The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1858

Yulia pursed her lips, giving Nathan an intense look as she tentatively reached out, her hand hovering before gently landing on his shoulder.

Nathan's gaze slipped to the corner of his eyes, noting her touch, his brows arching ever so slightly. Yet he remained silent. His eyes, once again focused on her, watched as she seemed somewhat unsure under his gaze.

Licking her lips hesitantly, it took Yulia a moment before she finally whispered, "So, you don't really want a divorce, do you?"

Nathan scoffed, "Divorce, so you can run off with Ronald?"

Yulia's smile was tinged with irony as she nodded, "Yeah, Ronald's been feeling guilty, and he'd treat me a lot better. After all, if we're divorced, I'd have to marry someone else, right? Ronald's got his act together, and it'd save me a lot of trouble. cough, cough, cough."

Mid-sentence, she felt his hands tightening around her neck, and by the end, she could barely speak. She slapped his arms, coughing so hard tears nearly spilled from her eyes.d2

Nathan eased his grip slightly, glowering at her fiercely. "Yulia, if I hear Ronald's name from your lips one more time, you believe I could end you right here?"

After coughing twice, Yulia looked at him and suddenly laughed. "Nathan, you're jealous."

His attractive face stiffened, "What did you say? Don't flatter yourself. I just can't stand the sight of Ronald. The more he wants something, the more I enjoy keeping it from him. That includes you."

Yulia raised an eyebrow, "Fine, if not Ronald, it can be someone else. I mean, I'm a woman, not bad-looking, got a decent figure and skin. I could settle for a decent guy. Hey, what are you—stop, that's uncomfortable. cough, cough, cough."

Nathan felt like he was about to burst with frustration. She was so good at hitting all the right nerves, even ones he wasn't aware of himself.

Ronald was out of the question, and so was any other man.

He knew she was doing this on purpose, but the images that came to his mind—her with another man—were intolerable. "Yulia, are you trying to provoke me on purpose?"

She shifted his hands away slightly, "Provoke you? I thought anyone but Ronald was fine. After all, it's my life. It's important to plan ahead to avoid making the wrong turns."

Nathan's face was a portrait of barely contained rage at this point. "Plan my foot, your plan's been twisted from the get-go."

Yulia frowned, "How so?"

"From the moment you climbed into my bed. You've wandered so far off the path, there's no point in turning back. Just keep going until the end."

She paused, her hand slowly resting against the skin of Nathan's neck, fingers threading through his hair, her eyes filled with trepidation. "Nathan, are we really going to see it through to the end?"

He withdrew his hands, propping one arm beside Yulia's head, "Stop messing around, and we will."

Yulia bit her lip, leaning in closer to him. Nathan didn't move, his dark eyes fixated on her, calm and unreadable. At least, not as disgusted as she had seen him before.

After a moment's pause, she gently pressed her lips to his. Tentatively, she dared not move, their proximity so close, her eyes locked on his for any flicker of emotion.

Nathan simply looked down at her, his gaze as deep and emotionless as ever.

Yulia mustered more courage and deepened the kiss, careful not to push too far. When she dared to part his lips, Nathan's eyes suddenly tightened. She reflexively pulled back out of regret, only to be pushed down into the bed by Nathan's forceful grip. "Damn it, even a kiss is so hesitant with you? Can't you just get on with it!?"

Yulia had no time to react as Nathan's weight bore down on her. His approach was as wild and domineering as ever. In these moments, she rarely felt any gentleness from him.

His hands fumbled with her clothes, always in a hurry, no matter how many times they'd been together.

Yulia, accustomed to his intensity, cooperated fully, but this time her feelings were in turmoil. Gripping his neck tightly, she responded with all her might.

"I thought you hated me? Hated my touch?" Her breath was ragged, but she seized the chance to ask the question burning within her.

She had seen revulsion in his eyes, yet, past and present, he touched her as if free from any such feelings. What was really on his mind?

"Who knows? Hating the sight of you but still wanting to fuck you."

His hands roamed restlessly, and Yulia gasped, biting her lip. Her face flushed as she looked at him, "Do you really hate me?"

Nathan pushed her legs apart with his knee, "No. I love you, dammit. Love you... you slut."

Yulia's smile was bittersweet. She knew all too well. The fact that she had past boyfriends, even a child, would be a thorn in any man's side, not just his.

She didn't blame him for any twisted sense of purity, as the thought of his past with other women made her uneasy. But regardless, her feelings for him were real.

Stripped bare, Yulia began to tease Nathan, dodging his advances with a softness that drove him crazy.

Nathan, frustrated, slapped her rear without mercy. "Behave!"

Yulia trembled, still whispering against him, "Just wait."

Nathan pressed against her, "Damn it, you want me to wait now?!"

As she felt him move, her already crimson face seemed to burn even hotter. Biting her lip, she inched down a bit. "I just wanted to ask, how many women have you actually been with in the past..."