The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206

Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, turning her eyes red.

"You freak, you lunatic...Nathan...

Nathan stared at her, watching her struggle, curse him, glare at him, crying so pitifully... The emotions in his eyes grew more intense.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy. He picked her up and roughly tore off the last piece of clothing on her. Her freshly bathed body carried the scent of body lotion, and after the struggle she had just had and with the sweat she had got, that scent was even more intense and tantalizing.

"Crazy, freak... let me go!"

Nathan suddenly bit her ear, kissing and gnawing fiercely. His breathing was heavy, hot, chaotic.

"Don't...

"Don't what! The more you resist, the more you cry... the more I want you!"

Just as he finished speaking, without giving Yulia any chance to react, he picked Yulia up and placed her on the floor to the side, where he pressed her body tightly from behind, forcing her to prop her hands on the wall.

Something of his pressed against her, making her nervous. She drew in a sharp breath, wanted to pull away, but his arms were tightly coiled around her. "Don't...Nathan...Anya's there...Anya will wake up...don't do this...

Now, she was even willing to compromise. She wouldn't mind sleeping with him, but at least, not here. Anya had already been woken up once. If this continued...

Nathan stood behind her; at the moment his mind was overtaken by desire. He had drunk, but wasn't drunk enough to lose his sanity. If he was only trying to scare her at first, now, his reason was drowned by alcohol and desire.

There were two addictive things in this world. Alcohol and women.

And he had encountered both. Especially her fragrance, her soft body, her feeble resistance, and tears, all made him want to possess her immediately.

His body was filled with an unprecedented impulse and excitement.

"Nathan...please...don't..." Yulia was really scared of this man.

"Don't beg me!" His voice came from behind her. She could feel his warmth, and her heart was almost jumping out of her throat, "I wont let you go tonight."

It was not that he didn't want to let her go, but that he couldn't.

“I want you, I want you so much that I feel like I'm going to explode."

Before Yulia could fully understand his words, he had already fully thrusted into her. He groaned in her ear, causing her body to almost slip to the ground.

The room fell into silence, Nathan had his wish fulfilled, gently kissing her neck and ear. Yulia breathed hard, trying to adapt to the current situation.

Her body was suddenly invaded; she felt that even a slightly deeper breath would let her feel the man inside her more clearly. She was scared, scared that a single breath could arouse his endless desire.

Sometimes she was pushed to the top, sometimes she fell to the bottom abruptly. This process was repeated over and over again.

Before Yulia's consciousness completely disappeared, she seemed to hear Nathan say something. "If Anya is not my child, then you give me a child!"

He had been saying embarrassing dirty talks all night, so she had a subconscious resistance to his voice.

She heard it, but didn't care.

The next day, Yulia felt she hadn't slept much. As she was deep in sleep, she felt someone lift the blanket and pick her up. She opened her eyes and saw Nathan's resolute and handsome face. He was holding a shirt in his hand, and draped it over her.

She instantly sobered up and subconsciously moved backward, staring at him warily. "You...what are you trying to do?"

Nathan raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze wandering over her, a smile of evident interest playing at the corner of his lips. She seemed to remember something, and looked down at herself, her face instantly turning very red.

She wasn't drunk last night. She remembered everything that happened last night.

As for Nathan, he was never gentle in these matters. He was fierce, domineering, and unrestrained.

Now, there was hardly a spot on her body that he hadn't left a mark.

Her entire body was covered in bruises he had left.