Chapter 536
Olive, try biting me!
Olive’s heart sank. Was he trying to control her life? How much did he care about her? His gentle words from moments before startled her. She looked into Elvis’ narrow, black eyes—eyes like ink, reflecting no light, making his thoughts inscrutable. “Elvis, don’t be like that. Even if I don’t have to work at the kindergarten, I have other things…”
“Oh,” Elvis interrupted coldly, a thin smile playing on his lips. “Is there someone else?” He placed a hand on her waist, pinching her sharply. “I forgot. You’re going to Greenland to meet Derrick Domino. He’s waiting for you—perhaps your children are there too. So you can’t spend the day with my son, Nathan, or the night with me, right?” He’d overheard her conversation with Derrick; he knew about Greenland.
Olive tried to ignore his taunts, lowering her lashes. “I’m going to Greenland on an important mission… Besides, you have many other women. Sleeping with me will bore you soon enough!”
Before she finished, Elvis wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her to face him. Her back pressed against the cold counter; she struggled, but he held her firmly, his hand pinning hers to the surface. He smiled cruelly. “Olive, you seem to hope I’ll tire of you. Are you praying I’ll replace you tonight, letting you escape?”
“I didn’t mean that… Let me go. Aunty Layla and Nathan will be here any minute…”
Ignoring her resistance, Elvis pressed his lips to hers, a fierce, stormy kiss that stole her breath. She pressed her hands to his chest, opening her mouth to bite him, but he anticipated her. He cupped her face. “Olive, try biting me!”
He pinched her face. She glared at him, a mixture of embarrassment and anger in her eyes, silently resisting. He found her lips bright red, alluring. He pressed his thumb against them, watching the color fade, then return with vibrant intensity, igniting a fire in his eyes. They’d been intimate before; she knew what he wanted. Three years later, his desire was stronger. The 32-year-old man before her couldn't contain his lust. He toyed with her lips.
Olive, try biting me!
Elvis said nothing, but his intent was clear. He reached for her, intending to place her on the kitchen table. Her hand brushed against bowls and forks. This was the kitchen. She quickly stopped him. “Wait a minute!”
His gaze burned into her. “What’s wrong?”
“Can’t you wait until we’re back in our room…?” she whispered.
He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Why? Haven’t you and Derrick tried the kitchen?”
Olive paled. He lifted her skirt.
“Elvis,” she stopped him again, “I’m on my period…”
His breath hitched. His high spirits deflated. “Why now? Let me see.” He went to lift her skirt again.
“No, I’m not lying! It’s really my period!”
His hand tightened on her waist, his displeasure evident. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Olive, you’re a liar.”
He pinched her painfully, reddening her skin. His anger always manifested physically. She bit her lip. “I’m not lying this time! You can check if you want. Women on their period can’t do this; it's bad for their health.”
He stared at her, then released her. His handsome face was cold. “So disappointing!” He believed she was lying. She didn't have her period; she had stitches. The doctor forbade intercourse, so she lied. When she couldn't satisfy him, he grew apathetic and rejected her.
She tried to escape his hold, but he was an immovable wall. He observed her, her innocent eyes suggesting ignorance. A cold smile twisted his lips. “Sit down!”
He grabbed her wrists, forcing her to squat beside him. What did he want? She wasn’t naive; this position made her head spin. Did he intend to…
The Subarize Bride, hinted by My Billionaire Husband.
With her squatting and him standing, he looked down with amusement. “Why are you staring at me? Women have many ways to please men. Do I need to teach you? Have you and Derrick tried this?”
She stared blankly, her simple, ignorant gaze tinged with disdain, as if he were an animal. He narrowed his eyes, unbuckling his belt with a click.