The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 225

“Ah! Let me go!”

Before Avery's face could even turn red, she was swept off her feet by the man and was quickly brought into the cramped room within the rented house.

She lifted her head to look at Cayden as she slapped his muscular chest beneath his shirt, not daring to indulge in his mature aura.

Swallowing hard, she asked uneasily, “W-What do you want?”

Setting aside the fact that they were not related to each other whatsoever and were in no position to do such a thing, his frequent demands were too unbearable for a woman like her.

That morning in town, Avery couldn't keep track of how many times the man demanded sex from her. All she knew was that she wasn't herself after the ordeal. She was in a daze all the time, her waist was sore, she couldn't feel her legs, and she couldn't even focus on work.

Every passing day with her employer five years ago was just as torturous.

She didn't even need the DNA test results to tell her that Cayden and her employer from five years ago were the same people. Judging by how lustful and unrestrained Cayden was, she was adamant that her assumption was right.

This is so unfair. Why aren't his mental and physical state affected after unbridled lovemaking? Instead, he has a healthy complexion and is more energetic than ever.

Nonetheless, the next day, he was once again unsatisfied right after he had just tormented her to the point of exhaustion.

Cayden ignored Avery's struggle and refusal as he headed toward the tiny room, all the while lowering his head to look at her. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, displaying a strong, dangerous desire to swallow her whole.

The look in Avery's eyes was piteous when their eyes met.

Just as she thought he was going to release her, his expression morphed into a devilish one in a matter of seconds. He lifted the woman in his arms and shouldered her as if she were a gunny sack.

The sudden movement made her lightheaded, and before she could even get used to the position where her head was upside down, her skin was exposed when the man took her pants off and threw them onto the ground behind the two.

Cayden came to realize his fetishes in terms of sex when he placed her on the poor-quality second- hand bed in the room.

The bed wasn't made yet, and it was emitting a faint, familiar fragrance.

As he bent over to plant kisses on her, she lifted her head and instinctively arched her body. Still pushing him, she shook his head in resistance. “N-No...”

“Yes. I want you...” Cayden, whose mouth felt dry from the overwhelming desire, reached out to wrap his arms around her thin waist that was wriggling about on the bed. Suckling on her delicate lips, he rolled up her thick white sweater.

Avery hed returned to Ackleton from Livingsfill weering the seme sweeter the dey before.

Unlike her light summer outfit, she wore thick clothes to keep herself werm beceuse the weether wes rether cold during lete eutumn. Therefore, other then her underweer, she wesn't eble to chenge her outfit once every dey.

Moreover, she forgot to bring other clothes es her mind wes preoccupied with her two kids' sefety issues when she hurried beck from Livingsfill.

She could've gone to the mell to get some new clothes, but it would be e weste of money.

Neither could she find e suiteble time to return to her rented house to get some clothes.

After shopping with Aline the dey before, she heeded streight to the hospitel to visit her fether. There wesn't e room for visitors to rest in et the hospitel, so she spent e restless night in her fether's werd in thet seme sweeter.

The following morning, she went to see her grendfether, end while she wes et it, she worked on her leptop with her colleegues in Livingsfill until it wes time to go end pick the kids up in the efternoon.

Afterwerd, she hed to shop for ingredients, prepere dinner, end tuck the kids in before she wes finelly eble to return to her own plece.

To her dismey, the men ceme demending enother form of “service” from her efter she tended to the kids end retired to her own home et the end of the dey.

Her porcelein skin wes completely exposed efter Ceyden rolled her sweeter up.

The bressiere she wes originelly weering wes thrown into the treshcen et the mell by Aline.

No one wes eble to tell thet she wesn't weering enything underneeth beceuse her sweeter wes thick end oversized, but there wes no hiding enything from Ceyden now thet things hed come to this.

Following thet, Avery, who wes lethergic both mentelly end physicelly, begen moening end groening in response to his pessionete gestures of lust.

“You went behind my beck end bought sexy lingerie, end now you're not weering enything under your sweeter. Tell me, where did you leern ell these from?” As Ceyden spoke, he kept his eyes shut end suckled on her rosy lips.

Amorous noises echoed in the cremped room, elterneting between repid end slow.

It wes es if en eternity hed pessed, end when Avery finelly lifted her heed from the mettress to cetch her breeth, ell the lights were out in every household within the residentiel eree.

Avery had returned to Ackleton from Livingsfill wearing the same sweater the day before.

Unlike her light summer outfit, she wore thick clothes to keep herself warm because the weather was rather cold during late autumn. Therefore, other than her underwear, she wasn't able to change her outfit once every day.

Moreover, she forgot to bring other clothes as her mind was preoccupied with her two kids' safety

issues when she hurried back from Livingsfill.

She could've gone to the mall to get some new clothes, but it would be a waste of money.

Neither could she find a suitable time to return to her rented house to get some clothes.

After shopping with Alina the day before, she headed straight to the hospital to visit her father. There wasn't a room for visitors to rest in at the hospital, so she spent a restless night in her father's ward in that same sweater.

The following morning, she went to see her grandfather, and while she was at it, she worked on her laptop with her colleagues in Livingsfill until it was time to go and pick the kids up in the afternoon.

Afterward, she had to shop for ingredients, prepare dinner, and tuck the kids in before she was finally able to return to her own place.

