Chapter 17: What do I get in reward
Winter suspected this man was planning something, and the way he simply let her go didn't sit well with her.
"You'll see once you get there," Kalix stated with certainty.
It would have been more thoughtful if Winter had considered working with him. But she didn't tell him about her decision or what she planned to do now.
Winter's eyes hardened, and she shoved him away in anger.
"You won't do anything that will turn against you," she warned.
Winter would never want any obstacles in her interview, especially since she was convinced she could get through with just her qualifications.
Kalix, on the other hand, gazed at her in surprise. There was no one in the world who could defy him, but Winter did it twice. She not only rejected him but also challenged him.
"If you consider working for me, I won't." I also want you to move to my house," he remarked, surprising her.
Winter was already planning on looking for a place, but Kalix's hunch was such that he knew even before she said anything.
"And what makes you think I will obey you?" She asked, folding her hands.
Winter detested his attempts to dominate her. However, she also disliked the ease with which he drew her in.
'Get a grip, Winter,' she reminded herself, shoving away all of her thoughts.
Kalix possessed the ability to make anyone obey him, but she wasn't that person. Her name was Winter Greyson, and she solely listened to herself.
Kalix noticed the daunting look on her face and grasped for her nape, bringing her closer till their noses met.
Winter was surprised, but she was astounded by what he said next.
"You don't need to obey me since I'm already at your mercy, Angel. The point is, I don't want to force you...so please listen to me and don't make it difficult."
Winter swallowed, sensing the sincerity in his voice. There was something magnetic about him that shattered her determination in one motion, and before she could think, her head voluntarily nodded.
"That's my good girl," he whispered, nuzzling her face and smelling her alluring scent.
Winter closed her eyes and found herself entirely engrossed in the sensation crawling across her body.
She wanted to feel his presence, but she restrained herself with logic.
"And what do I get as a reward?" she said, causing him to back away in surprise.
Winter had given up fighting for her resistance. Deep down, she craved him, and when the opportunity presented itself, she grabbed it.
"What do you want?" He asked, his gaze penetrating through her yearning.
The way she looked at him with lust caused him to growl in rage. He was delighted to see the love in her eyes, but he also realized he had a long way to go before conquering her heart. However, this small amount of enjoyment was adequate because it made him aware of her eagerness.
Winter leaned in, placed her lips against his cold one, and whispered, "A kiss would satisfy."
Kalix immediately claimed her lips when she said those words, leaving no room for doubts.
Winter climbed across his lap, her legs clasped on either side as she adjusted herself. Her tongue pleaded for permission to enter his cavern, and he gave in, letting her in.
They were devouring one another, letting go of any tension in their bodies.
Winter had been wanting to taste him, and when the opportunity arose to ravish him, she went all in.
Moving her tongue, she tasted every nook of his mouth, allowing herself to become intoxicated by his taste.
Kalix did not hold back and kissed her with the same intensity. His hands moved all along her back, eventually landing on her buttocks.
With each kiss, he lightly squeezed them, eliciting a moan in return.
The pair finally broke away after over five minutes as they ran out of breath.
Winter panted, putting her head on his shoulder, while Kalix continued to stroke her back.
"I don't mind rewarding you as long as you agree with me," he continued, and she looked up at him in wonder.
Winter had let go of her defenses and given in to her need, but now that she had, he was not going to let her back down.
"But I have conditions," she murmured as his grip on her waist tightened.
"There is no condition in this word that I cannot break," he teased.
Winter's expression grew grim as she flashed him a furious glare, which he laughed off.
"Okay, go on. I am all ears," he replied, flashing his seductive smile that nearly whipped her, but she quickly calmed herself and continued...
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[Eric's Apartment]
After a long day, Eric decided to take a shower to relieve stress and stepped out only to discover Agnes seated on the bed in incredibly revealing lingerie.
Her alluring posture made him stop in his tracks, and the way she flicked her hair off her shoulder, exposing her nearly bare chest, made his groin tighten.
Agnes smirked, pleased with the effect she had on him, and carefully stepped down.
She swayed her hips as she approached him and came to rest her hand on his chest. Her gaze swept across his face as she slowly leaned in to kiss his earlobe.
Eric closed his eyes, his jaw clenching at the delicate touch; however, his body stilled when he felt her palm rubbing his dick against the towel.
As the strain mounted, he let out a groan and grabbed her wrist in an instant.
Agnes pulled back, a teasing smile lingering on her face, making it difficult for Eric to hang on.
"Don't hold back, Eric. I am all yours tonight," she said, moving closer and kissing his lips.
Eric didn't take a shower to get dirty, but the way Agnes attempted to weaken his resolve roused the beast that was sleeping within him, and he quickly lifted her in his arms and made his way to the bed.
Agnes bounced when Eric flung her onto the bed, letting out a small giggle as she saw him descend on her.
Eric ripped off her lingerie in an instant and tossed away his towel, releasing his tight dick before smashing it into her quivering pussy.
Agnes whined at the scorching feeling that nearly tore her clit while he continued to pound on her.
"Oh Eric, come for me, baby," she moaned, pressing her nails into his skin and feeling him tighten his thrust.
Their bodies synchronized, and the sound of their moans filled the room. Just as Eric thought he had reached his climax, he abruptly drew back and sprung over her flat tummy, squirting his juice all over.
Agnes exhaled, her eyes sprung open, and she watched him climb down.
"What the hell, Eric, why did you do that?" She burst angrily, moving up to sit.
Eric picked up the towel and rewrapped it around his torso."I did not use any protection, Agnes. There is no way I want you to get pregnant," he said, leaving her speechless.
"And what's wrong with that?" She snapped after a moment of silence and quickly got out of bed to follow him.
Agnes despised Eric's cold demeanor toward her. She initiated it because she desired it, but his resistance ruined her mood.
Eric gave her an infuriating glare. His jaw clenched at her desperation, but he didn't snap. He knew what Agnes was trying to do, but he wasn't in the mood to give in, not when he had other things to look for.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and reached out to hold her.
"Agnes, we have a long way to go. Furthermore, I don't want to burden you with a baby while you're already at the peak of your career," Eric explained.
He was well aware that Agnes valued her career above all else in life. After all, she couldn't give up her position as the top model for a mere baby.
Agnes' eyes softened as the hatred in her heart faded, and she carefully wrapped her arms around him.
"But I wanted to feel you more," she pouted, like a small child longing for attention.
Eric felt a wave of relief rush over him when he realized she was back to normal, and he swiftly released her and grabbed the rubber from the drawer.
"That we can do it," he remarked, displaying her item in his hand before the couple went for another round.