Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 144: Still Want to Keep Playing?

Zane Thorne laughed out loud, wrapping an arm around Natalie Vaughn’s waist, then easily lifting her with one hand and placing her on the sofa, kneeling on one knee as he draped her leg over his.

"Silly."

Natalie playfully kicked at the man’s knee.

"It’s all your fault."

Zane responded with a smile, grasping Natalie’s ankle with one hand and cradling her foot in the other.

"Yeah, blame me. Let me take a look."

Natalie had kicked with some force earlier, and since Zane was wearing his motorcycle boots, which were quite stiff, her sole was already red, with even the lace marks visible.

The man’s eyebrows knitted together. Although he knew Natalie’s skin was delicate, he hadn’t expected it to be this bad from just a stomp.

He gave Natalie an exasperated look and scolded her.

"You should know not to kick the hard parts when you’re not wearing shoes. Does it hurt now?"

Natalie, indulging in a little pout from the mild pain: ???????

Is this Zane’s way of scolding? She wasn’t sure whether she should continue being upset or not. How could someone suggest kicking the softer parts instead?

Natalie bit her lip and wiggled her toes uneasily, giving a haughty humph.

"Massage it for me."

Getting a mile out of an inch.

Zane raised an eyebrow, chuckling with a sly curve to his lips, glancing up at Natalie.

"Do you need me to get some ointment for you too?"

From Natalie’s reaction, Zane could tell it wasn’t that painful; it was just that her delicate skin bruised easily.

Even as he said that, Zane still obliged Natalie by gently massaging the arch of her foot. His large hands enveloped Natalie’s entire foot.

While Natalie initially enjoyed it guilt-free, she always had a thing for Zane’s hands. With Zane kneeling in front of her, using his sensual hands to gently massage her foot, she was suddenly overwhelmed by the scene.

She remembered the first time she went to the hotel to find Zane; he had been so cold and indifferent, watching her actions impassively from upstairs.

But now, here he was, kneeling before her.

Natalie’s toes curled slightly. The contrast between the hardness of the man and the softness of the woman, as well as their skin tone difference, made her heart race and her face blush.

It was quite an intimate moment, but after all, they were married...

So, just as Zane paused in his motions, Natalie extended her leg and traced circles on his chest with her toe.

"President Thorne, I’ve heard you spoil your wife. Do you do these things for her too?"

Natalie softened her voice as she said this, lifting her eyes flirtatiously, her eyes shimmering.

Zane was momentarily stunned, but only for two seconds before he realized what kind of game Natalie was playing this time. He smiled slightly, glancing down at the pale foot resting on his chest, and with a playful and sultry touch, he caressed it a few times.

"I only do it for you."

Natalie didn’t expect Zane to play along, so she quickly withdrew her foot, then teasingly leaned forward and rested her head on his chest, gently caressing his face before letting her fingers linger lightly over his heart.

"President Thorne, what if your wife finds out and gets upset?"

Zane smirked impishly, grasping Natalie’s mischievous hand and kissed it by his lips.

"It’s just between you and me, heaven and earth know. How would she find out?"

Hearing this, Natalie wasn’t sure whether to be happy that Zane was playing along or upset at what he said.

"Oh? I’ve heard your wife is not one to be trifled with, President Thorne. I’m so scared."

Zane raised an eyebrow, full of teasing.

"What, you have the guts to seduce me, but not to deal with my wife?"

Natalie covered her mouth, feigning outrage as she looked at Zane.

"President Thorne~ Your wife is so formidable, how could I be her match? If there’s a fight, would you be on my side or hers?"

With that said, Natalie draped one arm over the man’s shoulder, the other hand casually brushing against his Adam’s apple, as if she was ready to strangle him like a wicked temptress if she didn’t like the answer.

Zane’s brows twitched subtly as he caught the hint of her words laced with a touch of grudge. No matter how he answered, Natalie wouldn’t be satisfied.

He clicked his tongue, using his tongue to push against the inside of his cheek, looked down at Natalie, and raised an eyebrow to ask.

"Want to keep playing?"

Natalie, displeased with Zane’s response, furrowed her brows slightly.

"You haven’t given me an answer yet."

Zane’s hand, which was resting on her waist, squeezed gently, and his throat moved as he let out a low, seductive chuckle.

"Isn’t it always you?"

Natalie’s expression stiffened slightly, her train of thought interrupted by Zane’s teasing hand. She reached out to try and stop him, only to find Zane’s eyes had darkened with nothing but desire.

He lowered his head and bit her neck, barely restraining himself, while Natalie tilted her head back, biting back a whimper at the sting. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Then she heard Zane’s cheeky, wild laugh.

"Mrs. Thorne sure is daring. Seducing me comes with consequences."

For a moment, panic flashed in Natalie’s eyes, but she quickly steadied herself. Isn’t this the outcome she wanted?

Zoe Chandler was right; she never needed to overexert herself. Zane would readily devour her. For a man who even made kissing seem erotic, there’s no way he could remain indifferent to her.

But...

Natalie slightly parted her lips, looking at the ceiling somewhat bewildered.

Today was her birthday. Shouldn’t she be the one in control?

So when Zane leaned in for a kiss, Natalie opened her mouth to bite him.

"Do you know how to dance?"

The man, his eyes already tinged with crimson, was unsure what Natalie was planning, but she had taunted him several times, and her outfit was making it hard for him to hold back any longer.

"What are you up to, hmm?"

The man’s voice was hoarse beyond belief, his hand originally resting on Natalie’s waist now moved upward, as if telling her he couldn’t wait any longer.

Natalie wasn’t much better off, holding onto a shred of rationality...

"On previous birthdays, my brother always danced the first dance with me."

Zane fixed his gaze on Natalie, noting the undeniable emotion in her eyes, his throat bobbing hard.

After a long pause, he smirked devilishly.

"Alright."

Then he hoisted Natalie up, ensuring she stood properly, pulling at his collar as he stepped back a few paces.

He was sexy just standing there, but that smirk of his, like a wolf in a gentleman’s skin, made him extend a hand toward Natalie.

"May I have this dance, Miss Beautiful?"

Despite the elegance of the gesture, Zane’s execution always carried a hint of mischief, given that elegance was never quite his thing.

Yet, even so, his rebellious nature was utterly captivating.