Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: A punishment intoxicatingly this sweet
By the time Winter returned home, she was met with the most heartwarming sight—Kalix tucking Seren into bed.

The soft hum of an animated movie still played in the background before he reached over and switched off the screen. With quiet precision, he climbed down from the bed, his movements effortless and smooth.

Winter’s gaze flickered between Seren’s peaceful face and the man who now towered over her with just a few strides.

“Shall we start?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it held an undeniable command.

“I—I just got back,” she stammered, caught off guard by his immediate demand.

Kalix, however, only smirked. Without another word, he bent down, swept her into his arms, and carried her effortlessly toward his room.

It happened so fast that by the time Winter processed what was happening, they were already inside the bathroom.

Her breath hitched as anticipation coiled in her stomach. Kalix set her down gently, his hands lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Let’s shower together,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet utterly unshakable.

Winter’s eyes widened, her mind scrambling for a response, but all her senses had already betrayed her—trapped in the heat of his presence.

It was then that Winter realized Kalix was still wearing the same clothes from the office, which explained his sudden offer.

Her breath hitched as her eyes fluttered, a wave of heat coursing through her body. Blood rushed through her veins, pooling low in her stomach, a deep coil of anticipation tightening within her.

Before she could fully process it, her gaze landed on Kalix as he began stripping off his clothes.

First, his shirt. Then his pants. And then his—

Her eyes widened, her throat bobbing as his length sprang free, thick and rigid, pointing directly at her.

Her breath stalled, her pulse hammering as she took in the sight—the prominent veins, the sheer hardness of him, standing tall and demanding attention.

“Be quick. I’ll be waiting for you in the shower,” he murmured, his voice deep and laced with promise before disappearing behind the glass doors.

It took Winter a moment to snap out of her trance, but the second her eyes landed on the figure through the glass walls, her mind went hazy.

Kalix stood beneath the shower, his broad, sculpted back glistening as water cascaded down his skin. The way he ran a hand through his wet hair, muscles flexing with every movement, was nothing short of intoxicating.

A sudden, undeniable urge consumed her—to be with him, to share his space, to breathe the same air.

After rejecting Felix’s proposal earlier that evening, she realized just how much she had been looking forward to committing to Kalix. The words had come naturally, but only now did she grasp the weight of them—how much they had impacted her.

And yet, here she was, hesitating to step toward the very man she had chosen.

Without wasting another second, Winter quickly undressed, her heart pounding as she moved toward him, still wearing her undergarments.

Her gaze burned into him as he leaned against the wall, his head hanging low as if savoring the cool stream of water cascading over his body.

Without hesitation, Winter stepped behind him, her arms slipping around his waist as she pressed herself against his back.

Kalix stilled at the sudden warmth of her body melding with his, the water soaking them both. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he felt her soft lips brush against his skin. Turning gradually, he faced her, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“Needy, huh?” he teased, his fingers tracing the side of her face.

Winter instinctively leaned into his touch, shivering under the weight of his attention.

This man had an undeniable power over her—one that made her lose herself with just a simple caress.

Needy was an understatement. She craved him—his touch, his lips against her skin, his hands exploring every inch of her. And yet, when faced with his question, she found herself speechless. Instead, she tiptoed and brushed her lips over his in a featherlight kiss.

“Aren’t you eager to know what happened at dinner?” she murmured, her voice laced with mischief.

The moment the words left her lips, Kalix’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening in barely restrained fury.

“It’s unnecessary,” he muttered, his voice clipped as he fought to hold back his displeasure.

Winter, undeterred, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

“He proposed to me.”

Kalix’s grip tightened around her before he forcefully pulled her closer, pressing her flush against him.

The simmering rage in his eyes burned against her skin, yet he didn’t snap. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before he bit down—a clear punishment.

Winter gasped, the sharp sting sending a shiver down her spine. With a breathless hiss, she tangled her fingers in his hair and yanked him away.

“What did you say?” His voice was low, dangerous, their lips barely brushing as he demanded an answer.

