Chapter38 Cheating in Front of Her Sister
Linnea’s voice always had a little upward lilt when she said sweet nothings, which drove him crazy. Her soft palm was resting lightly against that swelling in his pants, a hint of warmth seeping through.
Caius couldn’t help but laugh inside.
The special drug Leo developed was potent enough to make a wary kitten sleep in public, yet it couldn’t clear the kitten’s mind of desire?
Linnea probably had no idea that even though she always played the part of serving and pleasing him, it was her who, when she was on the verge of passing out from being screwed, would clamp down on his cock and drunkenly beg him not to pull out.
“You seem more concerned than I am about whether my sex drive is satisfied.”
“Of course. I care about you the most.”
Linnea’s tone was firm, but her hand hovered near his zipper, hesitant to move.
Caius chuckled at her timidity. He bent his knee, pushing against her stomach and sending her tumbling back against the headboard. “Linnea, is it me who wants you, or is it your thin little belly, which is begging to be stretched by something right now?”
He leaned over her, fingers pressed together on her belly, and squeezed her waist hard.
A tiny flame ignited in Linnea’s lower abdomen. She had initiated the flirtation, yet her face was flushed bright red. Their bodies pressed closer, clothes and breath mingling in a heated tangle. In her daze, Linnea surrendered her reason:
“Caius... I want you…”
“Good girl. So honest.” Caius rewarded her with a kiss on her forehead but then added, “Too bad. We can’t do it now.”
Linnea thought he was messing with her:
“Caius, please…”
“Just hold on a little, okay?” Caius’s voice was gentle yet cruel. “Leo still needs to take you for the rest of your stomach exams later.”
“Can’t we do it tomorrow?” Realizing Caius was serious, Linnea immediately became resentful. “You’re such a control freak! A tyrant with zero romance.”
“Stop acting like a slut. Leo is here.”
Leo stepped through the door at the sound of his name.
Linnea quickly burrowed under the covers, her face burning, glaring at Caius.
“Don’t be a slut in front of other men, okay?”
“…Get lost!”
Linnea absolutely hated him.
Late that night, Caius finished a full day’s work and returned to the master bedroom.
Linnea was already sound asleep, her posture a defiant protest: arms and legs sprawled across the bed, the single blanket clutched tightly between her legs. She hadn’t left him any space to sleep.
This little kitten… she always managed to bring life to his otherwise dull existence.
Caius had his fill of amusement before getting into bed and gently moving Linnea back to the other side.
As he shifted her body, she furrowed her brow, groaning softly, seemingly trapped in a nightmare.
She looked pitiful and adorable. Caius couldn’t resist kissing her cheek.
At that moment, a fragrant hand reached up and rested on his face. It wasn’t until a prickling sensation, as faint as a cat’s scratch, reached his brain that Caius realized Linnea had slapped him.
Caius froze for a few seconds. It had never occurred to him that anyone would slap his face.
“Bad Caius, devil, psychopath, control freak…”
Listening to the melodious “insults,” Caius’s body was throbbing with arousal.
Just as he was about to use his usual tactic and grab her wrist, he heard her curse again:
“Vivienne… I’m going to kill you and destroy everything you have now!”
“Vivienne?”
Caius paused. He was about to get mad.
Man or woman, he would not allow Linnea to form a deep bond with anyone else.
“…Give Caius back to me!”
Oh. It was his fiancée.
The initial surge of irritation deflated like a pricked balloon, settling next to her pillow.
Caius slipped under the covers and held her. “Are you jealous? Fine, Linnea, he’s all yours, okay? I won’t let anyone take him away.”
“I don’t believe you…”
But she snuggled into a more comfortable position in Caius’s arms and fell back asleep.
And Caius had been reminded. He picked up the communication device on the nightstand. “Send someone to keep an eye on Vivienne. Don’t reveal any information about Linnea to her, including her name or appearance…”
“Understood.”
Right now, it seemed Linnea loved playing the game of thrilling infidelity with him.
Whenever he mentioned words like “underground mistress” or “cheating,” she would bite him hard, her mouth opening uncontrollably, making it easier for him to plunge his tongue inside and suck up the sweet nectar…
Caius had no morals.
He hated illegitimate children, but he didn’t think cheating was shameful. It was commonplace in his family.
However, since Linnea liked it, he was happy to meticulously maintain this exclusive aphrodisiac for her.
With that thought, he pulled her hand toward him again.
The next day, Friday.
At noon, Caius had a subordinate summon her to his office.
He said he wanted to supervise her eating a nutritious meal.
Linnea snuck into the office, glanced around, and sat down in Caius’s soft boss chair. She was secretly thrilled that he cared about her a little more, but she also grumbled that “Caius is too bossy.”
When she got bored, she snatched the pen from Caius’s desk and pretended to be the big boss of the Thorne Group.
Pretending a subordinate was beside her, Linnea put on a serious face and mimicked Caius’s cold tone: “Yes, right, immediately blacklist the Knight family, and send all those bitches to jail!”
There was a sound outside the door.
It was lunchtime, probably Caius.
Linnea felt playful and continued pretending to be the Boss: “Come…”
Before the sound could fully leave her throat, a sweet voice rang out from outside:
“Caius, may I come in, please?”
Linnea’s entire body instantly went rigid.
“It’s Vivienne…”
The door clicked open.
Linnea was in a panic. To hide, she could only scramble awkwardly under the desk.
Footsteps drew closer.
No, Linnea pleaded desperately, hoping that bitch Vivienne wouldn’t suddenly decide to pretend to be the Boss too…
Then she remembered: Wait. Caius would never give Vivienne the key card to his office.
The sound of leather shoes stopped right in front of her.
She looked up and met Caius’s smiling face.
“Yeah, my kitten didn’t get laid last night. Must be going crazy, huh?” Caius sat down in the boss chair and stroked the back of her head. “Is that why you want to play a thrilling game with me, like… cheating on my wife right in front of her?”
“No, Caius, you misunderstand…”
Linnea struggled to get up.
Caius acted deaf. He grabbed Linnea’s head and pressed her face into his crotch, smiling with indulgent affection:
“Don’t wiggle around. I’ll take care of you… my slutty kitten.”
“But don’t let my wife find out. Cheating is morally wrong, you know.”
The strong scent of hormones assaulted her brain. Linnea was on the verge of fainting when she heard him call out: “Please, come in.”
Come… in?! He wanted her to hide under this desk and cheat with her sister’s husband, right in front of her illegitimate sister?!
Caius unzipped his pants.
That enormous, hot piece of meat immediately plunged into her mouth!
“Mmmph!”
She struggled, but it was useless. Caius’s brand-new leather shoes were firmly pressing down on her tight skirt.
The door opened again.
“Caius, thank you for letting me in…”
And at that exact moment, the cock, which was thrusting toward her throat, began to pump in and out!