The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Passionate Obsession [3]

I watch the city’s night lights awaken, skyscrapers glowing as they illuminate everything in their path.

I took a last drag from my cigar when I heard my phone ding. I pressed the tip into the ashtray on the coffee table before taking my phone.

Agatha replied to my message.

I stared hard at it before dropping my phone on the table, eyeing the city. To outsiders, it’s a place where dreams are made, having no idea what really lurks. It wasn’t just about dreams and big city life that everyone wanted a taste of. It was twisted, rotten, but in the end, you’re drawn by it because there were parts you never truly see until you do.

I leveled my gaze at Catherine in my arms, completely knocked out and exhausted, her breath coming off light and soft. The feeling of her heartbeat pulsing against my skin.

She was one of those who came to this city to make her dreams come true. She kept pushing even in the worst of situations just to have that taste.

"After the contract ends, both parties must cut all forms of communication. You already mentioned you’d protect me, I hope you do so after too."

Her words to me that night when she signed the contract echoed in my head. In the end, she was giving up on Midnight and was willing to erase herself. Her dreams will come true, and nothing will hold her back again.

Catherine mumbled something unintelligible, a drool running down my chest as she rubbed her mouth against it. She shifted a bit, and I could sense her discomfort.

I still wanna be inside her.

Yet, the more she squirmed, the more I could tell she was becoming sore. I grabbed her ass and gently retreated my cock.

I took the case and zippo on the table and hoisted to my feet, carrying her to the bathroom, dropping her off on the toilet first for her to pee.

"Catherine."

"Hmm...?"

"You need to pee."

I waited for her to finish, even though it took too long, because she kept dozing off in between.

I had already drawn the bath earlier, and now it was the right temperature to ease her muscles. I submerge us both in it, that was when she woke up, but her eyes were still half open, heavy with sleep.

I pressed a cigar between my lips and lit the end with my Zippo. Catherine rested her chin on my chest to see me.

"Why honeymoon?" She mumbled sleepily. "What does Ares King get out of it?"

A smile curled on my lips broadly. "You."

"You already have me. What more do you want?"

It’s not enough.

This all started like an addiction. I wanted her until there was nothing left to want. Maybe I’m trying to fill the emptiness by having my obsession in my arms, knowing there will be a time when this will bore me.

I do admit that Catherine brings a warmth I can’t explain, and I don’t mean that tight pussy of hers. Whenever I’m with her, there’s this heat. Either she tries to do something stupidly impulsive, defy me, or those moods when she runs hot and cold. Everything was... reinvigorating in a way because at the end of it all, I’ll have her over my knee, and there was nothing more satisfying than that.

Catherine drew circles on my chest. "Fine... I’ll go to your stupid honeymoon."

"This... not too long ago we were meant to pretend that we have chemistry, but look at us now... It’s too real to call it fake. Catherine Lane is sexually compatible with Ares King."

"I never thought I would be fucking my boss," She corrected.

"It is a crime..." She rested her hands on my chest to push herself up.

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