The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 161

She was infatuated with his taste, and Magnus was just as smitten with hers. He savored the sweetness before him, greedily desiring more, and more.

Natalia, almost breathless from the kiss, struggled incessantly, but in front of Magnus, she had no effect at all. Instead, she found herself gradually succumbing to his advances more and more.

Magnus' patience was wearing thin. It had been a while since he last touched her, and this time, he wanted her. Desired her to the point of madness.

Natalia felt a chill on her shoulders before realizing that her dress had been slipped off by him. She was thin and frail, so Natalia’s dress was easily removed by Magnus.

Gazing fondly at the beauty before him, Magnus felt his blood boil with desire. He wanted to claim her, possess her.

“Magnus, don’t.” Natalia clutched her shoulders in panic and backed away, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were a leaf fluttering in the wind.

She didn’t want him to touch her because he had touched Isabella.

“Don’t be afraid, my lady. I promise that I will love you,” Magnus rasped, undressing himself hastily and moving closer to the girl who drove him insane. She was his wife, and always would be!

“Magnus, don’t!” Natalia shook her head helplessly. “Get away from me!” He was tainted.

His thoughts exploded like dynamite at her words. His face hardened, the air around him turning icy cold. “Get away? My lady, do you know how long it’s been? I’ve been patient with you because I love you. I desire you. Where do you want me to go?”

His large hand gripped her slender waist tightly, applying just enough pressure. Seeing her continue to flinch from him, his heart sank. He forcefully pushed the frail Natalia onto the spacious bed.

The bed shook as Magnus covered her, his kisses no longer gentle, but vengeful. His girl was repulsed by him, and he wouldn't allow it. He would make her remember that he was her man.

Natalia couldn’t break free from his embrace, and slowly there was a taste of blood at the corner of her mouth. Finally, she stopped struggling, feeling a sharp pain below, as if she were being torn apart.

Magnus forcefully claimed her, his vigorous movements causing her to faint.

Domination and plunder. Tossing and turning.

When Magnus finally exhausted his anger, the girl beneath him had already fainted.

Staring at the girl beneath him, as fragile as a leaf in the wind, Magnus' heart ached. How did they end up here? He truly loved her, so why was she treating him like this?

She wanted to leave with that man.

Magnus' eyes darkened. Callum, who appeared out of nowhere, wanted to whisk his wife away? Fucking hell. Nobody could take Natalia away from him, nobody.

Magnus carefully got out of bed, carrying the unconscious girl into the bathroom to clean her. Seeing the marks on her, his heart ached even more. He shouldn't have treated her like this, but he always lost control.

He quickly helped her into her nightgown, placed her on the bed, and left the room with a cold expression. As he descended the stairs, he called for Linden, instructing, “Keep an eye on her, and don’t let her go anywhere.”

“This…” Linden was at a loss for words. It was unexpected to be asked to watch over ma’am.