The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 263: Our Dynamic

Chapter 263: Our Dynamic

[Music: I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys]

“Catherine.”

I shivered before I summoned the courage to look at him; that vulnerability he only showed me was as bright as day.

I knew I hadn’t been exactly readable ever since we got here. He’s trying to read me, but he can’t, and for a minute there, I saw the panic in those spell-binding blues.

His eyes dropped to the blindfold in my grip, my thumb stroking the fabric.

I observed as his Adam’s apple rose and fell, he was probably having his own memory lane. Then it hit me. I have been so focused on myself that I haven’t realized Ares was going through the same thing.

Just like me, he was stuck in that reverie, and reality was bleeding away from us.

“You thought of those times…” I questioned, and I knew he could tell what I meant.

We didn’t need to say it out loud.

Ares’ silence was louder than any words he had ever said.

“I thought of them too… every day…” My eyelids grew heavy as tears stung them. “Every month… every year. There wasn’t a time that didn’t go by.”

Ares’ jaw clenched, but he was yet to say a word.

“As you mentioned in Penrose, honey. Our dynamic was established long before that. The sex contract was a push, and now, do you know what makes it better and different?”

“What?” he murmured.

I smiled. “We both love each other. It’ll be a disaster. A perfect disaster.”

Ares exhaled sharply. “You want… that?”

“To give you control?” I asked softly.

“…”

“To give you power?” I set the blindfold back in the drawer, but I don’t close it.

Holding his gaze, I began stripping, my clothes pooling at my feet as well as my bra and panties.

“I’m your wife, and you’re my husband.”

I slowly walked to him, swaying my hips. I rested my hands on his chest, and I could feel his heart race just as mine did.

“You can do anything you want to me. I consent to all that.”

I rose to my tiptoes to kiss him, and he was quickly captivated, but my heels dropped back to the cool floor. “Same as I can do anything I want to you.”

I turned, walking to the closet, and I could feel his burning gaze igniting my skin, until I disappeared through the door.

My eyes scanned for what I needed, my finger lining up on my own side of the closet. This was the only thing he changed. He made an entire section for me, yet it was still frozen, like he had trapped time.

He may have added clothes in sizes he had assumed, but still, it didn’t take the charm away. He was accurate as always.

I found what I needed, a white lace lingerie set. Perfect.

After taking off my heels, I wore the top, which was a cropped camisole-style bralette made of satin with floral lace framing the neckline and a dainty ribbon tie with an opening beneath the bust. Just a tuck, and my tits would be exposed.

The bottoms were high-cut, silky shorts with a loose, comfortable fit and a matching floral lace trim.

I smiled as I admired myself in the full-length mirror, turning to see my ass peeking from the shorts, round and plump.

I could already picture how Ares’s eyes would be glued.

I opened the drawers and selected a collar to match my outfit. A pearl necklace with a vintage-inspired look. It had a small oval pendant set in the center, framed with pearls. I traced my fingers over the smooth, round oval gemstones.

I’ve always taken pride in my sensuality. I hadn’t had to do this for the last few years. This was empowering in a way, and it wasn’t just because I had to dress up like this and admire all natural me… the flaws and the flawless, but because the devil out there was patiently waiting… a devil who was obsessed with all parts of me and more.

I took off my glasses and used the facial wipe to remove my makeup. I ran a hand through my hair, giving it a slightly messy look. I haven’t had the chance to cut it, so it fell on my upper back now, the waves more pronounced than they had been before.

Staring at myself one last time in the mirror, I stepped out of the closet.

Ares was in the middle of chugging whiskey from his glass, taking off his tie like it was too tight for him. He was just in his shirt and pants, the sleeves rolled up, those strong arms. His biceps bulged, tightening the poor fabric as if they would rip.

I swallowed my saliva as the sight of this man still affected me greatly. Having enough was basically impossible.

I was expelling low heavy air as Ares set the glass down on the table, popping the lid of the decanter open.

Shit! I hope I don’t pass out! Deep breaths, Catherine.

I took a white blindfold from the drawers.

“Honey.”

His eyes moved towards me at speed. The first thing that caught my attention behind that ravenous look was a strain, like he was trying to control himself, and I’m not sure the alcohol was working.

“Sit…” I said.

His chest rose and fell heavily, and it took a minute before he sat on the sofa, spreading his thighs, sipping his whiskey, and licking his lips. He unbuttoned his shirt until his chest was nearly exposed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, noticing the tension.

“You.”

I smiled. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

I’m not sure Ares could put it in words, but I wanted him to say it.

“I have no idea…”

I giggled. My poor devil.

Ares’s hot eyes dropped along with me as I went down on my knees.

“Does this ring a bell, honey?”

“Yes.”

I bit down on the blindfold, holding it between my teeth as I rested my palms on the floor and slowly crawled toward him.