The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Savage Devil [2]

This was a rare sight.

Catherine’s hair was disheveled like a bird nest, her bottom lip trembling, skin soaked in sweat, cheeks stained by tears and mascara. What made this more ravenous was my gun in her hand, surprisingly pointing accurately.

Catherine with a gun. My cock was about to explode in my pants. I was so close to taking her right here and now until we both collapsed.

But my bad girl won’t get my cock. She’ll have to earn it.

I leaned into the muzzle, and she stiffened. "Have you ever held a gun before, baby?"

She didn’t answer.

"Put your finger on the trigger when you do." I kissed her pussy. "Maybe you shouldn’t get wet when you point a gun. You’re soaked."

I bite her on her thigh.

"Oh god!" The gun slipped out of her grip as I sank my teeth further until I could taste blood.

"Let’s see how you taste with your blood mixed with your nectar."

"You’re insane!" she breathed, growling when I took her pussy again.

Her hand sank into her hair as she pushed herself further, and a scream was unleashed from her.

This mixture was delectable.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She hitched, pulling on my hair as if she wanted to yank it out by its roots.

With a deep suck, Catherine came apart for me, and she almost tumbled over if I hadn’t held her tight.

I was still in the middle of finishing my plate when she began fighting me, beating against my shoulder, still shaking from her release.

"You still have strength." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"W-What?" she gaped at me.

Chuckling, I dived in again, greedy and dragged everything from her until she could barely form her words right, except moaning like a banshee.

When her grip on my hair loosened, and her body slumped, I pushed to my feet, took off my tie, and used it to bind her wrists before I threw her over my shoulder.

Catherine couldn’t fight me anymore, her body weak and exhausted. I brought her back to the room. Reed was guarding the door when he saw us coming, eyes widening before he dipped his gaze and gave way.

"Everybody out. Nico, stay." I instructed the moment I walked in.

I dropped Catherine on the sofa, took off my jacket, and covered her exposed thigh, red with nail marks and teeth bites.

I was in the middle of taking off my waistcoat when Catherine finally got a grip of her senses, her eyes sweeping the room before settling on me.

I took off my shirt, allowing it to hang on my waist, before I collapsed on the chair, as the pain and fatigue crashed in on me all at once.

Catherine gasped when she saw the dressing on my lower abdomen drenched in red.

"Fuck, boss! What made it like this?" Nico crouched to take off the dressing. "It’s reopened."

Remorse flashed in Catherine’s eyes, probably recalling how she fought and hit me multiple times on that spot.

"Oh my god..." she murmured.

"Fix it," I said to Nico, wincing as I leaned back on my seat to relax, but there wasn’t a bone in my body that felt at ease.

"You need a stitch again," Nico didn’t sound too pleased by that.

"Do it."

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