The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Lessons In Chemistry

[Music: Three Steps Ahead By Jared Benjamin]

If I were told I’d be in this position with my devil boss, I’d have laughed and called them crazy. But here I was, trying to show I was at least a little bit interested in him.

"What do you say, honey?" I muttered, putting up my best softest expression. "Shall we get down to it?"

Ares stared at me blankly, not a hint of emotion. This was gonna be harder than I—!

His fingers curled around my throat, and the pressure in the air compressed. His action was so sudden, and my entire body screamed in alarm.

There was nothing romantic about this. This was a predator savoring the sight of its prey.

"Are you scared, Catherine?" he asked, as my pulse hummed beneath his touch.

"No." I feigned courage. "We’re acting, aren’t we?"

A smile touched his lips, briefly. "Yes... we are."

"Then, I’m not a prey." I grasped his wrist with two hands. "I’m your wife."

Ares blinked before he leaned closer, nose brushing against mine. "Yes, you’re."

"Then act like I am."

It took two beats before Ares’ lips brushed against mine, but he didn’t kiss me, nor did he attempt to do so; he just lingered there as if scrutinizing my response.

He lowered, and I slanted backwards, my hair slopped behind until my eyes were locked on the high ceiling.

I shuddered when his lips redirected to the base of my neck, pulse racing as he pressed them down to taste my skin.

A soft breath released from me as I closed my eyes, the cold numbing my entire body. This was a fatal position, and if he wanted to, he could rip open my veins.

Why was I thinking about such an unrealistic scenario?

"You’re shaking," he murmured against my skin. "Excitement or fear?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Excitement."

A random sound rolled off him—a chuckle. Did Ares King make a carefree sound?

"What’s the next lesson?" he asked when our eyes connected.

I tried to speak with a less trembling voice. "L-Lesson two: Eye contact. You can’t look at me impassively."

This was the hardest one yet. Those are dead eyes staring right back at me. Nothing can crack those.

"Let’s skip that. Clearly, physical touch is your language. We’ll focus on that."

He tipped his head slowly, intrigue drowning his gaze.

"Lesson three..." I summoned the courage to place my hands on his chest. "Our chemistry has to be in sync. If we’re off-tone, we can’t convince them. I think this is something we can work with."

"How so?"

"You were once my boss."

He licked his lips. "Turn."

My heart skipped a beat at his sudden command. Skeptically, I did as he said.

"Bend over the counter."

"Tha-That’s not—"

"We must show we have some kind of dynamic, don’t we?"

This was not what I had in mind, but I did it anyway.

"Lower."

I was only in a shirt and shorts, my ass will peek out!

"Lower," he reprised.

I swallowed as I pressed my front against the counter, chills grasping my spine.

"I’ll handle it when I get there. Keep them... entertained." He ended the call.

What the fuck just happened?

I left tons of messages for Tori, but she didn’t reply to any of them. We have never had a fallout like this, never. I really wish she’d at least talk to me.

The master suite had everything I could want, and I’m far too comfortable. It didn’t feel right.

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