Chapter41 My Little Wife
“Of course you are not impotent.” His controlling attitude made Linnea snap, “You’re a pervert, a sicko, an animal…”
“Sweet praises.” Caius was extremely pleased. Concealed by the dim light, he flipped Linnea over. His swollen member nudged the edge of her opening. The sheer wetness beneath, which needed hardly any teasing to overflow, drew a sigh from him. “A natural temptress, my little wife.”
“I’m not your wife…” Linnea said awkwardly.
Caius thought she was jealous and smiled even more pleasantly, “Even if you aren’t right now, isn’t that what you’re working toward? Linnea, have you forgotten your great ambition? That day, you were sitting on my thing, making it hard and sore, all while swearing you’d strive to become my wife…”
Hearing Caius recount the memory from two months ago, Linnea was so embarrassed she wanted to jump into the ocean.
At the same time, more thoughts about the memory flooded her mind. She was grateful they had both survived that yacht shooting night. Grateful that five years later, they could return to this very sea, and even recreate that intimate moment with him.
Linnea really wanted to confide all this to Caius, the one “confidant” with whom she shared the only common memory of that night. But at this moment, she was still burdened with too much. Those secrets, hatred, and plans compelled her to keep everything hidden from him.
Maybe a long time from now, she would have a chance to talk to Caius about it?
Forget it! Linnea quickly warned herself. She could not forget the purpose of her five years of planning: it wasn't for approval, sympathy, or a sense of belonging. It was simply for revenge, simply to reclaim what she and her mother had lost.
As for a deeper emotional connection—even just having a casual friendship—that was not something she could hope for right now.
“Are you still jealous?” Caius guessed the reason for her silence. “But you’re soaking wet underneath. That’s not how a mistress who’s jealous of the wife should be reacting.”
He teased her, but the thrusts beneath grew heavier. Her shyness excited him.
“What’s the use of being sad, though? Will a few tears of mine trigger the compassion of a ruthless tyrant like you?” Linnea said. “You don’t have such a thing. So, I might as well just drown in lust.”
“You’re good at comforting yourself.”
“Whose fault is it that I’m with a womanizing man like you?” Linnea mumbled. “Before me, you had countless lovers. Didn’t they all just get through it this way?”
The moment she finished speaking, a huge penis pierced her opening. Linnea twisted her body in alarm, but the man’s large hands firmly gripped her waist, forcing her to accept the invasion from behind. “Ah…”
“They weren’t naive enough to be jealous of my wife’s position. And nobody dared to call me a womanizer.”
“Who says no?” Amidst the increasingly intense rhythm of pumping, Linnea gasped, “Amy, Emily, weren’t they all your former bed partners?”
“You think I slept with them? I never lacked tools to vent my desire. They had such ridiculous ideas, so they certainly didn’t deserve to be in my bed.”
“That’s so disrespectful. Ugh… how can you compare people to tools?”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s just a metaphor. Besides, I didn’t force them. I also gave them benefits, and they were all willing.”
“I’m curious, Linnea. Your sensitive spot is so deep, how could you possibly satisfy yourself without this big thing of mine? Did you rely on those ugly, pathetic things other men had? When you couldn’t satisfy yourself, you must have used silicone toys, right? Could you squirt like you do when I’m screwing you…”
“Shut up!” Linnea struggled to suppress a moan. “I’m not a pervert. I didn’t think about this much before now.” For her studies and to make money, she had turned down countless infatuated suitors.
Caius didn’t believe a word she said and laughed heartily, “Admit it, Linnea, you can only squirt when you’re sitting on my thing.”
Linnea was engulfed by waves of pleasure and couldn’t resist.
She must have been crazy just now to think about becoming friends with this tyrant!
“Do you still want to work at the yacht party?”
Linnea believed if she dared to say yes, Caius would definitely throw her overboard.
Besides, it could cause unnecessary trouble if the future Mrs. Thorne Group was seen smiling and serving drinks at a yacht party. Even though she wasn’t certain about becoming Caius’s wife, she needed to be fully prepared.
She shook her head.
Caius thrust into her repeatedly, then grasped her chin and kissed her. “Good girl.”
They plunged into a new wave of lust. His thing fully penetrated her, making her forget her identity, the location, and even turning the faint voices nearby into an aphrodisiac. Just as she was about to pass out, Caius whispered in her ear, like a lover:
“Linnea, it seems my tolerance for you is getting higher…”
A new week began.
As soon as Linnea arrived at the assistant office, someone secretly told her that the newly appointed Chief Secretary was starting today.
To everyone’s surprise, Linnea was the first person called into the Chief Secretary’s office.
She pushed the door open, feeling nervous, and suddenly met a pair of loving eyes: the new Chief Secretary was Lilith, the finance teacher her mother had found for her!
Lilith waited for her to close the door before hurrying over to hug her. “Linnea, it really is you. When I saw your name on the list of subordinates, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes.”
Linnea’s mother, Laurel, had hired many private tutors for Linnea during her high school years, helping her find her interests.
Sadly, Laurel passed away before Linnea could complete her courses.
Linnea became rebellious, slacked off in her studies, and handed in zero-score test papers to all her private tutors, infuriating them one after another to complain to her father. Naturally, there was no result, and the tutors left one by one.
Only Lilith gave her a hug before leaving, hoping she would pull herself together soon.
Now, Lilith looked at her with satisfaction. “My dear, you really have grown up. I’m so emotional…”
Linnea smiled, but the distance in her eyes was unmistakable. She didn’t want to be involved with anyone from the Knight family.
Lilith also noticed this.
She regretted the disappearance of a naive and innocent princess but had to admit that Linnea’s change over the past few years was enormous. It was as if she had a completely new soul—one that had shed its immaturity and innocence, and was closer to her mother's.
So, she stopped reminiscing.
“Speaking of which, I have your mother to thank. Before she left, Ms. Laurel introduced me to a very promising company. Starting there, I worked hard for a few years, and finally succeeded in joining the Thorne Group.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t reveal your identity. Also, you can come to me for help when you need it.”
A warm feeling flowed into Linnea’s heart. She nodded, full of gratitude.
In the evening, Cora suddenly asked to meet her at a coffee shop.
She rushed over. “What’s wrong? Why the sudden meeting?”
“Is that not allowed?” Cora teased her. “Have you been sleeping with Caius so much lately that you’ve caught his workaholic bug? I can’t even ask you out for a casual chat.”
Linnea immediately clung to her to coax her until the cool IT genius finally smiled again.
After the joking was over, Cora’s expression turned serious. “You have to promise not to get emotional about what I’m about to tell you.”
“Oh, I can’t promise to keep my excitement in check,” Linnea sighed. “You know me well. I’m never good at holding back.”
“Then you’ll just have to allow yourself to be sad,” Cora said with regret.
“Listen, Linnea. I just found out that Vivienne is selling the manor that belonged to you and your mother.”