The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Our Dynamic

[Music: I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys]

"Catherine."

I shivered before I summoned the courage to look at him; that vulnerability he only showed me was as bright as day.

I knew I hadn’t been exactly readable ever since we got here. He’s trying to read me, but he can’t, and for a minute there, I saw the panic in those spell-binding blues.

His eyes dropped to the blindfold in my grip, my thumb stroking the fabric.

I observed as his Adam’s apple rose and fell, he was probably having his own memory lane. Then it hit me. I have been so focused on myself that I haven’t realized Ares was going through the same thing.

Just like me, he was stuck in that reverie, and reality was bleeding away from us.

"You thought of those times..." I questioned, and I knew he could tell what I meant.

We didn’t need to say it out loud.

Ares’ silence was louder than any words he had ever said.

"I thought of them too... every day..." My eyelids grew heavy as tears stung them. "Every month... every year. There wasn’t a time that didn’t go by."

Ares’ jaw clenched, but he was yet to say a word.

"As you mentioned in Penrose, honey. Our dynamic was established long before that. The sex contract was a push, and now, do you know what makes it better and different?"

"What?" he murmured.

I smiled. "We both love each other. It’ll be a disaster. A perfect disaster."

Ares exhaled sharply. "You want... that?"

"To give you control?" I asked softly.

"..."

"To give you power?" I set the blindfold back in the drawer, but I don’t close it.

Holding his gaze, I began stripping, my clothes pooling at my feet as well as my bra and panties.

"I’m your wife, and you’re my husband."

I slowly walked to him, swaying my hips. I rested my hands on his chest, and I could feel his heart race just as mine did.

"You can do anything you want to me. I consent to all that."

I rose to my tiptoes to kiss him, and he was quickly captivated, but my heels dropped back to the cool floor. "Same as I can do anything I want to you."

I turned, walking to the closet, and I could feel his burning gaze igniting my skin, until I disappeared through the door.

My eyes scanned for what I needed, my finger lining up on my own side of the closet. This was the only thing he changed. He made an entire section for me, yet it was still frozen, like he had trapped time.

He may have added clothes in sizes he had assumed, but still, it didn’t take the charm away. He was accurate as always.

I found what I needed, a white lace lingerie set. Perfect.

I’ve always taken pride in my sensuality. I hadn’t had to do this for the last few years. This was empowering in a way, and it wasn’t just because I had to dress up like this and admire all natural me... the flaws and the flawless, but because the devil out there was patiently waiting... a devil who was obsessed with all parts of me and more.

I swallowed my saliva as the sight of this man still affected me greatly. Having enough was basically impossible.

Shit! I hope I don’t pass out! Deep breaths, Catherine.

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