The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 112
The bluntness of the question threw her off, leaving her momentarily speechless. Her mind sluggishly processed his words. Like his face…
Well, maybe it was better to just say she liked his face.
“Yes, I like faces like yours, Marquis…”
“…”
Johanna’s quiet admission that she liked his face slipped out in a small voice. She silently prayed that her face wouldn’t flush. If her cheeks turned red now, he might start doubting her intentions. She needed to look completely emotionless, as if she had no personal feelings—none at all.
“Your type, huh… Come to think of it, I’ve never really considered what kind of face I like.”
“Is that so…”
“But I figured out recently what kind of body I like.”
“…?”
Leonid’s voice lowered as he slowly looked Johanna up and down. His gaze was like a lingering touch, making her feel her face heat up despite her efforts to stay composed.
“I like your body.”
“…”
“And… the s*x isn’t bad, either.”
The thick, suffocating tension between them made it hard to breathe. Avoiding his gaze, Johanna grabbed a cushion and hugged it close to her chest, as if it could shield her from the intense atmosphere. The air felt heavy, thick with his pheromones, like a cloud of overpowering perfume.
“I want to do it right now, too.”
The sound of her swallowing felt unbearably loud. She clutched the cushion tighter.
“But I’ll hold back for now. Since my rut is coming soon, you should save your strength.”
“…”
Handling an Alpha in rut was said to be far more exhausting than normal, a thought that made Johanna feel tired just thinking about it. Yet, despite that, her heart pounded in her chest, betraying a sense of anticipation. The contradiction of her emotions—the confusion, the tangled mess of feelings—left her mind in turmoil, like a knotted thread she couldn’t untangle.
“I enjoyed the drawing. You were so desperate to hide it, I almost thought you were secretly drawing a nude of me.”
At the ridiculous comment, Johanna’s head shot up, her mouth falling open in shock. Leonid, clearly amused by her dumbfounded expression, chuckled before taking it even further with another joke.
“Why didn’t you draw my body? Is it not your type?”
“W-What…!”
She wanted to snap back, but all that came out were scattered words, overwhelmed as she was by embarrassment. Her hands opened and closed as she struggled to find a response, her mind spinning.
“And what about this? The thing that’s always going in and out of you—is that not your type either?”
He gestured toward his legs suggestively, and at that moment, Johanna’s face flushed crimson. Unable to bear the teasing any longer, she shot to her feet, clutching the cushion in front of her like a shield as she stumbled backward.
“Enough, please—just leave!”
“I’m the homeowner.”
“But… but this is my room!”
Her face was as red as an apple, her gaze darting nervously around the room as her whole body trembled. The sight of her, flustered and trembling, made Leonid’s desire surge. He stared at her with open hunger in his eyes as he slowly rose to his feet.
“You do realize you’re the one provoking me, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe just your existence is the problem.”
Leonid’s slow, deliberate steps toward her were predatory, like a big cat stalking its prey. His presence filled the room with an undeniable sense of danger.
Johanna’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. The bathroom wasn’t far—if she could just reach it and lock the door…
“I can hear those gears turning in your head from here,” he teased.
“Y-You said you’d hold back…”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind. There are plenty of ways to ease this without going all the way.”
The ominous glint in his eyes as he stared at her made Johanna’s heart race in panic. She knew she wasn’t in a position to refuse him, yet her instincts screamed at her to find a way out. It was pure survival instinct.
She inched backward, watching him carefully, and then, in a sudden burst of desperation, she bolted toward the bathroom.
But, as expected, she didn’t make it far. He caught her before she could reach the door.
“If we get this out of the way now, it’ll make things easier when the rut hits, don’t you think?”
His voice was a low murmur against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine as he held her tightly from behind. The grip around her waist was firm, making any struggle seem futile. With a defeated sigh, Johanna let her body go limp in his arms, surrendering.
“That’s it… good girl.”
He tilted her chin, turning her head toward him, and pressed his lips to hers. It was surprisingly gentle, a kiss much softer than his usual ferocity.
