Chapter 524-Big Bad Cock

Chapter 524: 524-Big Bad Cock

Verity:

I straightened in my chair, unsure what exactly he was trying to pull.

"You know, I don’t want you looking at me like that because it’s important that we–beca–use–you’ll get so distracted by my beauty that you’ll deliberately make us late because you don’t want to go and face everyone and–umm— ruin your perfect, perfect engagement and your fiancée’s mood."

I had absolutely no idea what I was saying anymore.

I was simply trying to back out of the whole thing and distract him from the ridiculous idea he’d suddenly come up with.

Because Ragnar was annoying.

Annoyingly stubborn.

Once he set his mind on something, especially something he wanted, there was practically no stopping him until he got it.

"You know, that’s the deal, huh? Even if we get intimate, we’ll still have to go. It’s not like I can ditch my fiancée without anyone noticing. The engagement ceremony is going to be ruined anyway. Might as well do it the right way."

He said it so casually, wiping his hands clean before rising from his chair.

Panic shot through me.

"I’m not getting ready in front of you," I declared and he stopped and nodded.

"Yeah, I can tell. It’s really hard for you to see me naked."

The moment he said that, I sprang out of my chair and slammed my palm against the table.

"Fine! I’ll do it. I mean, I can control myself, but you..."

I walked toward him, placed my fingertip at one end of his shoulder, and slowly traced it across to the other, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"You won’t be able to control yourself. You’ll be the one who loses control."

With that, I marched back inside, only to frown and wrinkle my nose at myself.

"What the fuck was that?" I whispered, utterly bewildered by my own cringeworthy behavior.

I quickly headed to the bathroom and took a shower.

When I came out, instead of looking for Ragnar, I went straight to the dressing table and began drying my hair.

He walked past me and disappeared into the bathroom.

I figured he might have forgotten about our deal, but little did I know that Ragnar was not the kind of man who ever forgot such agreements.

I was sitting in my room, having finished my makeup and styled my hair.

I was waiting for Ragnar to come out so I could head into the bathroom and apply oil and lotion to my body, a combination I always used to give my skin a beautiful glow.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, I casually got up, picking up the bottles of oil and lotion.

However, the moment Ragnar stepped out, I stopped dead in my tracks, a small gasp escaping my lips.

His wet hair hung loose over his shoulders and down the back of his neck, and he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Then he cracked his knuckles and walked toward the bathroom switchboard.

It wasn’t the anxious kind of cracking—just the casual kind.

He switched off the main light, leaving only two lamps on, one on either side of the room.

I thought he was making it a little easier for me.

The moment the thought settled, my heart started missing beats.

I realized he was reminding me of our deal.

Was I really supposed to change in front of him? I don’t know what came over me, but I just kept staring at him.

While I watched, he went to the closet and pulled out my gown and his suit, both still in their covers.

He tossed his suit onto the couch beside him, right under one of the lamps.

Then he walked over to me, eyes locked on mine without blinking.

He uncovered my wedding gown and laid it on the bed next to me.

I was still holding the lotions.

He glanced down at them, ran a finger along the bottle, then stepped away.

As he started to leave, my heart shivered because he suddenly dropped his towel.

I could see his muscular ass clearly for the first time, the most perfect one I’d ever seen.

Those legs and thighs belonged to someone who worked out hard every single day.

He finally turned around. In the partially lit room, my eyes landed on his cock.

It was so hot, so hard, standing stiff and upward.

Looking at the thick veins and girth, my breath caught for a moment.

It was fully erect from base to tip, the head thick and heavy, his balls just as full.

The sight made my heart pound hard.

I shook my head and looked down, and that’s when I found my hands trembling.

"What happened, Verity? You used to talk so big."

The moment he said it, I took a deep breath and set the lotions aside.

Now it was my turn to undo him.

I pushed every last bit of hesitation out of my chest, lifted my eyes, and kept them on him as I let the robe slide down my body.

I watched the fabric slip away while Ragnar’s eyes narrowed further.

He stared at my neck, then lowered his gaze to my breasts.

A small gulp moved down his throat.

His eyes dropped again, and the second they landed on my clean-shaven soft pussy, a flicker of shyness rose in me, but I held it back.

His stare lingered there long enough to make my cheeks burn, yet I acted like it didn’t matter and turned around to reach for my gown.

I could feel him watching me from behind, my perfect round ass, the smooth clean cheeks, everything right there in his view.

I had bent over the bed to pick up my gown, with one hand braced against the mattress while the other reached past the fabric for my underwear, when I suddenly heard Ragnar behind me.

Before I could straighten up, he leaned over me, placing one hand over mine on the mattress while his other hand caught my wrist, stopping me from reaching for my clothes.

I felt his cock brush against my hips, and as he leaned closer, its tip touched my back entrance.

My composure began to crumble.