Chapter 132: Savage Devil [1] [Music: Desires By Meg Myers] ARES Catherine had never looked at me with so much dread blazing through those gorgeous hazels of hers. They were broad, and her plump lips parted. She’s in shock, and she should be. Just when I thought Catherine Lane wouldn’t amaze me further, she pulls this off. I wonder how she could ward off my men and sneak into the room. I didn’t know whether to praise her hiding skills or punish her. She’s been very bad, and my blood boiled for measure, my finger flexing on the trigger. I wonder what’s going through her pretty little head right now, her thoughts of me, and what she anticipates. I got my answer when she questioned me. "A-Are you gonna kill me?" Asking that question felt like an insult to my face, and I was ticked off but also entertained. "I could... if you give me a reason." I don’t kill easily... death was considered a mercy for me, but in the end, Memento mori. I’ve decided what I’m gonna do with her. Punishing a bad girl... hard. "Let’s play a game, baby." Her chest heaved, her beautiful tits almost breaking free with how hard she inhaled. My throat went dry at the thought of tasting her skin, but I quell my hunger to speak without hindrance. "Get to the second floor. If you can... I’ll reconsider my reason." Bewilderment and fright contorted on her face, but she didn’t speak, presumably still in shock as if she couldn’t believe I was saying these words to her. "Run." Catherine’s phone slipped from her hand, and before it hit the floor, she was already fast on her heels, her hair styled in curls bouncing behind her. With ease, I punched a number, and the moment the call was answered, I spoke. "Do not engage my wife when you see her. Block all exists, no one comes up or down." I shoved my phone inside my suit pocket as I moved, not in haste. Judging from her earlier speed, she must have circled the place and found all exits sealed. She’s probably cursing me right now, panic filling her lungs, and her attempts to get away amplified, but there was no way out. I halted, waiting for the moment she would circle back to my arms. After all, no one can deny the magnetic pull we share. There you are. Catherine ran back, hands tapping the walls for balance, eyes behind to see if my men were chasing her. She fell into my arms, and I took hold of her with one hand. She fought me, kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her elbow collided with my lower abdomen, and pain shot through me. I clenched my teeth, feeling numb momentarily. I freed her, and she ran, but I had longer legs. My arm coiled on her waist as I picked her up, her legs shooting into the air. "NO!" she shrieked. I loosened my grip only just enough to drive her against the wall with little force. Her breath was knocked, and before she could collect herself, I dropped the gun on the credenza, seized her neck, and smashed my lips down hers. Catherine pushed me away with every ounce of strength she could muster. Her eyes were burning with rage, but I was more interested in the desire coloring those orbs. Slap! The force caused my head to turn the other way. I licked my lips and looked back at her. Ravishing. Even in the depths of terror, she still wants to fight. I came at her again, faster as I pressed her body against the wall and locked our lips with more force. Catherine fought me for a solid one minute, punching my chest and kicking, but she melted like liquid in my arms as I ravaged her lips. But then she got a grip of herself, fighting me again, almost as if she couldn’t decide if she should kiss or kick my ass. I do enjoy both. Ignoring the pain biting through me, I trapped her hands above her head, getting more aggressive with my engagement until it appeared like I was primarily trying to feast on her mouth. A resonant moan ripped from her throat, my other hand hoisting her leg on my waist, my nails drilling into her thigh until I could feel her skin crack beneath them. I attacked her milky neck next, not gentle with my advancement, for I mean to shower her with my marks as a statement to her. Catherine rasped too quickly and heavily, trying to balance herself as I devoured her neck. My fingers were spread on her chin, keeping her neck exposed for me as I feasted, kissed, and sucked her skin. Her body was trembling, a medley of pleasure and dread battering through her bones. I could feel her pulse vibrate like a humming machine jerked to life by the silenced throaty moans. I attacked her cleavage next, leaving savage bites like a shark, and my tongue rolling her skin with haste. Suddenly, I ripped off her, and she braced on the wall as if without it, she would fall. I allowed her to breathe for only a second, but I came at her again, this time breaking the skin on her lips, having a taste of the metallic texture that made a growl rumble deep in my chest. She groaned in pain as I sucked against the sore area, her knees buckled, and I picked her up, her legs locking around my waist, and my nails clawed her ass. I moved us to the credenza, placing her on top, and whatever ornaments were there tumbled to the floor, shattering and causing a loud chatter that rang through the hallway. I freed her lips and dropped to my knees, spreading her wide like a feast. "Let me taste that sweet nectar of fear." "A-Ares not h-here! AH!" I lashed onto her pussy before she could finish. I don’t need words; I need only her screams. I thrust my tongue into her, stimulating her clit before circling multiple times. I drove in fully, allowing her pussy to suffocate me. She tastes sweeter. I licked and tongue fucked her until she was screaming through a release, locking her thighs tightly around my head like she wanted to crush me, springing as she blessed my mouth with more of her juices. I swiped everything clean, taking my time to finish my dinner. But I got distracted when I felt a cold steel pressed against my temple I reclined just enough to see Catherine pointing my gun at my head.