Revenge On Crazy Husband
32. I Love You

Stopping Demetrio with a definite strategy is actually impossible, because that person is really difficult to guess. He could suddenly do A and suddenly do B.

If Demetrio was considering something normal, it would be impossible for him to bring a new wife right after he returned from his honeymoon, but as Larisa said, he did not consider normal things.

To Demetrio, this world belonged to him and revolved around him. Therefore Larisa must use an uncertain strategy.

"Are you okay?"

Like tonight, Larisa came to Demetrio's room, asking about her arm being hit by an arrow.

"It's not that good" Demetrio replied with eyes focused on the iPad on his desk. "What's up, honey? I'm busy tonight so come back next time."

Larisa came in instead of leaving, closed the room door, even locked it. The act made Demetrio willing to turn his head, instantly frowning at Larisa's clothes.

Black lingerie with a transparent kimono does not cover the fact that there are many open corners.

I thought he was mad at me, Demetrio thought. I know her mother came and probably strangled her earlier, because of Isabel.

But instead of looking to kill Demetrio, Larisa seems to want to seduce Demetrio tonight.

Interesting, Demetrio murmured again. I'll give her a kiss and then refuse. He must be upset.

Seeing Larisa's upset face always made Demetrio horny.

"You walked from your room down here in those clothes?" Demetrio clucked as if in disbelief. "My wife is being so naughty."

"You don't like it?"

"Not really." Demetrio smiled faintly and refocused on his desk. "Isabel's body is more seductive so—"

"Dear." Larisa silences Demetrio with a friendly call while leading him up. "There's something I want to say."

"really?" Demetrio took his hand off the iPad at the table, letting Larisa sit on his lap.

"What do you want to talk about?" asked Demetrio gently.

Larisa put her hands behind Demetrio's neck. Closer to his jaw and take a breath from there. The sharp aroma of the fragrance Demetrio wore instantly filled Larisa's smell.

"I," Larisa whispered weakly, "doesn't understand you."

Demetrio who did not expect Larisa's appeal would not want to swallow.

"Well what? I consider myself quite simple and easy to understand" he replied, trying to neutralize the sensual atmosphere Larisa created.

"No, it's hard." Larisa deliberately stroked Demetrio's back hair. "It's hard to understand about you. It's hard to know if you really want me or not."

"...." - ".Demetrio. His free-moving hand was now up and down stroking Larisa's back. "It depends on you" he whispered, retorting to Larisa. "Do you want me or not, Larisa?"

"I want to." Larisa escaped her hand to Demetrio's neck, stroking her jugularis which instantly forced Demetrio's breath to be blocked. "I want you and always want you."

Just a moment after, Demetrio pulled the nape of Larisa, kissing her lips full of passion.

"Then show me," the man growled. "Tell me how much you want."

Larisa smiled before replacing it entirely with a sigh.

The intentions of Demetrio who initially refused could not be realized. The man dissolves in the cradle of his desires, not concealing the passionate lust stirring within him.

Larisa manages to seduce Demetrio. Roll over on the bed as if the world belonged to both of them and no one should bother him.

"Demetry." Larisa whispered desperately in her arms. "I love you."

Demetrio smiled stroking his cheeks. "Prove it to me, then."

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