Their breaths mingled, heat crackling between them, but the wicked part of her wanted to push him further.

“What do you think I said?” she teased, her voice laced with defiance.

Kalix’s gaze darkened at her smug expression. Without a word, his hands slid up her arms, gripping her shoulders before tugging down the delicate straps of her garment.

“Don’t test me, Angel,” he warned, his voice dripping with restrained fury.

But Winter wasn’t done playing.

“He said he was smitten with me the first time he saw me,” she murmured, watching his reaction with a knowing glint in her eyes.

Kalix’s brooding gaze never wavered.

“Then I suppose it’s time for him to say goodbye,” he murmured, his voice laced with a quiet, lethal promise. “Because no one gets to admire what’s mine.”

Winter’s eyes widened in alarm. A chill ran down her spine at the unmistakable threat in his tone.

Before she could fully process his words, a sharp snap echoed through the bathroom—followed by a sting of pain.

Winter hissed, her body jolting as the elastic struck her skin, the sudden sensation sending a shudder through her.

“Kalix…” Winter’s breath hitched as the sting lingered for a fleeting second before he unhooked the delicate fabric. It slid down her arms, pooling at their feet.

“I was talking about this,” he murmured, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

Winter gaped at him, watching as a cocky smirk curled on his lips. His playful deception was undeniably attractive, yet a sliver of unease coiled in her stomach.

Kalix was an unpredictable man. The way his expression shifted so effortlessly made her uncertain—was he teasing, or was there an underlying warning?

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down the length of her arms before traveling up to her collarbone… then lower, skimming the curves of her breasts.

Her hardened peaks ached for his touch, yet he purposely avoided them.

Holding her gaze, he leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close. “Again, what did you say?” His voice was soft this time, the gentleness melting some of the tension in her body.

Winter parted her lips, not to answer—but to kiss him.

Yet, he held back.

“Answer, Angel,” he demanded, his tone firmer now, laced with control.

A flicker of frustration crossed her features as he continued to push her, toying with both her mind and body.

His hand drifted lower, fingers skimming the edge of her panties.

Before she could process it, his hand slipped inside, his fingers brushing against her most sensitive spot.

“Say it,” he ordered.

Winter gasped, the intensity of his touch sending a jolt of heat through her veins. Her legs trembled beneath her, and instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him.

“I declined,” she breathed against his lips.

Kalix’s eyes darkened with something primal just as he pushed a finger inside her, making her entire body shudder in his hold.

“Ah—” she moaned, her grip on him tightening.

Kalix captured her lips in a possessive kiss, swallowing every breath she tried to take.

“Good,” he murmured against her mouth. “Because if you hadn’t, I have no idea what would’ve happened to that donkey.”

Winter giggled, unable to help herself. She loved this side of him—territorial, unyielding, completely claiming. Smiling against his lips, she kissed him back, surrendering to the moment.

With a swift motion, Kalix spun her, pressing her back against the cold wall, his fingers never ceasing their relentless torment against her clit.

Her breath hitched as he released her lips, moving lower to claim one of her breasts. His mouth closed around her hardened bud, his tongue flicking mercilessly.

A shudder racked through Winter’s body, a muffled moan escaping her lips as he sucked harder, sending electric waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She was completely overwhelmed by him—by the intensity, the raw possession in every touch.

Her mind blurred into nothingness, her body unraveling as pleasure built into a consuming crescendo. It didn’t take long before she came undone, her body trembling against his hold.

Kalix had promised punishment, and yet, this punishment was intoxicatingly sweet.

Her chest rose and fell as she fought to catch her breath, but Kalix didn’t give her a moment to recover. His lips found hers once again, sealing her fate beneath him.

Winter’s body ached for more, a craving she couldn’t deny.

But just as she opened her mouth to voice it, a familiar sensation coiled in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes widened in terror.

“Not now…” she gasped, panic lacing her voice as she hastily pushed him away.

Kalix blinked, momentarily stunned. His confusion was evident, but the sheer terror in her eyes told him everything.