Chapter25 Taking Her Home
"I... it's not..."
She didn't want this here either, but everything was out of control now. It was Caius, this wicked man with his twisted sense of fun. He was the culprit.
"Do you want to climax?" Caius's voice was full of coaxing seduction. "Good little cat, tell me. I'll make you feel incredible."
Linnea was embarrassed. She stammered, unable to get a single word out for the longest time.
"Speak up?" The fingers below weren't satisfied with her performance and were about to withdraw, the nails scratching against the sensitive inner walls. "Not going to say anything? Fine then..."
"No, don't go!"
She cried out, contracting, fearing the emptiness that was about to come. But that finger suddenly thrust in forcefully, stabbing straight to the deepest point, brushing against all the sensitive tender flesh, making her tremble violently.
The hot liquid of pleasure brewing deep in her core could no longer be suppressed and came spurting out.
"Ha..." The person below chuckled with muffled amusement. "So horny... little cat, you sprayed all over my face."
With a snap, the lights at the top of the elevator finally came back on.
But Linnea didn't dare look at any of it. She kept her eyes tightly shut as Caius held her and stood up, pressing her against the wall for a passionate kiss. His face and mouth were full of her taste.
She could only cry from shame, but Caius still forced her to open her eyes. "Little cat, look at how you're spraying. Look at the wall. It's reflecting how enticing you look right now..."
The commotion outside the doors grew louder and louder.
"Afraid the people who force the doors open will see that puddle on the floor giving off a sweet smell?"
"No..." Linnea said weakly.
"Then hold me tight."
Purely on instinct, she hugged his neck tightly. Caius smiled with satisfaction. "Good. I won't let you down. Don't be afraid. Anyone who dares look at you, I'll gouge out their eyes."
He took his shirt and wrapped it securely around the hem of Linnea's dress.
"Little cat, you're exhausted."
He reached out, brushing away the strands of hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, then kissed her tired eyes lightly. "Sleep. I'll handle everything that comes next."
...
After the elevator doors opened, Caius kept his face tense the whole time.
It wasn't until the doctor said tremblingly that Linnea was just suffering from high fever and shock, nothing that would cause irreversible harm to her body, that he finally relaxed.
The window wasn't closed. A burst of salty, humid sea breeze blew over him. He actually felt a hint of coldness from it.
He froze for a moment, only then realizing belatedly that cold sweat had long since soaked his entire body.
After the examination was finished, he carried Linnea off the yacht and got into his private driver's car.
"Mr. Caius, should we go to the estate this time?"
"No." Caius rejected the idea without thinking.
The estate was too far. She would have a hard time enduring that journey.
"Then to the nearest hotel under the Thorne Group?" the driver continued to inquire. "It's just at the intersection up ahead."
This was a safe choice.
But Caius still thought about the accident that had just happened. He couldn't guarantee that hotel wouldn't have another accident. No, he couldn't let Linnea's mental state be damaged again, even if the possibility was only one in ten thousand.
He still rejected it.
The driver fell into an awkward silence.
With all these options ruled out, that left only... Mr. Caius's beach apartment.
But Mr. Caius had never allowed anyone into his private domain, whether female companions, business partners, or even close friends.
But in the end, Caius said:
"Back to the beach apartment."
So for the first time, he allowed Linnea into his home.
As he stepped through the front door, remembering how last time when Linnea heard him tell the driver to go home, she had mistakenly thought he was taking her home and the barely concealed delight on her face, he couldn't help but smile.
Leo was about to arrive. He had originally wanted to put Linnea in his bed first and let her continue sleeping.
But when he jostled her a few times while going upstairs, Linnea started mumbling incoherently again. "Let go of me... don't want you..."
She could still remember to curse him? It seemed after taking the fever reducer, she had gotten a little better. Caius looked at her. Even though she was still trying to challenge his authority, he couldn't muster any anger at all. Seeing her about to cry from feeling wronged, he was even willing to go along with her thinking and agree:
"I'm sorry, Linnea. I apologize to you."