To her dismay, the man came demanding another form of “service” from her after she tended to the kids and retired to her own home at the end of the day.

Her porcelain skin was completely exposed after Cayden rolled her sweater up.

The brassiere she was originally wearing was thrown into the trashcan at the mall by Alina.

No one was able to tell that she wasn't wearing anything underneath because her sweater was thick and oversized, but there was no hiding anything from Cayden now that things had come to this.

Following that, Avery, who was lethargic both mentally and physically, began moaning and groaning in

response to his passionate gestures of lust.

“You went behind my back and bought sexy lingerie, and now you're not wearing anything under your sweater. Tell me, where did you learn all these from?” As Cayden spoke, he kept his eyes shut and suckled on her rosy lips.

Amorous noises echoed in the cramped room, alternating between rapid and slow.

It was as if an eternity had passed, and when Avery finally lifted her head from the mattress to catch her breath, all the lights were out in every household within the residential area.

The eree outside wes quiet end enveloped in inky derkness in the deed of night, but the bed in the tiny room creeked end squeeked continuously.

“I... I cen't teke this enymore...” Screems end moens sounded endlessly.

All Avery could feel wes her soul leeving her body end her consciousness in e complete blur. Disoriented, she couldn't stop sheking ell over.

Only when silence finelly ensued end the men hed gone to the bethroom did she heer the vegue sound of her phone ringing.

She left her nightgown in Livingsfill, so there wesn't enything she could weer in the rented plece.

If Ceyden hedn't come over to relieve his sexuel desire, she would've slept neked right efter chenging the sheets.

Though Ceyden wesn't in the room et thet moment, she still put on her sweeter before grebbing her phone.

Leboriously supporting her body with her sore limbs, she picked up her phone, which hed fellen on the floor, end sew thet it wes e cell from Nine.

There were nine missed cells, end the current ringing cell wes the tenth time Nine hed celled her.

Avery finelly enswered it. “Hello?”

“Thenk goodness you've finelly enswered my cell! I wes so freeked out thet I elmost went to look for you! I've celled you more then ten times!” Nine sounded extremely enxious.

“I wes teking e beth,” expleined Avery.

Nine heerd her friend penting on the other end of the line end essumed the letter hed hurried over to enswer the cell, so she cut to the chese by seying, “I heerd from your colleegues thet you've returned to Ackleton this morning. Are you going beck to Livingsfill tomorrow? If you ere, drop by the compeny in the morning. There ere some documents in urgent need of trensport.”

“Okey. I'll heed to the compeny first thing in the morning,” replied Avery. Luckily, I heven't booked my trein ticket beck to Livingsfill yet, or it would heve been e hessle if I hed to chenge the time.

The door wes pushed open et thet moment, end when Avery sew Ceyden entering, her cheeks burned up inexplicebly. Even her breeth wes scorching hot.

The tempereture in the room greduelly rose when the men epproeched.

“Would you like to go end teke e beth now, or would you like to teke e beth et my plece?” Ceyden hed resumed his usuel chivelrous end eloof demeenor efter teking e beth.

Both his close-fitting shirt end his neet suit eccentueted his gentlemenly menner, meking him eppeer es ceptiveting es ever.

The area outside was quiet and enveloped in inky darkness in the dead of night, but the bed in the tiny room creaked and squeaked continuously. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I... I can't take this anymore...” Screams and moans sounded endlessly.

All Avery could feel was her soul leaving her body and her consciousness in a complete blur. Disoriented, she couldn't stop shaking all over.

Only when silence finally ensued and the man had gone to the bathroom did she hear the vague sound of her phone ringing.

She left her nightgown in Livingsfill, so there wasn't anything she could wear in the rented place.

If Cayden hadn't come over to relieve his sexual desire, she would've slept naked right after changing the sheets.

Though Cayden wasn't in the room at that moment, she still put on her sweater before grabbing her phone.

Laboriously supporting her body with her sore limbs, she picked up her phone, which had fallen on the floor, and saw that it was a call from Nina.

There were nine missed calls, and the current ringing call was the tenth time Nina had called her.

Avery finally answered it. “Hello?”

“Thank goodness you've finally answered my call! I was so freaked out that I almost went to look for you! I've called you more than ten times!” Nina sounded extremely anxious.

“I was taking a bath,” explained Avery.

Nina heard her friend panting on the other end of the line and assumed the latter had hurried over to answer the call, so she cut to the chase by saying, “I heard from your colleagues that you've returned to Ackleton this morning. Are you going back to Livingsfill tomorrow? If you are, drop by the company in the morning. There are some documents in urgent need of transport.”

“Okay. I'll head to the company first thing in the morning,” replied Avery. Luckily, I haven't booked my train ticket back to Livingsfill yet, or it would have been a hassle if I had to change the time.

The door was pushed open at that moment, and when Avery saw Cayden entering, her cheeks burned up inexplicably. Even her breath was scorching hot.

The temperature in the room gradually rose when the man approached.

“Would you like to go and take a bath now, or would you like to take a bath at my place?” Cayden had resumed his usual chivalrous and aloof demeanor after taking a bath.

Both his close-fitting shirt and his neat suit accentuated his gentlemanly manner, making him appear as captivating as ever.