The Domineering Wife of the Disabled CEO

Dusk was falling, and the Hamilton Villa was shrouded in the night, resembling a lurking beast. The villa was adorned with lights.

In the master bedroom on the third floor, suppressed panting mingled with the ambiguous night.

The buttons of Victoria Neville's dress were completely undone, her breasts exposed, and the next second, they were taken into the man's mouth with a low gasp.

Victoria leaned back, her hands propped on the man's legs, her reason and pleasure stretched to the limit.

Wasn't Edward Hamilton supposed to be in a vegetative state?

What kind of vegetative person could hold her chest and nibble on it?

"Mr. Hamilton, you misunderstood. I... I wasn't trying to take off your pants!"

Victoria freed one hand and pushed away the head stubbornly buried in her chest.

Edward raised his eyebrows, his long lashes brushing against her soft chest, causing a tingling sensation to explode instantly. His tongue deliberately licked her nipple.

His eyes were lightly mocking. "Your hand was already down there, and you're still denying it?"

She was just trying to place their hair under his pillow, as the maid Lila had repeatedly instructed, saying it was the most important step to bring good luck.

When she reached out to place it, she accidentally stepped on her dress and fell onto Edward.

The complicated dress decorations got tangled with Edward's clothes, and she had no choice but to take off his clothes to untangle them.

"Mr. Hamilton, let's talk this out...!"

Victoria's plea was cut short as she hurriedly reached out to stop Edward's hand from moving downward.

But Edward's strength was terrifying, and he forcefully continued, bringing Victoria's fingers to her lower body.

His fingers touched the edge of her panties, and Victoria's face burned as she immediately pulled away.

With no resistance, Edward rubbed her clitoris through her panties.

Victoria, who had been abandoned in the mountains since childhood and was inexperienced, couldn't handle such stimulation. She gasped, closing her legs.

Sitting on Edward's lap, she couldn't close her legs, her eyes misting from the overwhelming stimulation, her cheeks and collarbone flushing.

Victoria's lips parted slightly, her breath fragrant, emitting soft moans that tugged at Edward's heart.

Edward's temples throbbed with restraint, his thumb pressing harder on her sensitive spot, his index finger parting her panties and probing inside, his fingertip touching a wet patch.

He looked up at the dazed Victoria, his voice hoarse and teasing. "Are you wet?"

Victoria wanted to close her legs even more, shaking her head in denial. "No."

Edward's left hand suddenly pulled her waist towards him, making her hips fully press against his, giving her no escape. His right index finger continued to delve deeper, pressing and stirring her vagina.

Victoria couldn't help but moan, quickly covering her mouth to stifle her voice.

This sight aroused Edward's interest, and he added another finger, his thumb still grinding her clitoris.

The pleasure forced Victoria to tense up. With nowhere to hide, she could only cling to Edward, burying herself in his neck.

Edward's two fingers roughly explored, suddenly pressing a spot that made Victoria's back arch, her vision going blur.

Edward chuckled. "Here?"

Then he mercilessly added a third finger, thrusting in and out, continuously stimulating that spot.

"Wait... wait!"

The unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed Victoria, making her panic and call for a stop.

Edward didn't listen to a word, instead speeding up.

Victoria's legs tightened more and more, and with a heavy groan, she trembled uncontrollably, collapsing weakly onto Edward's shoulder.

Edward's fingers didn't withdraw. He whispered devilishly in her ear, "The fun is just getting started."

At four in the morning, Victoria woke up groggily, staring at her dress beneath her in a daze.

Those shameful memories flooded back.

Victoria sat up abruptly, the chill raising goosebumps on her skin, only then realizing her clothes were wide open.

Edward lay beneath her, his face serene in sleep, his clothes neat.

If she hadn't seen the bite marks on her body, she might have thought she had a shameless dream.

The sticky feeling was uncomfortable, so Victoria got out of bed, looked around, and quietly picked a cotton long-sleeve T-shirt and shorts from Edward's wardrobe, heading to the bathroom.

The warm water cleared her mind a bit.

It was said that Edward, the vegetative man, wouldn't live long, but now he was not only awake but full of vigor!

She still felt a foreign sensation down there, her mind instantly recalling Edward's thick fingers' touch.

Stop thinking! Victoria shook her head repeatedly, feeling absurd.

Did Amara Brown know Edward was actually awake when she had her marry in place of Thalia Davis?

Amara's advice before she left still echoed in her ears. "Marrying into the Hamilton family in Thalia's place is your good fortune, otherwise, you'd be stuck in the mountains forever. Even though Edward is in a vegetative state, the Hamilton family will surely treat you well."

It was hard to believe these were her biological mother's words.

The Davis family wanted to climb the Hamilton family but didn't want their daughter Thalia to suffer, so they conspired with Victoria's biological mother, Thalia's stepmother, to send Victoria over to marry into the Hamilton family in Thalia's place.

Now, she had repaid Amara for giving birth to her.

Victoria turned off the hot water, put on the men's T-shirt, and walked out of the bathroom.

Amara claimed to treat her like a daughter, but when she got married, Amara didn't even help prepare her luggage, not even bothering with pretending.

Victoria dried her hair halfway, noticing Edward's half-covered blanket, and went over to cover him properly.

She then took her soiled dress to wash.

After all the hustle, dawn was breaking.

Victoria tiredly lay on the edge of the large bed, covering herself with a corner of the blanket, resting before daylight.

Victoria closed her eyes, soon breathing evenly.

Edward, occupying most of the bed, fluttered his long lashes, slowly opening his eyes, turning to look at her small, curled-up back, his gaze complex.

Edward had long been awake.

A month ago, he had fallen during outdoor rock climbing, and world-renowned doctors had urgently consulted, barely saving his life.

He regained consciousness on the day of the consultation. However, his legs wouldn't move no matter what, and he was mentally and physically exhausted, so he pretended to be comatose and rest.

But last night, Victoria, not knowing her place, wriggled on him, even touching him!

Her hands roamed his body, igniting him. In a fit of inexplicable anger and impulse, he taught her a lesson, failing to maintain his act.

Who sent Victoria? He couldn't hold back after just a month.

It seemed it was time to start reeling in the net.

Edward glanced at the hair Victoria had forgotten on the pillow, reached out to pick it up, and twirled it, which still seemed to carry Victoria's scent.

Hearing Lila's footsteps outside, he stuffed the hair under the pillow and closed his eyes again.