Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 48

Yvonne was completely exhausted.

“Say it—call me ‘husband’.” Marico was relentless.

“Mmm…” Yvonne bit her lip, her voice coming out soft and sweet, barely more than a whimper.

“Good girl. If it feels good, just let it out. Don’t hold back.” Marico leaned down, his lips brushing the pale skin of her neck. In the mirror, he watched as Yvonne’s cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy and inviting—a look that made his voice drop low and coaxing.

“Marico!” Yvonne gritted her teeth, calling him by name, her tone edged with stubborn resistance.

She honestly wanted to escape. Seeing herself so utterly exposed, tangled up with him, made her too embarrassed to meet her own gaze in the mirror.

“So you dare call me by my name now?” Marico murmured against her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin.

The sensation made Yvonne cry out, her resistance crumbling.

Marico let out a low, satisfied laugh, clearly pleased by her honest reaction.

“Are you going to call me ‘husband’?” In the mirror, the hair falling over his forehead was damp with sweat, all traces of his usual cool composure gone.

Yvonne couldn’t bear to look at the reflection of her own wanton expression.

“You’re such a bully!” she complained, but her words dissolved into breathless, broken moans.

“If you don’t say it, I can be even more of a bully.” Marico’s eyes swept over her, drinking in the way she looked—his heart practically melting at the sight.

He’d never been the jealous or possessive kind, not one to lose control over anyone. But with Yvonne, all his restraint vanished. She was his weakness, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Hubby… I’m sorry…” Yvonne finally pleaded, her voice trembling and syrupy, clinging to him for mercy.

Marico knew how sensitive she was, how her body responded to every touch.

Yvonne collapsed against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered, her legs unable to hold her up.

“We’re not done. Let’s go to bed.” Only then did she release her lower lip, which she’d been biting so hard.

As soon as they reached the bed, Marico handed her a glass of water, coaxing her to take a few sips—then he began again.

“Hmph! If your company wasn’t so strict, my team wouldn’t have to rush every deadline. And for the record, I didn’t even want to drink last night—I was set up!” Yvonne lay there, grumbling through gritted teeth.

It had to be Linda.

Marico’s expression darkened at her words, recalling the way Yvonne had looked, flustered and anxious, when he’d found her at the door the night before. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

“Who set you up?”

“After Grace left, Linda told me I had to go make a toast,” Yvonne answered honestly.

“I see. I’ll have William look into this personally.” Marico’s tone grew icy as he pulled out his phone.

“I need to get up—there’s no way I can make breakfast today,” Yvonne muttered, grabbing her clothes and starting to dress. As she glanced up, she caught sight of Marico standing by the window, phone in hand, already texting instructions.

She hesitated, her movements stalling.

“Um…” Yvonne wanted to ask him to leave the room for a moment.