"You've always thought I was a slut!"
As Linnea spoke, she cried and coughed at the same time, crying until her voice was hoarse.
Caius felt another headache coming on.
"I didn't think that. I only said that earlier because I was too angry... I won't say it anymore, okay? I apologize to you, Linnea. I said the wrong thing..."
"You made me undress in front of everyone, and you made me wear that kind of outfit..."
As she spoke, she tried again to pull out that revealing bunny costume.
Caius didn't dare fight her for it. He could only kiss her wrist, kissing her until she lost strength and stopped obsessing over the clothes.
He repeatedly coaxed her. "It's all my fault, okay?"
Right now he wished he could tear that outfit to shreds, burn it, and kill all those troublemaking trash!
The short walk made Caius break out in another cold sweat. It wasn't until he tucked Linnea into bed, leaned against the bedside with the girl lying in his arms, and called Leo in to give her an injection that he finally relaxed completely.
Linnea was still making a fuss, pillowed on his thigh.
He responded while his brain raced. He called his subordinates in, and at the same time, his large palm pulled the back of her head, burying her face in his embrace. He wouldn't allow unimportant people to see her like this.
Linnea's shouting became muffled mumbling. "Let go... let me go."
Caius inexplicably smiled and reached out to poke her cheek.
"Your orders, sir."
"I need them to get what they deserve."
This little cat in his arms, no matter how playful, had already been taught a harsh enough lesson.
After this, as her man, he naturally had to stand up for her.
He wanted to see which worthless dog dared to humiliate her.
...
Early morning, on the yacht.
The yacht closed early for business.
Kevin got off the yacht anxiously.
Earlier, some important figure had an accident on the yacht.
This had nothing to do with a small manager like him, but before getting off the yacht, he had wanted to go appease the distinguished guests in the private room he had "specially taken care of."
And incidentally, see how miserably that woman had been bullied.
But when he walked to the floor where the private room was located, he was stopped by security guards. "This area has been sealed off. Please leave."
"What about the guests in private room number 5..."
The guard revealed a subtle smile. "You'd better not ask too many questions."
Kevin was shocked with alarm.
He hurried off the yacht. The whole way, he didn't see Gary either. That bitch Ella still came to pester him, but he ignored her.
He just wanted to get far away from this place as quickly as possible.
But as soon as he got off the boat, several guards blocked his path and politely asked him to come with them.
His legs trembling, he followed them into a small alley.
Punches and kicks rained down.
Kevin was in so much pain he was about to pass out immediately. These people really were going to beat him to death!
"Help! Please let me go, okay? Don't cripple me. I still need to work..."
But this only earned roars of laughter.
"At this point, you still think you'll have a job?"
Immediately after came the sound of both legs breaking.
Kevin's eyes widened in despair. Before passing out, he roared with all his might. "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for touching that man's woman."
Woman... was it that Lina?!
He hated Ella to death! It was all this cheap woman's fault, bringing all this upon him!
But it was all too late.
Finally, the pleas for mercy gradually weakened and were drowned in the depths of the alley.
...
Beach apartment.
When everything finally temporarily ended, the horizon was already showing light.
Caius walked to the window and drew the curtains, blocking out factors that might disturb Linnea's sleep.
But Linnea still wasn't sleeping peacefully. Her lips trembled as she made a hoarse sound. "Thirsty..."
"Then get up and drink some water."
Caius helped her sit up halfway and fed her water.
After trying several times, it didn't go smoothly. Linnea choked, and water flowed down from the corner of her mouth, wetting the brand new pajamas he had just changed her into.
He had no choice but to take a mouthful of water, kiss her, and transfer the water into her mouth.
Linnea was extremely thirsty. She obediently let him feed her water, not even struggling.
After drinking, she half-opened her eyes and stared at him in confusion.
For no reason at all, Caius's heart skipped a beat.
But this wasn't the end yet.
Linnea stared at him blankly, paused for a moment, then suddenly took the initiative to lick his lips.