Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 146: Can Zane Thorne Shut Up Already?

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Can Zane Thorne Shut Up Already?

Natalie Vaughn was awakened by hunger.

The midnight snack at 1:30 AM last night was thoroughly consumed during their lover’s exercise.

The weather was nice, with light streaming through the window onto the bed. It was supposed to be a very lively day, but Natalie felt like the light made her lose track of time.

The hand on her waist was heavy. Natalie instinctively tried to pry it off, but just a slight movement made her frown in pain.

Damn it!

Zane Thorne was simply outrageous.

With just a soft cry of pain, the man behind her woke up. His hand instinctively held Natalie even tighter.

"Go back to sleep."

The voice was husky, carrying a lazy satisfaction.

Natalie’s ears turned red just hearing Zane’s voice like this. Everything that happened late last night began replaying in her mind.

Zane seemed to be naturally gifted at this sort of thing. What started as a simple, honest position, later became increasingly excessive. She didn’t know where he learned those ways to torment her.

She had to be grateful it started late last night, grateful Zane had been busy and hospitalized from work recently, and grateful he was exhausted from traveling overnight. Otherwise, she didn’t know how she would have been spared.

Thinking about it made Natalie feel frustrated. Why did they both start as novices, yet Zane mastered his skills so quickly? She never got the chance to take control in any way; instead, Zane tortured her into begging for mercy several times.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! The sun’s already up!"

Natalie’s tone clearly showed her little temper rising again, but her voice was so hoarse that her momentum weakened a bit. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Realizing that Natalie’s current state was his doing, Zane’s drowsiness vanished completely, and he even felt a bit smug.

Natalie wanted to get up, but first, she was held tightly by Zane, and secondly, every part of her body felt as if it was falling apart. She barely managed to get halfway up before collapsing again.

Falling right into Zane’s arms.

The man chuckled softly, holding Natalie with both hands, gently pulling her to semi-lie on the bed.

"Why struggle? If it hurts, just lie down obediently."

Natalie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. This current state was because of whom? Why did the one responsible speak so nonchalantly?

Regarding her seeking mercy from Zane last night, Natalie still couldn’t get over it. But she truly had no strength left, and since she couldn’t break free, she stopped struggling aimlessly and reached over to pinch Zane’s waist.

She didn’t hold back with her pinch at all.

Zane winced in pain, his eyebrows knitted tightly.

"Ouch, are you trying to murder your own husband?"

Natalie snorted coldly.

"Weren’t you the same last night?"

Zane caught Natalie’s hand, holding it to his chest, then bent down to nibble on her ear.

"How were we the same last night?"

"How were we different? You almost tormented me to death. I said it hurt, yet did you stop?"

Natalie spoke while dodging Zane’s soft kisses, the disdain in her eyes clear.

Zane wasn’t bothered; if she evaded, he just followed.

"Are you sure it was only pain last night?"

The man raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming at his lips.

"I think you seemed quite comfortable."

Natalie: ...

"Isn’t that right? Seems like I didn’t serve well. Shall we try again?"

Natalie: ...

Could Zane just shut up?

Seeing this thorny rose of Natalie blooming brilliantly beneath him, Zane was in a particularly good mood.

But truly, Natalie was in a sorry state; her skin delicate, and even though Zane exercised restraint, he still left marks on her during the intense moments.

At those times, Natalie’s markings served as a stimulus for Zane.

Thus began an endless cycle, resulting in Natalie being covered in Zane’s imprints everywhere.

Even her ankles bore a bite mark and the grip marks from being tightly held.

Indeed, she looked quite pitiful.

Zane carefully and sincerely helped massage Natalie’s waist, trying to ease her soreness.

"Shall I run a hot bath for you?"

Natalie, frazzled by Zane’s massaging, wanted nothing more than for him to leave immediately.

"Hurry up."

The way she ordered Zane was getting more and more well-practiced.

Zane was aware he’d been hard on her, so he was happy to follow Natalie’s little temper now, doing whatever made her comfortable.

As soon as the man left, Natalie felt a source of warmth move away. Instinctively, she rolled around under the covers, yelping in pain.

"Damn man."

Natalie couldn’t help but curse a few more times, feeling for her phone on the nightstand, she opened Phoebe Quinn’s chat window and started bombing it.

"I slept with Zane."

"That damn man must’ve been a dog in his past life; he bit me all over."

"Zane also said he saved his first kiss for me. Why was his first time different from what’s online? My waist is almost broken from him."

"Men are all the same on bed, lousy behavior. He learned some crap from somewhere and even forced me to beg for mercy!"

"One day, I’ll make him call me ’daddy’ in bed."

"Yana, where are you? Why are you ignoring your darling on her birthday? Do you not love me anymore?"

Phoebe, just finished a meeting: ...

"Darling, I already sent you birthday wishes at midnight, several messages, and you didn’t reply to a single one."

"So, was it you sleeping with God Thorne or God Thorne sleeping with you?"

"Wow, is God Thorne really that fierce? He gave you his first kiss? God Thorne looks like he’s got skills, babe, you scored!"

"Boohoo, I’m so envious as a woman with no sex life."

"Is God Thorne that good in bed?"

"I bet you a hundred bucks you can’t make God Thorne call you ’daddy,’ if anything it’d be the other way around."

"Wait, wait, did you just reply because you battled with God Thorne until dawn?"

"Wow! Was it that intense for your first time? Babe, are you still alive?"

Seeing this string of messages, Natalie couldn’t help but admire Phoebe’s typing speed; she hadn’t even had a chance to say anything.

"Half-dead."

Phoebe: "Honestly, was it good?"

Natalie: ...

Last night, although Zane acted like a wolf, relentlessly clinging to her, most of the time, he was considerate of her feelings.

Zane wasn’t wrong; he indeed served her quite comfortably.

"It was good."

Answering truthfully.

Phoebe sent an awu emoji, and as a best friend for over twenty years, Natalie didn’t need to guess how she was acting on the other end.

However, Natalie still declined Phoebe’s video call request.

No way, how could she be seen like this? Not even by Phoebe.

In just a short while, Zane already had the bath ready. Wanting to provide complete service, he first wrapped Natalie in a light blanket, then carried her to the bathroom in a princess hold.

He was only wearing a towel, with his upper body bare.

Seemingly wanting to get some justice, Natalie reached out to grope the man’s impressive V-line.

Zane paused, looking down at the pitiful woman in his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Want to continue?"