Revenge with My Quadruplets

Chapter 87

Derek's eyes glowed, causing Emily's heart to clench violently.

She dared not touch his eyes at all, fearing she might succumb.

Twisting her fingers, she hastily changed the topic, saying, "By the way, about what I mentioned last night regarding the child's education, have you had a chance to consider it?"

Derek fixed his gaze on her and replied, "I respect all of your opinions, as well as any choices the children may make. If the children agree to go to kindergarten, I won't oppose it."

The corner of Emily's lips curled into an arc. "Good, I'll find some time to ask the two of them."

However, Derek's face darkened a bit.

Initially, Emily had rejected him, but it was the children that had slowly led her to accept him. Now, as she was willing to marry him, there seemed to be two reasons: to give the children a complete family and, secondly, because he had once saved her.

A woman would always harbor gratitude for the man who saved her. Yet, how much did she truly like and love him?

Derek pursed his lips, his razor-sharp thin lips contrasting with the touch of decadence in his dark eyes, moments of uncertainty playing across his face.

Raising his eyes to meet hers, Derek slowly asked, "Did you truly marry me willingly?"

Emily stared blankly at Derek, unsure why he was asking this question. She had already stated it bluntly once and didn't want to repeat herself. Puckering her scarlet lips, she maintained a calm demeanor. "Of course."

Derek's eyes brightened. "Why? If it weren't for the children, would you still marry me?"

Emily halted what she was doing and looked at him seriously. After a moment's pause, she responded, "Derek, I've already married you. I will never regret my decision."

As Emily stood before him, for some reason, an impulse swept up in Derek's heart. His hand suddenly wrapped around Emily's waist.

His palm was so warm that the burning sensation made Emily jolt.

She raised her head, but hadn't reacted when Derek's face suddenly loomed in, and then a soft touch pressed against her lips.

Emily's brain went blank at once!

Derek had actually kissed her!

Emily tried to struggle, but all the air in her lips and tongue was stolen away, and it felt as if all her strength had suddenly drained from her body. She could only rely on her instincts to hold onto Derek's body.

She didn't know how long it took, but the kiss finally ended.

"Remember, no matter what, you're already my wife; you're mine." Derek leaned in between her ears and whispered.

His voice was low and husky, revealing some kind of restrained passion.

Emily leaned against him breathlessly, panting weakly.

Derek looked at Emily, no longer able to control the deep love surging inside.

He uncontrollably stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Emily's slender waist.

Before Emily could react, she saw Derek's face zooming in, and then her lips were held by Derek again, who traced the shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue. Every movement was extremely gentle, as if he was treating the world's most precious treasure.

Internally, Emily wanted to resist because it all felt too fast, just too fast. However, she soon became addicted to Derek's gentle kisses and couldn't resist.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose. Emily felt her body soften into a puddle.

"Don't... Please..." Emily raised her hand, struggling to brace herself against Derek's chest.

Derek clasped the back of her head, his forehead against her brow, his voice hoarse and dark: "I still want to kiss. What should I do? You're my wife; you're mine."

Derek murmured with some paranoia.

Emily blushed, and her heart pounded.

Derek yanked her hard, suddenly ripping open her neckline. Emily was startled; she felt something was wrong with Derek, but she didn't know why.

Derek had always been a gentleman, respecting her feelings.

However, inexplicably, she felt a bit uneasy with Derek's unusual enthusiasm now and wanted to distance herself.

As Emily raised the collar of her shirt, she pushed Derek's chest with one hand, resisting, "Derek, don't be like this..."

Derek's eyes suddenly filled with hostility. He pressed down on Emily's shoulders and bit down on her collarbone, kissing and nibbling desperately at the location of her collarbone tattoo. His other hand continued to tug at her clothes.

Emily couldn't believe it.

Just then, someone knocked the door.

"Mommy, I want fried chicken for dinner, and I want pizza. I want anything you make!" Chris's cute voice rang out.

Inside the room, Emily struggled to get up upon hearing Chris's voice, but Derek kept her pinned.

Derek's face darkened as he coldly stated, "Your mommy can't cook tonight."

Chris, in disbelief, asked through the door, "Why?"

"No reason," Derek replied coldly. "Either be a good boy and eat the chef's cooking or wait for me to make it for you myself."

After some drastic mental struggle, Chris pitifully said, "Then I'll go and let the Chef make it for me..."

The clattering footsteps of Chris leaving echoed outside the door.

Derek looked down at Emily, whose eyes now held confusion and slight panic.

"Derek, what's wrong with you?" Emily asked, her gaze meeting his.

His eyes still had that dark, lustful glow that made her heart feel like it was about to explode out of her chest.

"Tell me, did you marry me just because I'm the father of your child or because..." Derek didn't finish his sentence.

Emily's heart raced as she stared into his eyes.

"Answer me."

"I..." Emily hesitated, unsure of Derek's exact question. Perhaps she knew but didn't know how to answer.

However, her hesitation seemed to enrage Derek even more.

Before she could think of a reply, Derek leaned down and kissed her frantically on the lips with a hint of anger.

Emily quickly lost herself in the kiss.

A low growl escaped Derek's throat as he ripped his shirt and tie from his body. In an instant, he moved towards Emily, his lips falling again, his hands grabbing Emily's back and lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist.

"You're mine, Emily," he repeated.

Quickly, Emily's back touched the soft blankets of the bed. Derek swept over her, moving his lips down her neck, and Emily lifted her neck up to give him better access to her as she closed her eyes and moaned softly.

"Emily...... " Derek said softly." Say you love me!"

The madness in his eyes scared Emily somehow.

"I..." Emily groaned, panic setting in.

Derek's eyes darkened, and at the same time, he reached down and ripped the black lace off Emily's body, his mouth grasping the erect buds of Emily's breasts and swirling them gently between his teeth.

"You will love me!" He murmured through the gap between his teeth.

"No!" Emily struggled, but couldn't stop thinking about all the wonderful things Derek was doing to her.

"Please," Emily pleaded repeatedly, but he didn't stop.

Biting her lower lip, Emily's eyes watched as Derek stripped off the rest of the clothes on his body and quickly came to join her on the bed again.

Derek lay between her legs, pushing them wider and lining up the head of his thick erection with her core.

Then Derek pushed his partner into her violently then thrust inside her.

"You... Please, I can't take it anymore ......" Emily begged, clinging to him. "Please, Derek ......"

Emily once again felt the intense buildup inside her as Derek slammed into the sensitive parts of Emily's body again and again.

Derek's movements were rough and erotic, seeming to want to take over every inch of Emily's body.

Emily sobbed with pleasure at his moans until Derek spilled his seed inside Emily and held Emily close.