CEO, Your Wife Has Left-Chapter 69: Only You Can Discipline Me

Kenneth Yates put on an innocent look. "Darling, I swear, you’re the only one who can tame me!"

Summer Lancaster chuckled at his expression. ’How have I never noticed how cute Kenneth is before?’

"Darling, hurry up and open the door." Kenneth Yates was reaching the end of his rope. A fire was burning in his loins, and all he wanted to do right now was press Summer Lancaster against the wall and kiss her fiercely.

"Didn’t you bring your keys?"

"You answered the phone but didn’t say anything, so I ran right out to find you. I didn’t have time to look for my keys!"

"How did you find me?" Summer Lancaster had been curious about that. How did he know where she was?

"It’s a secret."

"Hmph..." Summer Lancaster looked at him with disdain. ’Fine, don’t tell me. It’s not that big of a deal.’

The moment the door opened, Kenneth Yates pushed Summer Lancaster inside, spun her around, and pinned her against it, trapping her in his embrace. Summer’s eyes went wide. ’This man changes his mood faster than you can turn a page!’

"Wh-what are you doing?" Summer Lancaster stared at him, her innocent eyes flickering nervously.

"Time to continue the battle!" Kenneth Yates leaned in with a wicked grin and blew softly against her ear. Summer Lancaster tried to dodge his teasing touch, but she couldn’t escape his hold. He just pulled her right back.

"Kenneth Yates, you pervert!" Summer Lancaster lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"It looked like someone was enjoying herself quite a bit just now," Kenneth Yates said as his mischievous hand slipped under her clothes to cup her softness.

"Ah... Mmph..." Summer Lancaster’s body went limp, and she could only surrender to his assault. Kenneth Yates supported her sagging frame and lightly kissed her collarbone.

With a single, powerful motion, Kenneth Yates tore Summer Lancaster’s clothes in two. Summer gasped. It was cold to be suddenly exposed to the air, but more than that, she felt shy. She still wasn’t used to being naked with him like this.

"Darling, I can’t hold back any longer," Kenneth Yates panted, laying Summer Lancaster down on the floor.

"What?" Before Summer Lancaster could even react, a sharp pain shot through her lower body. He had been gone for so many days, and they hadn’t been together. This time felt much rougher, and before Summer had a chance to adjust, Kenneth Yates was already moving uncontrollably inside her.

"Kenneth! It hurts!" Summer Lancaster whimpered between breaths.

Kenneth Yates’s movements didn’t stop; if anything, they grew even more unrestrained. "Shh, be good. It’ll stop hurting in a moment." He stroked her hair, comforting her with doting affection.

Gradually, Summer felt the pain begin to subside, replaced by an ultimate pleasure. She wrapped her arms around the man’s moving hips. Feeling her touch, the man grew even more aroused...

That night, the two of them moved from the living room to the bathroom, and then to the bed. Kenneth Yates kept going until Summer Lancaster passed out from exhaustion. They hadn’t seen each other in over ten days and had truly missed one another. Kenneth didn’t know what was happening to him. He’d never felt like he couldn’t live without someone before. Summer was the first; she made him want to stay by her side every single moment.

The next day, when Summer Lancaster woke up, her whole body ached. She felt like she’d been run over by a truck. ’What on earth did that beast Kenneth Yates do to me yesterday?’ Summer wanted to get out of bed, but the man’s arm was holding her tightly, clinging to her even in his sleep.

Summer Lancaster looked at him. His sleeping face was like a baby’s, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. She wondered if he was having a sweet dream.

"Nngh..." Kenneth Yates let out a low groan. He seemed to be waking up.

Summer Lancaster quickly shut her eyes, pretending she was still asleep. Kenneth Yates didn’t notice she was faking it. He just gently removed his arm, kissed her on the lips, and got out of bed.