Chapter 725

Natalie ignored the woman entirely, brushing past her into the suite. Marico was lounging on the messy bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he saw her, a cynical smirk crossed his face.

"Hold on. Give me a minute to catch my breath."

Ignoring his mockery, Natalie pulled a thick stack of cash from her bag-money she had just withdrawn from the bank-and shoved it into the woman's hands.

The woman's eyes lit up at the sight of the heavy bills.

"Is this enough?" Natalie asked flatly.

The woman nodded eagerly, clutching the cash to her chest. "More than enough! I'm getting dressed and leaving right now!"

Terrified Natalie might change her mind, the woman practically threw her clothes on and bolted out the door.

Marico cursed under his breath. "I wasn't even finished yet."

Firing Harold and Linda had finally given him enough free time to mess around, and just when he was getting started, someone had to crash the party. He was understandably annoyed.

"What exactly is your game here?"

"On the phone earlier, didn't you ask if I wanted to join?" Natalie dropped her bag and phone on the floor and began unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm here. Let's see if you have the guts."

"The guts for what?" Marico's brain short-circuited for a second.

Natalie walked right up to the edge of the bed, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pulled him toward her.

"Of course, if you don't want me, I won't force you."

Marico's face brushed against her soft skin, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his lungs. His heart hammered against his ribs as an overwhelming surge of desire flooded his veins.

He had been with countless women, but the only one who had ever truly driven him wild was her, six years ago. He still remembered feeling like he was going to die in her arms that night. Acting purely on instinct, his hands snaked out to grip her waist. But just as he leaned in to capture her lips, Natalie pushed him back.

"You..."

Before he could process the rejection, Natalie climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She looked him dead in the eyes, her gaze shimmering with an undeniable intensity. "Marry me."

"Huh?" Marico blinked, his lust momentarily derailed.

"You marry me, and I'm yours."

"You want me to marry you? Are you out of your mind, or..."

Natalie didn't let him finish. She leaned in and bit down on his lower lip. "As the eldest heir to the Stapleton family, you're going to have to take a wife eventually Any other woman would try to chain you down and control you, but won't. You can sleep with whoever you want, whenever you want. I won't ask a single question."

Marico suddenly remembered the lecture his mother had given him a couple of days ago-nagging him to find wife, settle down, and fix his reputation What had he told her That he would never get married untess he found a woman who didn't give a damn about his affairs.

Well, speak of the devil. Here she was.

But Natalie definitely had an ulterior motive.

"Why don't you tell me what you want me to do for you first?"

Natalie let her last piece of clothing fall to the floor and leaned her weight against him. "Do you want me to tell you first, or..."

The next second, Marico flipped her onto her back, pinning her against the mattress.

"I don't care what you want. I'll figure it out after I take you!"

His mouth crashed down on hers, and he launched into a fierce, unrelenting rhythm.

Natalie was instantly transported back to that night six years ago. His

physical dominance was

suffocating At first, she tried to hold back, but the overwhelming intensity quickly had her begging for mercy, pleading with him to be gentle. Cóntent

He, of course, showed no restraint. The scent of their passion filled the room as he claimed every inch of her, finally finding his release before collapsing onto the mattress beside her, completely satisfied.

Natalie wanted to get up and shower, but a sharp ache flared through her entire body the second she moved. It felt as if every muscle had been pushed to its absolute limit.

Furious, she turned and smacked his arm.

Marico, thoroughly satisfied and in a surprisingly good mood, just let her hit him.

"You promised me..." she started.

"I didn't agree to anything," he interrupted with a lazy smirk.

Natalie's eyes widened in disbelief. "You clearly agreed to marry me!"