Dear Immortal Tyrant

Chapter 246 - My Life Has Been Dry

Before the two could be charged with any crime, the chauffeur arrived in a sleek black van that celebrities frequented. Kaden carried Lina to the car, despite her protest that she could walk and her red bottoms were lying on the streets. With great protest, Lina was placed into the car with Kaden beside her. He slammed the door shut and told the chauffeur to drive.

Lina let out a groan, sitting back in her seat with a glare towards hatred. She climbed over his lap and towards the window, where she saw her red bottoms getting further with each passing second. She hoped the next person that found it would put the free shoes to good use. It was a limited edition.

"They're just shoes," Kaden said, glancing at her.

Lina's naked feet brushed dangerously close to his groin. His gaze darkened. Her derriere wriggled as she tried to get a good look out the window. In an instant, he spanked her, causing her entire body to arch forward.

Lina gasped in disbelief, feeling the sting of his large hand. That was going to leave an imprint. For sure. Out of the kindness of his heart, he rubbed the sore spot and warned her.

"Sit back down. You'll hurt yourself."

Lina grumbled under her breath and sat down. On his lap. Right where she felt his throbbing erection. Her lips twitched with amusement. She writhed in his lap for a more comfortable position. Her thighs brushed upon his hard on. Immediately, he grabbed her waist, forcing her to stay put.

"I must warn you, dove," Kaden said harshly against her ears. "I will not hesitate to fuck you in this car with an audience watching."

Lina immediately stopped her teasing. Voyeurism wasn't something she wanted to try. Ever. She didn't feel comfortable with it. So, she climbed off his lap and sat down like a proper human being. She glanced at the large tent in his pants. He let out a growl of frustration, crossing his legs as if that'd help.

"You should sleep," Kaden commanded through a restrained voice.

"Why?" Lina shot back.

A sharp glint flickered in his eyes. Kaden leaned close, grabbed her chin, and yanked her face up to his.

"It'll be the last ounce of sleep you get tonight."

Lina's breath was caught in her throat. She felt a familiar pulse down there, warmth instantly pooling.

"So rest, dove… whilst you still can."

- - - - -

The next morning, Lina was sore. All over. Even after sleeping, her legs were still trembling from the memories of last night. She felt a sting on her backside from the number of times he spanked her. She was teary-eyed yesterday, but he replaced the pain with pleasure. Despite taking her from behind multiple times, she still enjoyed it, but they never ventured to her second entrance. He treated her kindly afterward, taking her in missionary style with his large body pinning hers down. She always loved that position, for she had something to grab that wasn't the bed.

With a shaky hand, she reached for her blaring phone. Her phone had gone off multiple times, but she didn't remember setting an alarm. Peeling her eyes open, she realized it wasn't an alarm clock. It was Isabelle calling her!

"H-hello?"

Lina's own voice was hoarse to her ears. She could feel her head spinning from exhaustion. This man sucked the energy out of her and left her with faint bruises. She realized she was a masochist. The more pleasure and pain he gave, the more she begged for him. And he loved the sound of her pleas.

"Dang, was the intercourse that good?" Isabelle retorted. "You're either sick from a sore throat or he throat fu—"

"Nice to see you too," Lina grumbled, rolling onto her back. She turned her head and saw the enormous bed was empty. As expected. She was certain it was well into the afternoon.

Kaden could ravish her the entire month if he could, but he had duties to tend to and she needed her body in one piece. By now, Lina was certain there wasn't a single part of her body that he did not kiss or lick. He consumed her so many times below, that the memories of his mouth and tongue were forever etched into her memory.

As if the intercourse from last night and early morning was not enough, her entrance grew warm with desire. She could feel a beat down there. Letting out a shaky breath, she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. What was he doing to her?

"Wow, you sound like… hm, what do they say nowadays?" Isabelle hummed. "Ah! Did he rearrange your insides? Was he that good? You must spill the details!"

Lina could picture something else spilling. With a hand to her eye, she sank deep into the bed.

"Did you receive my wedding invitation?" Lina tiredly asked.

"What? No discussion about the positions he put you in, or—"

"Are you coming?" Lina questioned.

"Not as much as you came last night—"

"Isabelle!" Lina protested.

"At least tell me how good he is! My life has been dry," Isabelle complained.

Lina's face grew red with mortification. She suppressed a groan and turned her head into the pillow. She felt a sting in her inner thigh and was certain his bite left a mark there. This man did not understand mercy. It was only after the sun rose for a bit did she faint from the pleasure. It had been too much for her to handle.

"Go have a fling or something," Lina mumbled. "My private life will remain private."

"Boo, you whor—"

"Are you coming to my wedding?" Lina asked again. "I'd love for you to be there as—"

"Are we really going to have this talk over the phone?" Isabelle retorted. "I've been calling you all afternoon. You're lucky the reservation was booked late because I know you like to sleep until the sun sets!"

Lina let out a small laugh. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes, get dressed in something casual. Let's grab coffee and have a chat, I've missed you!"

Lina turned to look at the time. Luckily, it was Sunday and she had no work, the same applied for Estella. But this life of luxury would not last if she was to become Chairwoman. The Boss of a company never takes a break.

"Send me the address, I'll be there soon."