Chapter 425: Gift

The clothes lay scattered around the sofa, as the two naked bodies indulged in a passionate, intimate act on that sofa, without any care in the world.

The loud and seductive moans of a woman filled the surroundings, trying to keep up with the relentless man hovering over her, dominating not just her body but even her soul entirely.

Natalie’s breath came in short, trembling gasps, body slick with sweat and limbs trembling from the waves that had already crashed over her again and again.

She collapsed back onto the cushions, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving. "I... I can’t," she whispered, voice hoarse with pleasure and exhaustion.

But Justin wasn’t finished.

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, his voice rough and commanding. "Yes, you can. Turn over."

She blinked, dazed. "But—"

He cut her off with a kiss, deep and consuming, stealing the last of her resistance. "You’re mine today. Every last part of you. Be a good girl."

With a soft whimper, she obeyed, her body aching yet craving more. He guided her firmly, possessively—one hand on her hip, the other steadying her.

"Just like that," he growled, as he guided her hands to hold on to the handrest of the sofa. "Now hold still for me."

And as he moved behind her, the sofa groaned beneath them, matching the rhythm of his relentless hunger and her surrender—wild and untamed.

The muscles of his hands that held her and his perfectly sculpted long legs looked taut as he moved with perfection, each thrust driving her to madness.

He didn’t let up.

With a growl of hunger still unsatisfied, he pulled her up and turned her, lifting her with ease. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively as he pressed her back against the wall beside the sofa, holding her in place like she weighed nothing.

She gasped, overwhelmed again. "You’re insatiable..."

His eyes burned into hers. "No. I’m just addicted—to you."

Their bodies collided again, harder this time, the rhythm wild and unrestrained.

The world outside faded into nothing but skin, breath, and heat."Say it," he demanded between thrusts, voice low and fierce. "Say who you belong to."

She could barely speak, but the words spilled from her lips like a vow. "You... I’m yours. Only yours."

That was all he needed. With one final, powerful motion, they fell into release together—loud, breathless, trembling.

Silence followed, thick and warm. He held her tightly, not letting her feet touch the floor just yet.

"Are you done yet?" she whispered in the crook of his neck.

He didn’t stop despite so many times she had asked him to, so she wanted to hear it from him—whether she should be relaxed or ready for him again.

His fingers traced her spine gently under her sweaty skin, and he planted a soft kiss on her head, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

"We can continue it later." With that, he lifted her—just like that—with her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding her at the hips. "Let’s freshen up."

Just as she turned to go to his room upstairs, she looked at the messy sofa over his shoulder, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck. "We need to clean the mess on the sofa."

"Don’t worry about it," he said and carried her anyway.

All freshened up with a nice soak in the bathtub, Justin wrapped her in the bathrobe and brought her to bed. She looked utterly exhausted.

"Rest for a while. I’ll wake you up when the food is ready," he said.

She hummed in a dazed state and closed her heavy eyes. She had woken up early that morning to get on the flight and traveled a few hours, only to have to face the Riverdale family’s arrogant elder and their guest, and then meet her mother-in-law. It was late noon, and she had no chance to rest anymore.

Due to what they were busy doing for the past few hours on that lavish sofa in the drawing room, she had even missed lunch.

Justin let her sleep for an hour while he himself lay next to her. Just an hour of sleep with her next to him was enough to make up for the lack of sleep he’d felt over the past few days without her.

He woke her up, and they had a meal together. Though Natalie was still drowsy, there was no way she would say no to the food.

"Are we returning to Riverdale estate?" she asked.

"You are tired. Let’s just stay here today. We’ll return there tomorrow morning," Justin replied.

She gave out a sigh of relief. "The last thing I want is to see that old man when all I want to do is relax and rest. But then, won’t Meira feel scared if you’re not around?"

"Noah is there, so she’ll be fine," Justin assured.

"You truly care for her, I see," Natalie said, her praise genuine. "Or you wouldn’t keep your most precious assistant by her side."

"He connects with her well," Justin replied. "Now stop worrying about them and rest, or I assure you, I can still keep you awake for long."

Natalie quickly jumped on the bed and covered herself with the blanket. "I am sleepy. Good night."

Justin smiled to see her so scared—it made him wonder if he was truly too much, but then he brushed it off, thinking she has to get used to it.

He covered her with a blanket, pecked her lips, said goodnight, and left to do some work in his study. Natalie didn’t stop him either, knowing he had been busy with her and hadn’t had time to attend to his work.

Entering his study, Justin made a call to Noah.

"How is she?" Justin asked.

"Seems fine," Noah answered and explained where he had taken her out during the day and what she did.

Justin hummed and informed him, "I will return tomorrow."

"Understood," Noah replied, and Justin hung up the call.

He went to Meira’s room and knocked on the door, only to have Lana open it. Not entering the room, Noah spoke from the doorway.

"Mr. Aiden will return tomorrow. Let Ms. Meira know," Noah said.

Just then, a soft and sweet voice came through. "Mr. Noah."

He looked at the young woman who appeared in his line of sight. "Thank you for taking me out today." She handed him a small gift box.

"There’s no need for the gift," he said, keeping his tone polite.

"I got a gift for everyone. I mean you, Lana, and my brother and his wife." She looked at Lana. "I gave you one as well, right?"

Lana nodded slightly as she looked at Noah. He understood Lana must have said no to the gift as well, but the girl must have insisted, and Lana had accepted it to avoid hurting her feelings.

Noah accepted it too, not wanting to disappoint her, and said, "Thank you. But next time, just buy things for yourself."

Meira nodded, and Noah left.

Meira hesitantly looked at Lana. "Did I upset him by giving him a gift?"

Lana closed the door and said, "It’s not like that, Ms. Meira. But our boss has appointed us with your responsibility. Doing anything for you is our job. You don’t have to show your gratitude or give us a gift. You should care more for yourself."

Meira didn’t quite understand the way these people’s minds worked, but she nodded in understanding anyway.