The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 241: The Devil’s Love [2]

Chapter 241: The Devil’s Love [2]

ARES

Catherine’s breathing hitched thickly as my hand drew near her pussy, a place that beats for me. I could still feel the way she pulsed around my fingers and squeezed them so hard and coated them with her juices.

I could have fucked her against that counter, but only I get to see her in complete ruin.

Catherine was already trembling as I cupped my pussy, and I hadn’t gotten started yet. I left her starving last night, and I intend to make it up to her.

“Tell me I’m wrong…” I murmured, even though I could read every emotion in her eyes like a book, I needed to hear it from her.

It was so much sweeter that way.

Her hands shot up to my biceps when I rubbed against her pussy, already dripping for me, the thick smell of her sex clouding my nose, making me feral.

“Tell me…” I growled.

She whimpered in response when my finger pushed through, but slowly.

Her nails grazed my flesh as I worked her toward torture, her mouth opening wide as the sensations hit her hard, and it had the same effect on me.

Catherine flashed her eyes open, pinning me with an agitated look that said “Fuck me” written all over that pretty face.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, loving her restlessness. This is more fun and sweeter. Watching her fight with her body and her senses splitting.

She cannot deny this either; her body knows who possessed it.

I retreated my finger, and she arched her hips forward, but my grip tightened against her neck, making her still.

I could feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertip, how fragile her neck was, the mix of fear in those hazel eyes shouldn’t make me painfully hard, but it did.

“Patience, Babydoll…”

Her eyes lit up with pristine desire when I used that name.

It brought back memories.

And for a beat, we just stared into each other’s eyes, a round of things happening even though we weren’t moving for over a minute.

I leaned closer, angling my head, and Catherine’s chest rose heavily like she was trying to breathe through the burn with everything she had, awaiting me to just kiss or do anything to link our bodies.

It was irresistible, and we were prowling at each other like predators ready to consume.

Unable to handle the appeal, towing me towards the endpoint, I completely forgot what I demanded from her and kissed her passionately, following up by thrusting three fingers into her all at once.

I pumped them in and out of her rapidly. Catherine screamed in my mouth, and I swallowed every sound, not easing my movement, the wetness of her pussy driving me mad and pushing me over the edge.

Without a moment to waste, she instantly milked my fingers, squeezing through them too as she shattered. I kept going, aided by the beautiful mess happening where we linked.

I picked up the pace, fucking her pussy until I would feel her juice drenching down my wrist. I didn’t stop to give her a moment because I wanted everything.

I slapped my hand over her mouth, when her screams got too loud, the sound muffled as her eyes rolled at the back of her head, body shaking tremendously.

Her teeth bite into my palm, and my jaw tightened, my cock almost ripping through the confinement of my jeans, eager to sink home.

Catherine panted, coming down from the pinnacle, her eyes fogged, unfocused.

I took my hand off her mouth, keeping her steady by gripping her hips. I retreated my fingers, bringing them to her lips as I smeared her juice around them before sealing them in a kiss.

A moan vibrated from her throat as she tried to hold me, but her grip was so unstable she couldn’t; the sensitivity ruined her muscle movement.

I hooked my arm at the back of her knees and picked her up in my arms.

I carried her to the bathroom.

Catherine tried to stay awake amidst everything, but the exhaustion won. I wore her one of the clean shirts I had brought with me, and lay her down on the bed, tucking her in.

With a kiss on her lips, I walked out of the room. I checked my watch, seeing it was still early. It was the weekend, and it was off to a slow start.

I gripped the doorknob and opened the door slightly to check on my angel. She was still asleep, too. A heavy sleeper like Catherine, so many similarities.

I closed the door quietly and decided to explore the house. I already had Nico pack out Reed’s thing, so the third room in the house was empty. I observed the rest of the place, making sure there wasn’t a trace of him left.

There wasn’t much to begin with.

The only picture frames in the living room were of Esme. Catherine didn’t keep much of her personal effects around. I figured she did that to make moving away easier.

She never really settled down.

I had many plans, and giving Catherine and Esme a home was my priority. I had already begun making some changes to my penthouse, quietly.

I found myself in the kitchen, checking what she had. It was mostly leftovers in the fridge, possibly needed because of her late-night shifts at the diner.

I heard a phone ring, but it wasn’t mine. It was Catherine’s, and the caller was Harper.

I picked.

“It’s already past time. Are you still hiking? I told you that a workout is needed.”

“Your boss won’t be able to make it today…” I said.

There was a pause before she replied. “Oh… Oh… alright. Just um let her know I got everything covered.” She cleared her throat and ended the call.

I went back to thinking about what I was gonna make for breakfast. I had to work with what she had here. I grabbed the pan and set it on the stove when I heard a creak.

“Morning, angel.”

“Mister King…?” Esme rubbed her eyes, as if to be sure.

When she confirmed, she rushed over to me and hugged my leg.

“Did you have a sleepover?”

“Yes, I did.” I brushed her hair backwards so that I could see her face.

Esme grinned. “Cool!”

She peeled off me next, going to drag a stool while holding her teddy.

Smiling, I scooped her up instead, and she giggled, kicking her legs into the air.

I set her down beside the bowl I was mixing.

“What are you making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Yummy…”

She watched me do the cooking with deep concentration, fascinated by everything I did. I was in the middle of flipping the fourth pancake when she questioned me.

“Reed’s room is empty. Do you know where he is…?”

“He’s gone.”

She blinked. “Gone?”

“To Midnight.”

“The city that never sleeps?”

“Yes.”

“But… But why did he leave?”

“Because he works for me, and has important work to do.”

“He does? I never knew that. Why didn’t he tell me he was leaving? I’m gonna miss him.”

“If it makes you happy, you will get to see him when we get to Midnight.”

“We’re going to Midnight?” Her expression brightened, and it seemed like the sadness from a few minutes ago was gone.

“Only if mommy says yes.”

A phone rang, but this time, it was mine. I held the device, eyeing the number before I answered.

“Athena.”

“What the heck is wrong with your grandmother? She keeps setting up dates. Right now, I’m being prepped like a turkey to meet some old-fashioned, spoiled dude, and did I mention he’s not the first? He’s not!”

“Ruin it as best as possible.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice, but I’m running out of ideas… spilling wine on their faces is getting boring. I could easily turn the tables, but that old hag is the oldest King. She has… She has people, Ares.”

“I’m aware.”

“You should be here before something goes wrong. That old hag means business.”

Grandmother was probably setting up those dates to pass a message that her threats still stand. Athena was gonna be thrust into a forced marriage if I didn’t take a wife.

“When are you gonna be back?”

I hadn’t told anyone about my travels, except Nico, who came with me, and it was under the guise of a business trip. I did that to avert any eyes here.

“Soon…” I replied.

“Well, I hope soon enough. I just got word she’s been doing a lot of visits to your supporters like a bird flocking around, she’s making herself known, and they have no choice but to welcome her because of her status.”

“Any progress on who her eyes are?”

“None.”

I released a sharp sigh. “Isaac… keep him close.”

I hated that idea, but he was the only one who could watch Athena closely.

I expect him to ward off suitors.