Chapter 197 Chapter 197
He always made things impossible to resist. He was too handsome, had too sculpted a body. Any normal woman with blood in her veins would have impure thoughts when doing... that with him.
Her reaction was biological! It was survival instinct!
Any other woman would have become a pervert in that situation. She was a victim of circumstances!
While Caroline fought this mental battle, the man who had just been satisfied was in an excellent mood.
Nicholas held her as if she were a precious porcelain doll. He looked at the top of her head, seeing how she refused to leave her hiding place on his chest, and his thin lips curved into a smile of pure pleasure and satisfaction.
“Darling...” he said, his voice still hoarse and heavy with post-climax. “Why so ashamed? We are husband and wife. It's the most normal thing in the world for us to help each other like this.”
He kissed her hair. “I'm letting you do this because I like you. It's a privilege. If you want... I can return the favor right now.”
Caroline, still hidden, cried out muffled against his chest: “I don't want to!”
“You lied to me!” she accused, her voice tearful. “You said it would be quick. I'm not going to believe a word you say anymore!”
He promised speed. But... it lasted twice as long as last time!
He was a fraud! A sexual con artist!
Nicholas let out a low laugh, and the vibration of his chest made Caroline tremble.
He looked at her face. It was rosy, moist, and delicate, as appetizing as a peach. He felt like biting her.
He carried her to the bed and laid her gently on the soft sheets. He leaned over her, trapping her in the trap of his arms, and placed a soft kiss on her warm cheek.
His eyes, deep and dark as night, overflowed with tenderness and mischief.
“I didn't want to lie to you, my love. I swear I meant to be quick. But...” He sighed dramatically. “If ‘he’ refuses to listen to me, there's nothing I can do. ‘He’ has a mind of his own when it comes to you.”
Nicholas smiled crookedly. “How about you have a serious talk with ‘him’ next time? Tell ‘him’ to be more obedient and stop being so stubborn and persistent. Maybe you can convince him?”
Caroline raised her head, blinking her dark eyes in confusion. “Who is ‘he’?”
Nicholas's smile widened, becoming dangerously seductive. “You played with ‘him’ for so long just now... held ‘him,’ cared for ‘him’... How can you not know who he is?”
Caroline was stunned for two seconds.
Then it dawned on her.
BOOM.
The blood rushed to her head in a nuclear explosion. Her face turned a shade of red that defied the laws of physics.
She stared at him, choking with shame and indignation.
“Nicholas! You... you're a... a bully! An abuser!”
The man didn't deny it. On the contrary, he seemed proud of the title.
“Yes, I'm a bully.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “Honey, in front of you, and in our bed, I never want to be a gentleman. Gentlemen don't have as much fun.”
He just loved to provoke her. It was his favorite pastime.
Caroline was speechless.
Her hands were throbbing, her fingers felt like they had arthritis from all the repetitive strain. And there he was, beaming, fresh, and mocking her.
Anger grew inside her. She bared her teeth (metaphorically).
“Nicholas, you're shameless! Shameless!”
“Yes, I'm not ashamed at all.” The man nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
What good was shame in front of his wife?
If he cared about dignity or decorum, how could he enjoy these exclusive “manual services”?
In Nicholas's philosophy of life, pride was something to be used in the boardroom. In the bedroom with Caroline, pride was useless.
He would rather be a happy shameless man than a frustrated gentleman.
Caroline snorted and turned her face away, defeated by her husband's unbeatable logic (and beauty).
Against his shamelessness, Caroline was defenseless.
He admitted to being a “bully” with a smile on his face. He didn't care in the least if she scolded him.
On the contrary, he seemed to like it.
The corners of his lips curved into a seductive smile as he shamelessly unleashed his lethal charm.
“Honey, believe me: it's not good for a man to be too ‘hasty,’” Nicholas whispered, his voice hoarse. "You feel bad now because you don't yet know the benefits of endurance. In the future, you'll thank me for taking my time.
“If I were too quick... you'd be the first to complain of dissatisfaction.”
Nicholas thought about their first night together.
She was drunk. She probably didn't remember anything, not even the feeling of being with him. And that night, he was a little... too eager.
No wonder she didn't understand. In that regard, she had no experience.
But as soon as the “forbidden period” was over, he would make sure to refresh her memory. By then, she would understand that slowness was a virtue.
Caroline was speechless, her brain short-circuiting.
She covered her flushed face with her hands and felt her ears burning like embers.
“I don't know what you're talking about!” she exclaimed, muffled. “I don't understand any of this!”
These words were inappropriate! She refused to understand!
“It's okay if you ‘don't understand’ right now.” He leaned over and caressed her head affectionately, his dark eyes shining with future promises. “In a few days, I'll use... practical lessons to help you understand.”
Caroline wanted to disappear.
Nicholas, that old pervert!
How could he say such shameful things while maintaining that noble, stoic expression? What was going on in his head?
But, thinking about it... she shouldn't be surprised.
To the world, Nicholas Wolf was cold, unattainable, a god above mortals, without earthly desires. Even in front of his own family, he kept a straight face.
At first glance, he seemed to be made of ice.
But in front of her...
The ice melted and revealed the wolf. Where was the coldness? Where was the abstinence?
He had two faces. And the face he showed in the bedroom was insatiable.
Seeing Caroline cringe in shame, refusing to look at him, Nicholas gave a low, satisfied chuckle.
“My dear, do you intend to hide there forever?” he teased. “Open your eyes and look at your husband.”
He leaned closer, his voice dripping with malice.
“If you think you lost out in this trade... how about I ‘attend’ to you in a few days? I can do the same for you.”