Chapter52 Maybe That Contract Isn't So Bad
Linnea couldn't defend herself. She just tried to change the subject. "Did you send people to follow me?"
"That's hurtful, Kitten." Caius's husky laugh echoed in her ear. "I clearly reined in my possessiveness, telling my subordinate to pull back the people monitoring you closely and reporting your every move. I only sent bodyguards to ensure your safety... Wasn't I kind enough? But look at you."
Caius grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back.
"You actually showed up in front of the subordinate I use to monitor my 'wife,' wearing the matching couple's bracelet that guy gave you. You truly have a death wish, don't you?"
"I didn't take it!"
Caius's rough thumb pad rubbed heavily against her wrist. "You'd better be grateful you didn't, or I'd break your wrist."
His hand tightened around her neck, a terrifying feeling of suffocation washing over her. Caius yanked off her tight leggings, and then delivered a hard smack. That thing slammed right in with a loud, wet sound. "I wanted to do this when you were wiggling that peach-of-an-ass at that guy outside."
Linnea struggled desperately, unable to resist. She could only scream, "Caius, what else can you do besides use these fear-inducing tactics to keep me in line?"
The intense, pile-driver motion below was mixed with Caius's disbelieving voice. "Kitten, you still dare to act wild? I am strictly disciplining you."
"But this is all because of you...!"
"Because of me?"
Caius's voice was rarely tinged with confusion.
In her pain, Linnea kept her "scheme" in mind. "You're much worse than Soren. He respects my decisions!"
"Because of what?" Caius ignored her comment, pursuing his question. "Tell me. Maybe I won't punish you so harshly."
The thrusting slowed. Linnea choked, holding back her agonizing desire.
"...Why did you take me to that auction? Why did you let Vivienne humiliate me? Weren't you trying to expose me to Vivienne to discourage my attempt to become your wife?"
Caius paused again. Then, he gave an unexpected answer.
"Don't you enjoy this thrilling game of 'cheating'?"
Linnea instantly froze.
She couldn't believe Caius's thinking was so simple.
"...When did I ever say that?"
"But your two mouths down there were screaming happily the night we got back from the auction." Caius's tone instantly became cheerful. He gripped her ass and thrust his hips up hard. "This mouth up here is definitely the most stubborn of the three."
"I didn't..."
"You're crying again. Fine, who told you to overthink things? You look like a mess."
His voice softened, but the impact below became more violent.
"Then why don't you stop?" Linnea cried out in anger.
"Aren't you too distressed right now? Of course, I need to use every means to comfort you."
Her two butt cheeks were grasped by his large hands and kneaded firmly.
Linnea was pressed against the cold lockers, her back against his scorching, furnace-like body. Caius forced her to stand. She had to try hard to stand on her toes, or she would lose her leg support and completely sink onto the massive pleasure stick beneath her. "No, please pick me up. This is going in too deep!"
"Are you begging me? Or are you flirting with me?" Caius complied and picked her up. "Alright, whatever it is, I obey."
Below was a storm of impact, while above, the kisses were as gentle as flowing water. A continuous trail of kisses was planted from her earlobe down to her collarbone. Caius was like a dog in heat, clinging tightly to her, kissing her and riding her.
As she reached the final tremor, Caius bit her neck.
"Stop shaking."
"If I miss, your thighs, the floor... everything will get dirty."
Along with her uncontrollable scream, thick liquid flooded her body. Caius whispered in her ear, "Linnea, you really love this, don't you? Cheating with me in an exciting place."
Linnea didn't dare look at the puddle of fluid on the locker. Her face was completely flushed.
Caius mocked her again. When he was done laughing, he ground the skin of her neck between his teeth. "You are not allowed to contact that guy again."
"He's a friend I've known since college. You don't want to forbid me from contacting everyone, do you? Like a controlling father?" Linnea said softly. "You still haven't agreed to that contract, you know."
"Oh, so it's the contract you're worried about. Trying to provoke me again? It won't work much."
Linnea felt a wave of despair. The pressure of the contract deadline made her temporarily ignore the thing that was growing again between her legs.
"Maybe agreeing to that contract isn't so bad."
Caius suddenly said.
Linnea's heart gave a sudden leap.
But before she could get excited, Caius pressed down on her again.
"After all... you're really great to screw."
...
Linnea forgot how she got back to the beach apartment.
All she knew was that she eventually passed out. When she woke up, it was already noon the next day.
Linnea squinted, grabbed her phone, and saw a message pop up. It was Soren.
[Do I still have a chance to continue our interrupted date?]
[Four years of temporary separation made me certain I can't forget you. Linnea, you are too charming. I want you. I don't want to regret this for the rest of my life.]
Linnea hesitated, then asked: [Even if I'm not strictly single?]
[It's not uncommon for a dazzling woman like you to have a few men around.]
Now, Linnea felt a little guilty. She carefully typed out: [Soren, you deserve a better woman. I'm not worth you lowering your standards for me.]
The response was delayed for a long time, then a voice message popped up.
Linnea played it, and her face froze.
"Haha... Linnea, you are always too naive, too kind. I deliberately interrupted your 'chat' with Caius in the locker room that day. I managed to catch a few words of it."
"But... Linnea, no matter what, I won't give up this time."
Linnea was stunned. A few seconds later, she silently put down her phone.
She had been deceived once again by a man who seemed polite and cultured.
At noon, Linnea pulled herself together and arrived at Selah's residence. It was an artistic villa, colorful, and a kind-faced elderly housekeeper was watering flowers by the gate.
Linnea walked up confidently and stated her purpose.
She had grown up accompanying her mother to nursing homes to play therapeutic piano music for the elderly, which cultivated her talent for communicating with older people. The housekeeper couldn't help but smile at her but still said, "I'm sorry, our mistress does not like to receive visitors."
"Perhaps you could try to get me an audience," Linnea said, clutching the brooch in her hand.
The housekeeper finally took it. "Just so you know, I can't guarantee anything... Wait, what is this?"
She opened her hand, staring in shock at the intricately patterned emblem.
It was the symbol of the Clair family heir.