The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

“I’m ready to face society,” I reassured him when he remained silent.

I saw the confusion in his eyes caused by my sudden decision. He didn’t understand the reason behind it-his flesh and blood growing inside me.

His features softened as he cupped my face and whispered between our lips, “As I told you before, I need some time to end things with Debbie.” Then, as if he was reading my expression, he searched my face with his gaze and added something that shocked me, “We’re facing a big problem with our last shipment. Some of my employees are involved in a drug deal.”

I frowned. So he knows! Why was Debbie insisting that Rafael didn’t know anything yet? I hesitated, unsure whether I should tell him about my upcoming meeting with Debbie and her friend or not.

He stayed silent, just glaring at my face, but I felt the change in his aura-a cold, furious glint in his eyes.

I thought he was angry because of the shipment and the betrayal by his employees.

He cupped my face again and kissed me so furiously that my back hit the wall. After a little while, he rested his forehead on mine and, with his eyes closed, mumbled, “I won’t let you down, I promise. If you did something wrong, I’ll protect you as always, Natalie.”

I was confused. What was he talking about?

However, I didn’t pay too much attention to what he said. I undid his pajama bottoms and whispered, “I want to take control tonight.”

He froze, frowned, and then asked, “What do you mean?”

“You’re planning to sleep with me, aren’t you?” I asked, scanning his room with my eyes, noticing the materials he had prepared.

He raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms over his bare chest, and asked, “And?”

I traced lines with my finger from his crossed arms down to his abdomen, stopping at the edge of his trousers.

“I am saying, I want to take control this time,” I whispered near his ear.

He caught my hand, which was on the edge of his trousers, and said, “You know that’s not allowed!” His voice trembled a little.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Why not?” I asked. “I want to try.”

“No way, Natalie!” he stubbornly refused. “We’re not going to do this!”

I fixed my gaze on his face. He seemed a little nervous, which made me smirk at him. Without warning, I pushed him away.

The confusion was obvious on his face. I said, “Then, you won’t have me tonight!”

He raised an eyebrow, took steps forward, and caged me between his solid arms and the wall behind me.

He teased, “If I want to take you right now, right here, I will. And you will be screaming just from pleasure.” His strong aura was sending dangerous waves through the air.

The temperature increased instantly inside my body. I squeezed my legs together to reduce it. I won’t surrender to him that easily.

“What you’re asking is beyond my tolerance. I can’t do it, Natalie. Ask me anything else,” he said, his voice tinged with desperation.

I sighed, then bent down and slipped out of his cage as quickly as I could.

“I’m going to my room!” I said and opened the door.

Before I could step out of the room, he grabbed me into his embrace, my back facing his warm chest. He whispered, “Tell me, what’s going on with you? Why are you so frustrated and sad?”

I didn’t expect he would feel me. My eyes welled up with tears, but I stayed silent. He hugged me more tightly and said gently, “You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever’s frustrating you.”

I sighed heavily and said, “It’s about one of my friends.” He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, “Go on, I’m here to listen.”

I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, “She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.”

I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, “Why doesn’t he want his WIFE to get pregnant?” Focusing on the word “wife.”

I swallowed, wrapped my arms around his neck and replied, “He told her they’re not ready for kids.”

“Emm. Did they agree on that from the start?” he asked, gently combing my hair with his hands.

“No, I mean yes. But she forgot to take her pills,” I explained.

“She should be more careful,” he said, then placed his hand on my belly and said, “Don’t forget to take your pills regularly. We don’t want to face that now.”

To cover my expression, I pushed his hands off me and stood.

I stared at his face with a fake smile and said, “I want to take control this night, please.”

He sighed, “But… I don’t know, Natalie, if I can do this.”

“I wasn’t able to do what you asked me to do before, Rafael, but I did it just to please you,” I said.

“You’re not the monster that I am, Natalie. You’re sweet, adorable. You can’t harm an ant,” he said, standing and caressing my cheek.

“I don’t want to turn you into a monster. You’re so innocent,” he added.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m leaving. When I feel I’m ready to be under your control, I’ll let you know.”

“No, wait! If you need this so badly…” he said, “I’m ready.” When I turned towards him, my eyes widened, and I stopped breathing.

He was on his knees, his hands on his thighs, and his head down.

I blinked, unable to believe it. Even though I asked him to, deep in my heart, I didn’t expect he would agree.

“Rafael! What are you doing?” I asked in a low voice tinged with disbelief.

He didn’t lift his head. He stayed staring down at his knees and said, “I am ready for you, ma’am.”

Oh no!

I laughed nervously. “I… I’m… Raf, I…” I stammered, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, he stood up, went to one of the drawers, and grabbed a whip. Then he got back, sat down on his knees again in the same previous position, bare-chested, with the whip beside him. He said, “I’m ready!”