The CEO's Mischievous Little Bride
Chapter194 Congratulations on Patrick’s Success

Vera sat at the dressing table, tending to her skincare routine. Through the mirror, she caught Patrick's gaze from the bed. "Honey, I know you hate me, but could you not show it so intensely? I can feel you wanting to devour me just by looking

in the mirror."

"Yes, I do want to devour you."

After finishing her skincare, Vera turned off the lamp on the table, leaving only the two bedside lamps lit. She went to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and slipped in.

"Honey, you really can't do it anymore, can you?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Patrick replied, "Do you want to check?"

Vera immediately shook her head. "No." That would be too embarrassing.

"If you're too embarrassed to look, why don't you help me check?"

"How do I check?" Vera asked, puzzled.

Patrick moved slightly, pulling Vera into the bed beside him. As she panicked, he pressed down on her. "You can check personally."

Vera instantly understood. "Honey, I'm afraid that if you have lost your ability, you'll get upset and take it out on me."

Patrick wrapped one arm around her waist, while his other hand rested on her leg, teasing her. "Don't worry, what if I still have my ability?"

He leaned in and kissed her neck. Under the covers, Vera clutched her dress, trying to prevent him from going too far. She also had to free one hand to push him away from her neck. "Honey, my neck is ticklish, don't lick it."

Patrick switched to sucking instead, his hand mischievously lifting her nightgown to her waist, his hand caressing her slender waist. Vera's skin erupted in goosebumps.

Nervously, Vera said something that made Patrick move even faster. "Honey, I've checked, and I think you really have lost your ability. Let's not continue."

She thought this would make Patrick give up. But instead of stopping, Patrick became even more aggressive. He cupped the back of Vera's head, his lips grinding against hers, his tongue entwining with hers.

Unable to remove her clothes, Patrick simply tore them apart with his strength, which frightened Vera. She pushed against him, her heart racing. "Honey, you..."

The rest of her words were swallowed. Her body was now as bare as a peeled egg. Patrick undid his pajamas, pressing down on Vera as he discarded them.

"You..."

She couldn't even complete a sentence. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, and Vera's heart leapt into her throat. She was utterly terrified and knew what was coming.

Patrick released her, looking at her stunned expression. He followed Vera's suggestion once more. "Do you want to continue?"

Vera's heart pounded, unsure how to respond. At that moment, Vera's phone rang. She immediately pointed to the phone. "Honey, let me take this call."

Patrick, however, picked up the phone and, without looking, smashed it to the ground, shattering the screen.

"That was my phone! You owe me a new one!" Vera protested, patting his chest.

Patrick declared, "Anyone who dares to interrupt me now, I'll kill them!"

Vera's shoulders shrank in fear. Patrick seemed genuinely angry. "Vera, do you agree to continue, or are you being forced to?"

Vera weakly asked, "Can I say no?" She was afraid of the pain.

Patrick's expression turned wicked. He stroked her cheek with his fingers, his lips brushing her brow, nose, and lips, then slowly said, "No, you can't."

Vera knew that tonight, she was doomed. The first night she had anticipated having a sexual relationship with him had no sense of ceremony. It wasn't even a special occasion. She wasn't prepared at all, not even with an excuse to refuse. On an ordinary day, she had crippled Patrick, and now he was using her to test if his sexual ability was normal. Vera felt like crying but had no tears.

She closed her eyes. Patrick understood what Vera meant. He lowered his head and kissed her gently. Vera's hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her palms sweating and dampening the sheets, causing them to wrinkle. Patrick treated her with all the gentleness he could muster. Yet, Vera, who had no prior sexual experience, cried from the pain. She felt that novels were deceptive, but the knowledge about sex was not.

The pain brought tears to her eyes. She pushed Patrick, her whole body resisting, trying to stop him from moving. However, Patrick seemed oblivious to her cries and refusals. The moment he entered Vera's body, he felt an unprecedented comfort, as if he had ascended to a layer of cotton. The bedsheets were in disarray, and beneath him, Vera's cries were hoarse, her nails leaving marks on his back. She didn't know how long it lasted, but she felt her consciousness blur. Even her breath seemed to carry Patrick's scent. And so, she and Patrick clumsily completed their first act of love.

The night sky was bright, dotted with stars. Everyone else had turned off their lights and gone to sleep, except for one room, where a dim yellow light stayed on all night. Their intertwined bodies constantly spoke of his excitement and her pain.

It was done. Vera no longer had to live in fear, and Patrick no longer had to suppress his sexual desires. Later, Vera didn't know how she fell asleep. Her last memory was Patrick asking her, "Am I still capable?" Vera couldn't answer. Anyway, she was done for. His burning body enveloped her tightly. Vera felt a mix of regret and relief.

She woke up the next morning. Sitting up in bed, her head was in a daze. Her usually delicate and tender skin, white with a hint of pink, was now covered in marks. Her eyelids were swollen from crying in pain the previous night. A man walked out of the dressing room-it was Patrick, looking spirited and elegant. Seeing the dazed Vera on the bed, Patrick smiled with satisfaction, his mood better than ever. He had resolved a major life issue and fulfilled his wish of making love to her. He sat on the bed, leaned close to Vera, and lifted her chin, ready to kiss her. "You big liar!" she cursed as soon as she opened her mouth. Patrick laughed and asked, "What did I lie to you about?" "You never had any sexual dysfunction!" "So, it seems I satisfied you last night."

Vera thought to herself, her legs were weak, her body naked, not suitable for a fight!

She held back. At that moment, Patrick looked at her naked body, recalling the pleasure of making love to her.

His eyes darkened, and his desire reignited. He cupped her head, kissing her lips passionately while pinning her hands down on the bed. He pulled off the tie from his freshly changed business suit and used it to bind Vera's hands. His shirt now had wrinkles.

"Patrick, do you believe I'll cut off your tongue, gouge out your eyes, slice off your ears, chop off your hands, and... you bastard!"

Vera's curses were ultimately silenced by another form of punishment from him.