The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 235: Can I touch you now, Mr. King?

Chapter 235: Can I touch you now, Mr. King?

My breath hitched as I pulled back, covering my mouth. There wasn’t a flicker of emotion in his eyes when he just bluntly told me he killed his father.

I had read the article years ago that Elias King died after complications to his health.

“Y-You did that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

His confession shook me more, and an unfazed expression was plastered on his face.

My hand dropped to my lap, clenching tightly. All this time, I thought Elias had died peacefully, that my parents never got the justice they deserved.

I moved, my hands pressing into the sofa as I crawled close. Ares leaned back automatically as I saddled his lap.

“I tried to forget you. To move on… to be with… Reed… and forget that I ever loved you,” I confessed.

I gasped when his hand shot to my waist, my shirt was hoisted, and his skin made contact with mine.

“Love…” he growled. “You love me.”

“You’re searching for a wife…”

He narrowed his eyes.

“I saw the article. Just like me, you wanted to move on. You’re searching for a wife.”

“And I found her.”

I smiled, but it was a sad one. I rested my hands on his broad chest, feeling the hardness beneath my palm. It felt like I was on top of a tree. Has he gotten bigger?

“Can I touch you now, Mr. King?” I asked as my finger traced lower. “Am I going against the rules?”

“What rules?”

I locked my gaze with his, and the passion stole the air from my lungs until I was rasping to breathe.

“Why were there rules in the first place? Or is it that Mr. King is so almighty that no woman can ever touch him?”

“I’ll tell you why when you’re sober.”

I leaned close until our faces were inches apart.

“Your cock is poking me.”

“…”

“Let me make it better,” I murmured, tracing my hand downstairs as I pressed my nose into his.

I waited for him to catch me off guard and reverse this position. But to my surprise, Ares doesn’t move or flinch. I had a sense he was trying so hard to stay still and allow me. When my hand brushed against his bulge, his body jerked.

“If I kiss you right now, Mr. King. What will become of me?”

“Let’s find out.” He yanked me close until our lips almost touched.

My mouth puffed. Uh-oh!

I leaped off him and ran up the stairs, straight to my room. It was a miracle I made it to the bathroom, and I was facedown in the toilet as I threw up everything, growling in relief when it was finally out.

I felt my hair being pushed backwards, allowing me to finish. When my head was out, Ares flushed the toilet for me.

“I warned myself not to drink again. This is your fault!” I groaned. “You’re in biggie trouble, Mr. King.”

“Time to get you ready for bed.”

“I’m not Esme!”

“No…” He crouched to me and picked me up, my legs cladding tightly around his waist. “But you’re my baby.”

I giggled, swathing my arms around his neck. “Really?”

Those dimples carved into his cheeks, and I wanted nothing more than to poke them.

Ares sat me down on the counter, unbuttoning my shirt. I was still through the whole process, even as he worked my jeans next, sliding them off with ease and leaving me in just my lacy bra and panties.

Ares released a low breath, chest rising and falling heavily. I bit my bottom lip when his eyes roamed my body, and it felt like fire was wriggling through my skin.

“Still like what you see?” I asked, tracing the faint silver lines on my lower stomach.

“Always.”

“Liar.”

“You should know by now I’m not much of a liar.”

“Prove it…” I uttered. “Prove you still want me?”

He snatched my neck in an iron hold, and the stillness in the air transformed into something viscous. I didn’t realize how fast my heart was racing until I could hear the throb in my eardrums.

“Baby…” he purred, and I melted like liquid; the low, deepness of his voice was like preaching sin.

His lips traced my cheek to my ear, and with it spiked the heat lashing on my skin. “I’m gonna need you sober for that. It’s far sweeter when you know exactly what I’m doing.”

Oh…God.

I jerked when he unhooked my bra, and the lace was off me, giving my tits a chance to breathe. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when his fingers snared my panties and slipped them off me next.

I was heaving like my lungs were deprived of air as Ares brought the black lace to his nose and took a deep whiff, closing his eyes in ecstasy, like he was high on drugs.

Fuck me.

This sight was so goddamn sexy I almost drooled like a beast. I could feel myself soaking the surface already like a needy slut.

Ares shoved my panties in his back pocket.

“Hey! Those are my favorites.”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Showoff!”

He picked me up, his nails sinking into my ass as he walked me to the shower stall. It wasn’t that big, so we basically had to squeeze to get inside.

Ares didn’t seem to mind as he set me down on my feet. He turned on the shower, the water raining from above, and we got wet instantly.

He took my shampoo and began washing my hair. This wasn’t a contract or an aftercare listed in a clause, or an act. This was Ares, maybe it had always been, and I never acknowledged it until now.

I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes as he massaged my scalp.

When I came to it, I was on my bed, dressed in my cami and shorts with the covers over me.

I blinked several times before I sat up, seeing the glass of water and aspirin on my nightstand.

I smiled.