The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Ravaged Lips

An exquisite moan jostled from her throat as she opened her mouth wider for me, submitting to me completely, and I took the initiative to give her the taste of my hunger.

Her breath shortened, a sign that she needed to breathe, but I wasn’t anywhere near done. I’m feral in the thought of ravaging her lips so that anyone who saw would know she had been kissed senseless by her husband.

I used my teeth on her bottom lip, and she rasped thickly, quivering under my touch as if she was on the verge of coming apart. I sucked, bit, repeating until I could taste a metallic coat in my mouth.

With one last lick, I was off her lips the next second, heaving as I scrutinized her, trying to take in air back into her lungs. I admired how plump and reddened her lips were, and a satisfaction flooded through me.

I caught a drool running down her chin, and I wiped it back up, forcing my thumb into her mouth.

"It wasn’t a joke..." I said darkly, replying to her earlier words. I leaned closer until our noses touched. "I do enjoy the dread in those gorgeous eyes, and I can only imagine how they would look after..."

I didn’t finish my words, but I was certain she had grasped the full picture of my intent when she gaped at me, a mix of confusion forming as if who stood before her was a completely different person.

"It’s not funny anymore!" she hissed, stepping out of the elevator when the door opened.

I followed behind her, eyeing the way she was quick with her steps as if she could outrun me.

Catherine ignored Nico when he approached her and went inside her room. I walked in and shut the door behind me.

"Get out!" she yelled at me with far too much force; her body shaking.

I used my teeth to take off my black gloves and pocketed them inside my coat, inching closer as she backed away.

She grabbed her pillow and swung it at me, but I caught it before it could get to my face.

"That’s twenty now, baby," I said calmly.

"Twenty what?!"

I stood in front of her, and she lifted her chin in bravery, as if ready to come toe to toe with me.

Very cute.

"Spanks."

That hunger blossomed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with her annoyance, glowering at me as if the mere thought of me sickened her.

Is it a crime that I was enjoying this far too much?

"You’re not touching me," she gritted.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Then what was last night all about?" I could feel my heart race at the recollection of finally hearing the words I desired.

She adjusted her glasses. "I was under the influence of hormones."

I snatched her chin before she could blink, and her body locked in place, eyes wide with a mix of fright and thrill.

"Careful..." I warned.

"What are you gonna do? Gag me?"

"Don’t give me ideas, you’re still recovering."

She huffed. "You’re impossible."

I tipped my head slowly.

"You think you’re so great that you can get what you want."

"And what exactly do you think I want?"

Is she not wearing a fucking bra?

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