The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 186 - Long Night(3)

His teeth caught the wet fabric of her thong and he gently slid it off her waist. She kicked it off her legs impatiently, resisting the urge to press her legs together when he looked down at her bare body. He looked mesmerised and the look in his eyes explained just how aroused he was by the view. She threw her head back when his tongue flicked her core, gasping in the sudden waves of pleasure. He took his time tasting her, driving her crazy as he teased her. When he looked up at her, he licked his lips in satisfaction, making her embarrassed yet more aroused than she had ever been.

She reached for the sides of his boxer briefs at the same time as he did. Pressing against her, he let her tug it off his waist and let it fall to the ground as she held his manhood in her hand.

"Gently or roughly?" He croaked out the syllables which she didn't immediately comprehend.

"Huh?" She probed.

"How should I take you?" He was on the verge of losing it from need and her small, raspy voice made his manhood throb.

"The way you want to, my love." She parted her thighs as she tightly wrapped her hands around his body.

"Then brace yourself." He grabbed a condom from the desk and slid it on faster than ever. Holding her back, he pushed into her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist with her toes curled behind him. She moaned against his chest as he gently thrust into her before picking up his pace and making intense love to her.

Her climax built up sooner than she expected and she tightly shut her eyes.

"Open your eyes." He croaked as he felt her core start to clench around his manhood. "I want to see you come."

Their eyes locked as they climaxed. He pushed deeper into her as her nails dug into his back.

Her body went slack and he hugged her, supporting her without moving an inch.

"That was…" She couldn't find the right word to describe it.

"Yeah, it was." He kissed her, feeling the same way.

"I don't want to move. I want to stay like this forever." She purred against his chest.

He didn't want to move either. "Then we can stay this way for as long as possible."

However, they had to move after a while since it would be uncomfortable for her to sit on the desk for too long. He gently put her in bed.

"Are you sleepy?" He asked.

"Not in the slightest." She had slept as soon as they arrived and was not going to sleep again any time soon. "What about you?"

"I was thinking we could watch a movie." He suggested.

"I'll get the popcorn." She excitedly said. However, she had just slid off the bed when she felt the soreness between her thighs. She turned to glare at him and he immediately understood what was going on.

"I'm innocent! You were too sweet, I couldn't help it." He chuckled.

"So now it's my fault." She pretended to be mad.

"How could I blame you?" He winked. "Come here, I'll make it up to you."

Her face reddened at the thought of how he would make up to her.

"Choose a movie." She instructed.

"Will you watch anything I select?" He asked while reaching for his laptop.

"If it's not a gory documentary, yes."

"Of course, you asked for a movie." He guiltily switched back to the movies section.

He prepared the popcorn and they started watching. It didn't take long before they started playing around and teasing each other with the popcorn. A few pieces of it ended up in the panties she had just worn.

"Hey!" She shot him a look.

"Let me clean that off." He flipped her over, more excited than he should be about this. Before she could say a word, he pulled down her panties to eat the popcorn he had just shoved in, teasing her while at it.

It was his idea to tease her but he ended up just as horny as she was.

"Does it hurt?" He asked gently as he caressed her wet core.

"It won't if you are gentle." She averted her gaze as she added, "Des, I'm safe right now, so…"

He understood what she was trying to imply when she tugged the condom he had grabbed out of his hand and put it back on the nightstand.

"Mmh." He hummed, still pleasantly surprised as he buried himself into her.

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On Monday morning, Ximena crossed her fingers as she waited to be let into Liam's new office. It was nothing to do with wishing herself luck. She hoped she would be able to stop herself from beating the shit out of her supposed potential partner. Of course, she would need a lot of luck too. Heaven knew what side of the bed that bastard had rolled off from. If it was the right side, he might be a little less annoying.

Ten minutes later, his assistant showed her in.

"I figured you would be here." He smiled from behind his desk.

"I had an appointment with you at this exact time so yeah, here I am. Breaking news!" She smiled sarcastically.

He frowned and leaned against his backrest. "Why don't we skip the fight and get this done with?" He proposed.

"For the first time in forever, I agree with you." She couldn't wait to be done with it either. The more they argued, the more they would have to tolerate each other and that didn't sound fun in any way.

"Among all the businessmen in Imperium, why did you choose me?" He asked as he held her proposal in one hand, having perused through at a ridiculous speed.

He had the whole weekend to read through her proposal which he clearly didn't bother to. He would not be asking this if he read through the first pages. But then again, he would not be Liam Preston if he was not ridiculous so she endured it and answered him nonetheless.

"Before you partnered with Mr. Fort to create Preston and Fort Group, you had your mind set on starting a cosmetic brand. I'm guessing it's because your company is a conglomerate—you can venture in whichever field you want."

"What's all this got to do with Morel Beauty?" He probed for her to explain further.

"You didn't go through with your plan of starting a cosmetic brand. It's an incomplete dream. Morel Beauty can be your way of living that dream. Not to mention, there will be lots of monetary benefits in it for you." She added before flipping her copy of the proposal to the page with income sharing. "For every cent that Morel Beauty earns from the sale of beauty products within the period of our contract, beauty, you will receive twenty-five percent." She almost gritted her teeth saying that. It was a little too much. Luckily, the contract would only be valid for two years and after that, she would no longer need to do this kind of crap.

"I want seventy percent." He shamelessly proposed a rip-off.

She almost glared at him for his audacity. "Mr. Preston, I proposed twenty-five percent because it would only be reasonable based on the contributions from both parties."

Her voice seemed to fade as his eyes zeroed down on her finger tapping the page she was indicating to him. He would expect the owner of a cosmetic brand to be all made up, complete with perfectly done nails. On the contrary, her nails were purely natural. They should be only about a couple of millimeters long but were the prettiest he had ever seen—more beautiful than the perfectly done nails he had seen before. If he had nails that were this beautiful, he wouldn't want to cover them with gel and polish either. Her fingers were also captivating and looked exceptionally soft. He didn't have a hand fetish but he imagined the small hand before him grabbing a fistful of his hair.

What the hell was he thinking?

He snapped out of it and continued the conversation from where his brain had left off. "Monetary benefits? From the brand whose owner gets the cheapest possible car to replace my Voiture Noire? How much profit am I going to gain from that, huh? One dollar?"

Did he really not hear any word of what she explained? She bit her lip to swallow down a curse.

She was going crazy from this conversation, and it hurt that she couldn't hit him because she was seeking partnership with him. But how could they be partners if they couldn't even handle a peaceful conversation? He was definitely off the list but she spared him the rudeness of storming out before the discussion was over. "Mr. Fort, in case you didn't know, one dollar is important."

"Of course. It's worth a candy." He snorted sarcastically, making her frown as he shot her a condescending look. "A few of them will buy you a box of those ridiculous high-sugar cookies."

"What do you have against my cookies?" She was rendered speechless.