Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 1111 - 1107: I Hurt Even More Than You
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Beatrice Hargrave appeared at the door in a seductive pose, coquettishly calling, "Nicholas~"
Nicholas Croft turned his eyes and saw Beatrice’s outfit, his breath catching.
A half-smoked cigar pinched between his thumb and forefinger, some emotions choking in his throat, his thin lips trembled slightly, "Lara?" The two words slipped out unconsciously.
Today was a special day. He didn’t want to dampen the mood, but...
Beatrice’s attire was too much like his Lara, full of dirty braids, heavy makeup, and...
The bright red sheer lingerie she wore was just one of Sophie Foster’s little games she used to play to please him.
His chest felt suffocated, his throat seemed to be tightly squeezed, making it difficult to breathe.
Nicholas Croft sat on the sofa, feeling paralyzed, watching as Beatrice approached him with a seductive sway, one hand resting on her waist, unable to react.
Music began to play in the quiet space, an enchanting and ethereal melody, it’s Huang Ling’s [Itch]. In a daze, Beatrice was already in front of him, her hands on his shoulders, swaying her body to the ethereal music.
Her fingertips slid lightly over his chest, her seductive eyes asking him, "Do you like it, Nicholas?"
"Lara..." Nicholas Croft finally found his voice, the cigar pinched in his fingers fell onto the carpet, rolling towards the floor, lonely and smoking.
Nicholas Croft no longer had other thoughts, his large palm grasped the girl’s wrist in front of him, his voice hoarse as he continued to call, "Lara..."
In his upward gaze, his eyes were bright, like stars twinkling in the night sky. Sophie Foster knew, those were tears of joy.
She straddled his legs, her slender arms around his neck, her lips curved into a smile, asking, "Nicholas, is this a surprise?"
She tried to keep her lips curled, her voice already choked, two crystal beads clinging to her long eyelashes, waiting for his response.
Nicholas Croft responded with action, cupping Sophie Foster’s face and kissing her.
Though he had a cleanliness obsession, he never minded her cheap lipstick. Every kiss was unexpected, as long as she initiated, he wouldn’t refuse.
Because, ever since having her, he was addicted, unable to quit.
The kiss was not gentle at all, his sharp teeth biting her lips, it was a punishment, a release, and a frenzy and delight of something lost and regained.
She was just as unyielding, returning all his punishment.
In the heated entanglement, their teeth collided, crimson spreading in both mouths, unsure whose it was, or if both.
The salty taste mixed with the bloody scent filled both their mouths, the taste wasn’t pleasant but didn’t affect their passion.
In the fiery entanglement, both smiled, happiness flowed like spring water in their tightly closed eyes.
"Lara..." a murmured name, uttered with gritted teeth,
if possible, he’d want to crush her whole and consume her, so they’d never part again.
Through gritted teeth, he repeatedly called "Lara," his roughness making it difficult for her to bear, she furrowed her brow and softened her voice to plead, "Nicholas... gentle... Lara hurts..."
Before, as long as she pleaded he’d grant her wish, but now he showed no mercy, his blood-red eyes staring at her, saying through clenched teeth, "Your pain, I feel it too!"
The physical pain could heal, but the heartache had tormented him for so many years.
This heartless little thing, how could she be so ruthless!
Three years, over a thousand days and nights, how many times in dreams he’d turned to embrace that warmth he’d grown used to, every time waking up to emptiness, that feeling of loss and guilt had tormented him for so long, how could he easily let her go!
With a powerful lift of his large palm, in her startled cry she protested aggrievedly, "It’s your own fault!"
"My fault?" He gritted his teeth, lifting and pressing down heavily again, "It was your own mistake!"
"You didn’t care about me... If you hadn’t been so cruel... I wouldn’t have disappeared..."
"Darling, Nicholas never stopped caring... Nicholas...," he raised his head to savor, sighing, "just wanted you to learn a lesson..."
"Nicholas... Nicholas..."
In a satisfied sigh he suppressedly called "Lara..."
A thousand words conveyed in that name.
...
Night deepened, yet the newlyweds felt no sleepiness. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Nicholas Croft leaned against the bed, his chest exposed to the air, full of colorful marks.
Sophie Foster was the same, below her face was covered in a large patch of hickeys.
"... That’s how it went, if it weren’t for Hannah Hargrave’s scheme, I wouldn’t forgive you so easily."
After listening to Sophie’s account, Nicholas Croft turned to kiss her forehead, "I’m sorry, it was my negligence back then, jumping to conclusions without asking about the matter."
Sophie Foster’s focus wasn’t on that, but her own background, "Nicholas, will you look down on me?"
"Why ask that?" Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze, a cigarette between his fingers smoking, the broken hair at his forehead looking very sexy.
"Because..." Sophie Foster pursed her lips, her voice smaller, "I’m an illegitimate child,"
"Fool!" Nicholas Croft sighed in resignation, locking her head in his palm, pulling her toward him, his gaze full of affection, "Whose daughter you are is not your choice, no matter how you struggle it won’t change, now, just remember, you’re my woman, my legitimately wedded wife!"
