MAD DOG OF LOVE

Chapter 3 4/4

After a long day of looking after him, she finally returned home. She let out a soft sigh as she stepped out of the car, preparing to head up to her room and rest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Atlas’s cold voice cut through the silence, his strong hand gripping her arm firmly.

“I’m going to rest,” she replied, her voice weary.

“Your boss hasn’t rested yet, so why should you?” he said dismissively, ignoring her exhaustion as he pulled her along, leading her up the stairs and into the bathroom.

"So you'll take care of everything *except*... *that*. Everything else is fair game, then?" He paused, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Come bathe me." he whispered in her ear, taking her small hand and placing it on his chest. “Take it off.”

She froze, her body tense. “No! I won’t!” She tried to pull her hand away, but Atlas’s voice dropped to a chilling tone, his gaze unyielding.

“You have to. You don’t have the right to refuse me like you did last time,” he said coldly, his words piercing through her.

She bit her lips tightly, closed her eyes and began to unbutton his shirt reluctantly so that it would end quickly.

“Pants too,” he said. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. Slowly remove the bottom part carefully. After taking it off, she still didn't open her eyes. But she heard the sound of the water ripping.

“You can open your eyes,” Atlas said. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him in the bathtub. Atlas threw her a bottle of shampoo. She slowly sat down next to the bathtub.

A small hand used a shower to gently sprinkle on his head. The young man who looked angry all this minute looked surprisingly quiet. He closed his eyes and let her act. "If it hurts, let me know." She applied shampoo to his hair and gently rubbed his scalp, alternating with a massage. He closed his eyes. His expression showed relaxation until she was still surprised.

She found herself staring unconsciously at his sharp, relaxed features—the high-bridged nose that suited his face perfectly, the long, curling lashes, and the soft pink lips that stood in stark contrast to his otherwise carefree and rebellious image. She couldn’t help but smile.

'It's done,' she got up. 'Scream!'

She was dragged by Atlas until she fell into the bathtub. The thin waist was wrapped to his strong chest. Thick hands held her chin up.

"Oops!" Her lips were closed without being able to stand up. The man's lips were stubbornly attached to the plump lips of the small woman. Both pursed and sucked until she couldn't breathe. The thick tongue tried to get naughty to her mouth, but the girl pursed her mouth tightly so that he couldn't slip in. She pushed herself out of him.

"You're so provocative." He looked at her wet clothes. The white shirt was made to see inside. The plump lips that had just been kissed by him were a little red.

"You bastards!" She hit his chest hard.

“Ouch! You did a good job, I have to reward it, is it right? Be aware that there are so many women who want rewards from me," he told her.

“A reward is something that the recipient receives willingly, but I don't!” She has a hard voice.

“No! No! No!” He squeezed her cheek until the little one's face was in pain. 'I really hate it when you refuse'

"Enough!" She took him off and got up from the bathtub.

“From now on, you come to wash my hair every day.” Her feet stopped. She didn't answer anything and walked away.

After the girl left, Atlas grabbed her own hair, a warm feeling, a gentle and soft touch still stuck in his heart.

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[Sneak Peek of the Next Chapter]

"Only I can hurt you!" Atlas lifted Lily in a princess carry, ignoring the stares of those around them.