The Devil CEO's Contract Wife - Chapter 273: A Warning Or A Threat?

Chapter 273: A Warning Or A Threat?

I swallowed a lump in my throat. I hated how right he was… I knew that world was something I wanted no part in… yet, I…!

“Then there’s no reason to tell me how your private business went because it’s none of my—” I sucked in breath when he yanked me closer, my skirt rolling all the way up until I was almost half naked.

He released the lace, and a sharp slap covered the space, a sting shooting through me. That’s gonna leave a mark!

“I know how stubborn you can be, babydoll.”

Babydoll. That particular name had a strong effect. I get flashes, and I don’t mean holy flashes, the kind when I’m at his complete mercy, and he could do anything he wanted to me.

I tensed further when his hand wrapped around my throat, keeping me completely still, his authority radiating all over him, and I shrank.

“I don’t want you involved. Am I clear?”

Fuck Catherine, what is wrong with you? I can’t stop myself from melting.

I was far from being intimidated, but I do admit I’m a tad bit scared.

“Is that a warning or a threat?”

He hauled me closer, my legs spread wide until I could feel his bulge directly at my panties, our faces inches apart. I could tell he wanted to ravage my lips by how hungrily he eyed them like his favorite meal on earth, but he stuck to words.

“Do I make myself clear?” he reprised.

“Yes,” I replied sassily.

Ares stepped backwards. “Get down from the table.”

“You placed me here!”

“Get. Down.”

Rolling my eyes, I gripped the edge and pushed down, my heels clicking against the floor. I glared at him, and he did the same right back, but with far more intensity than mine.

“Bend over.”

Shit!

My body moved before I stopped myself, and when I tried to look behind, Ares had already covered me; the feeling of his body pushing into mine was altering.

My hands were placed on the table for balance, not until his hand drove to my back and put me down, my cheeks pressing into the cold surface. I moaned as his hand stroked my thigh but he didn’t end there, he took hold of my panties and tore them to shreds.

“Count.”

The cool air kissed my skin, and with it came the harsh impact of his palm, the sharp sound cracking into the air, my body lounging forward with every spank.

He wasn’t going hard on me, like he wanted me to enjoy every bit of it and I did.

“How many?”

“T-Twenty…” I breathed, as hot air filled my lungs, and when he squeezed, I moaned, my lips stretching in a smile when I felt his kiss.

“Did that hurt?”

“No.”

He pulled me to his chest.

“You didn’t make it hurt.”

Smack!

I gasped, jolting. That was painful!

Ares chuckled as he walked to his leather seat and sat, tapping against his thigh.

I tried to roll my skirt down, but he stopped me.

“Leave it.”

I moved to him and sat on his lap, his hand sliding to my waist, while the other palmed my pussy.

My grip clenched on his shoulder, goosebumps rising on my skin as bliss took over.

“Your period’s late.”

I flashed my eyes open. “What?”

“It’s late.”

“N-No, it’s not… the dates aren’t frequent sometimes.”

I tried to focus, but it was hard when his fingers still teased and did not shove in as I wanted.

“I’ll make an appointment with the gynecologist. It’s on my schedule for today,” I explained, closing my legs so that I could keep his hand there.

“Don’t.”

His sudden words made me pause.

“W-What do you mean, don’t?”

Ares shoved two fingers into me before I could think about anything else.

~☆~

I took the remote and turned off the cartoon, looking at Esme fast asleep.

I smiled, walking close to tuck her in properly. I sat down, brushing her hair away from her face, my mind drifting to what Ares told me earlier today.

He said… Don’t. Does that mean he wanted another baby? I didn’t get the chance to ask that after his fingers fucked the daylights out of me.

“Oh, Cattttt….” A loud sing-tone voice came through.

Wait, is that…!

I quickly switched off the big lights and hurried out of Esme’s room, closing the door quietly.

I navigated the corridors, making my way to the spot where I could see the second floor.

“Hi!” Athena pitched. “You look lovely in that set. I have to get that…” She pointed to my nightdress. “Are you wearing Lily’s? Her works are amazing.”

“How did you get in?”

“Easy! My brother’s obsessed with you. Where is he?”

After we got to the penthouse, Ares told me he had work.

“Oh my, that expression says a lot. What is it this time?”

I fixed my silk robe and descended the stairs. “You made it back early.”

“You called, and I answered.” She dropped her bag on the coffee table, and took off her white leather gloves.

“How did the shoot go? Did you end up kicking someone in the balls?” I asked, amused.

“As a matter of fact, I did. The director, himself. I loved the way his eyes bulged out.”

“It would have been strange if you hadn’t.”

She giggled in a way that reminded me of Esme. Now I knew where she got that cute laugh from.

There was a pause before I pulled Athena close for a hug.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“I don’t know…” I admitted, tightening my hold on her.

I just felt she needed it.

She may be questioning me, but I could feel how her body shuddered at my action, almost like this was something she wasn’t familiar with.

“Okay… are you gonna bite my head or something?”

I chuckled, pulling away. “No, I should ask you that since you’re the one who chased me through the woods like a lunatic.”

“Aww! I thought we were way past that!”

“And we are.”

Athena’s smile grew wide, but it slowly faded. “Ares has told you, hasn’t he?”

I offered a nod. “Yeah.”

“That’s good. You’re the first person he has opened up to about it. I’m glad.”

“Something’s been bothering me.”

“What?”

“Why the fuck is Agatha still alive?”