Chapter 100 Chapter 100
Was it that soon? My God, how did a week go by so fast?
She wasn't at all prepared for what was coming next.
“No excuses,” the man interrupted her, his authoritative tone leaving no room for doubt. His dark eyes stared at her like a predator cornering its favorite prey. “I don't want to hear any more arguments.”
I've waited a whole week, Caroline. My patience is at an end.
“Nicholas, I...” Caroline tried to back away, confused and her heart in her mouth.
But the man showed no intention of negotiating. He leaned in, invading her personal space.
“Darling, whether you're ready or not, tonight you will become Mrs. Wolf for real. Not just on paper.”
There was an iron determination in those deep eyes. Caroline swallowed hard. She knew, with the certainty of someone who sees a storm approaching, that she would not escape him tonight.
He wanted her. And he would have her.
(...)
Wolf Mansion.
“Gentlemen, welcome home!”
As soon as the Rolls-Royce stopped, Nicholas got out and possessively put his arm around Caroline's waist, guiding her inside.
In the main living room, under the imposing crystal chandelier, Enrico and a row of uniformed maids awaited them. When they saw the couple enter, they all bowed in a synchronized and respectful curtsy.
“Good evening, Sir. Good evening, Madam.”
Nicholas merely nodded his head, dispensing with formalities, and led Caroline directly to the staircase.
With each step they climbed, Caroline's heart beat faster. Her fists were clenched, sweating cold, and her breathing became short.
She felt like she was walking into the lion's den.
When they reached the door to the master bedroom, Nicholas felt the girl's body stiffen under his arm. He looked at her and a mischievous, amused smile curved his lips.
Click.
He opened the door and closed it behind them, locking the outside world out.
The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by moonlight and soft lamps.
Nicholas released her waist and began unbuttoning the cuffs of his black dress shirt, walking calmly toward the closet.
“Honey, go take a shower first,” he ordered casually.
Caroline froze in the middle of the shaggy rug.
“T-Take a shower?” she stammered, her eyes wide with panic. “Why... why take a shower now?”
Her mind raced. Take a shower... for what? To get ready?
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet.
“Isn't that... a little early?” she whispered.
Couldn't he wait a little longer?
Caroline felt her face flush. It was embarrassing—and secretly exciting—to think of the tall, cold Nicholas Wolf as a man impatient and hungry for her.
Nicholas stopped walking. He turned slowly, studying her expression with a predatory smile.
“Hmm? Is there a problem with hygiene?”
Caroline shook her head frantically. “No! Of course not! It's just... I think it's still early. I don't need to shower right now, do I?”
“Early?”
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. His long fingers went to her collar, undoing the top button of her shirt with torturous slowness.
He took a step toward her. Then another.
“My dear, this is a special night,” he whispered, his hoarse voice falling over her like velvet. “For me, it's already too late. I can't wait another second.”
Caroline backed up until her back hit the wall. There was nowhere to run.
The man was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His warm breath brushed her forehead, causing every nerve ending in Caroline's body to short-circuit.
When she saw the intense gleam in his eyes—a raw, naked desire—her heart seemed to leap out of her mouth.
“Nicholas... d-don't be like that...” she pleaded, her voice failing her.
Nicholas ignored her protest. His skilled fingers had already unbuttoned the second button.
The black fabric opened slightly, revealing tanned skin, a strong neck, and the beginning of well-defined collarbones.
Caroline tried to look away, but it was impossible.
He moved on to the third button.
The sight was mesmerizing. The pale skin of his hands contrasted sharply with the black shirt. The movement was fluid, elegant, and incredibly erotic.
The fourth button came undone.
Now his defined pectoral muscles were visible, rising and falling with his breath. She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, a sign of his own tension.
The air in the room grew heavy, laden with masculine pheromones.
Caroline felt her mouth go dry. Her face burned as if she had a fever.
“Y-You...” She tried to speak, but her voice died.
Another button. His sculpted, rock-hard abdomen began to appear, the line of hair descending dangerously into the waistband of his pants.
My God.
Caroline brought her hand to her face, covering her eyes, afraid that her nose would bleed or that she would faint right there.
“Stop!” she cried, muffled by her hands.
It seemed as if the word “sexy” had been invented for that moment.
Of all the men she had ever seen in her life, models or actors, none could hold a candle to him. He wasn't just handsome; he was a lethal work of art.
And he knew it.
Caroline realized, with a mixture of indignation and desire, that he was doing it on purpose.
He was using his own beauty as a trap.
He could have just taken his shirt off at once. Why take so long? Why make each button seem like an event?
“Are you shy?”
Nicholas laughed, a low sound that vibrated in his chest. He gently held her wrists, pulling away the hands that covered her face, forcing her to look at his naked torso.
“Darling, you've seen my body before,” he teased, bringing his face close to hers until their lips almost touched. “Why so shy now?”
Caroline's mind traveled back to the night in the dormitory, and the blush on her face intensified until she looked as if she had a fever.
She was mortified.
“Don't say another word!” she begged, covering her ears.
But her embarrassment only fueled his amusement. Nicholas looked delighted.
“Honey, don't be shy.” His voice was a teasing purr. “Turn around and look at me. Admire your husband.”
“No!” Caroline bit her lip stubbornly.
“Then... I'll have to go over there and show off in front of you by force?
”No!
“If you think it's unfair for me to be shirtless, you can take yours off too. That way we'll be even.
”... No!
What a scoundrel!