her down. "Strip. Take off your contacts. Leave the wig on."

Her eyes followed me as I walked past her. I heard a rustle followed by the clicking of heels.

"Get on the bed." I pressed the sensors, and the drawers came out. I took out a blindfold, a mouth gag, and handcuffs.

I walked to the bed, standing at the foot. "One chance to use your safe word."

"Ares..." she began, finding it difficult to speak. "I—"

"Will you use it? Yes or no."

Anger flashed in her eyes, probably because I hadn’t given her a chance to explain herself. "No, I won’t."

You should have chosen yes.

I got on the bed to bind her hands with the padded cuffs. Her breath grew heavy, and I could already see the regret in her eyes.

Too late for that now.

"She’s fine. Don’t do this again." I grabbed the decanter and poured whiskey into the glass.

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