The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

He waved dismissively, "Go ahead, it's up to you." He turned away with a hint of melancholy.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Magnus turned to leave.

On the third floor, Magnus pushed open the door to his bedroom to see the girl still waiting for him by the bed. Upon seeing him enter, she immediately got up to push his wheelchair. "Why are you still awake?" He asked softly, looking at her tired face.

"I was waiting for you to come back." Natalia replied, then blushed, realizing how it sounded. What she meant was that she was waiting to help him bathe and go to bed, not anything else. At her words, Magnus chuckled softly, "Waiting for me to come back and sleep together?"

Natalia looked blankly at him laughing, her captivating eyes locked onto him.

She quickly lowered her head, her heart skipping a beat. "Magnus, I've prepared the bath for you. You should go ahead." He didn't mention that matter, and Natalia didn't ask about it.

She wheeled him into the bathroom, turned to leave, but her wrist was caught in his grasp. "Let's bathe together. How am I supposed to btake a bath if you don't help me?" Natalia blushed at his words. On the island, she had never helped him bathe. He had always done it himself. But now, here, he wanted her to help him, even suggesting they bathe together. "No, you go first."

"Take a bath together. The servants outside are watching. If you don't take care of me properly, Grandpa will get even angrier. Do you want the Clarkson family to disappear from Melfort?" He released her hand slightly.

Natalia froze, hurriedly grasping his hand. "Magnus, all of this is not my father's fault. Please don't blame him. It was my mother and Kendra who forced me into this. Since you already know that I'm an imposter and not worthy of being your wife, I can work as a maid and take care of you, so please don't take it out on my father." She tightened her grip on the man's hand, her panicked look tinged with pleading.

He stared intensely at her, "If you don't want me to vent my anger on your father, then behave and help me undress to bathe." He had never thought of having her as a maid.

Natalia bit her lip, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her trembling hands, suddenly pulling her onto his lap.

Before Natalia could react, she was already sitting on his lap, her vision darkened as his warm lips met hers.

He forcefully sucked on her lips, causing Natalia to wince in pain. She cried out, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, capturing her small tongue and sucking on it hungrily. Natalia began to tremble, his presence overwhelming her senses. His large hand held the back of her head, the other around her slender waist, kissing her without restraint. The sweetness of her lips made it impossible for him to stop, her sweet scent filling his nostrils. His hand uncontrollably slipped under her clothes.

Natalia let out a "hmmm" and started to struggle, but she suddenly felt something hard under her buttocks. It grew bigger and hotter as it pressed against her ass. She writhed in his arms, rubbing against him. "Stop moving!" He growled. If she kept moving like this, he wasn't sure if he could control himself.

Natalia instantly froze, sitting on his lap, allowing his arousal to press dangerously against her.

He kissed her again, and Natalia was both shocked and embarrassed. Under his intense kiss, her body slowly melted. After about ten minutes, their clothes were soaked with sweat and the humidity of the bathroom.

With his eyes half-closed, he huskily said, "Take off your clothes and bathe. You're all sweaty."

Natalia looked at him, his handsome face filled with desire. When he wasn't angry, his stunning appearance made her feel hard to breathe.

She had never experienced a kiss like this before. Every time, he sucked on her lips and tongue until they were numb. She clung tightly to her clothes, not wanting to remove them. But he suddenly lifted her up, the wheelchair sliding next to the bathtub. Before she could react, her entire body was already in the bathtub, causing a large splash.

Magnus' clothes were soaked, he looked down at himself and quickly stripped. He looked at the girl in the bathtub, her drenched clothes clinging to her petite body. He swallowed, unbuckling his belt and jumping into the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub overflowed again, and Natalia yelped.

She immediately covered her mouth, but the servants outside still heard her and immediately reported it to the second floor.

In the second-floor bedroom, Morgan's expression darkened. Had his grandson already fallen for that girl? He sighed.

On the third floor, in the bathroom, Magnus listened to Natalia's yelp, and a slight smile curled on the corner of his mouth. "I haven't even done anything, and you're already moaning so loudly. Are you trying to tell everyone that we are doing it?"

Natalia was too embarrassed to lift her head. He pulled her into his arms and began to remove her clothes.

"Don't, Magnus, I'm not used to this yet. Can we just have a bath first?" Natalia hugged her wet arms, crouching in his arms.

"We're already wet, so why not take them off? Do you think I haven't seen your body before." With a wave of his hand, Natalia's wet dress fell outside the bathtub.

"Ah!" She was left in her underwear and shorts. "When did you see my body!"

"When you were sick and feverish, I was the one who changed your clothes. How could you forget that." He stared intensely at her glowing skin.

He listened to the sound outside the door. The corners of his mouth curled up as he looked at the girl in his arms, his body burning with heat.

This damned girl, didn't she know she was in danger? He was saving her. If he didn't have sex with her tonight, his grandfather would definitely not let her stay the night. He knew his grandfather's tactics too well.

But now as he watched the body shivering in his arms and remembered the last time he'd taken her, his arousal grew. At that time, he was dizzy with anger and took revenge on her with rage, and her first time was taken away from her by him in that situation. So it was normal for her to feel traumatized.

Tonight, if he didn't sleep with her, his grandfather might send her away tomorrow, or throw her directly into some kind of a farm. This would deal a fatal blow to the Clarkson family, and then Grandpa would get Kendra to remarry him on the island.

Natalia looked at the man, his eyes alternating between passion and coldness. Based on his words just now, he had changed her clothes when she was sick. Then he had already seen her body. Her face was burning like fire, her heart pounding.

"Magnus. I'll grab your towel, just take a look if you want to. It's not like you haven't seen it all before." She suddenly got out from the bathtub, reaching for a towel from the rack to dab the droplets of water off Magnus' back.

She looked down and couldn't help but notice the rather noticeable bulge in his boxers. Her cheeks flamed up even more. She quickly diverted her eyes. However, the man caught her hand, gently pulling her back onto his lap, right on top of his... well.

Magnus took a deep breath. Then he suddenly flipped her over and pressed her into the bathtub water. He held her gaze for a few seconds, then with a strong push of his arms, he hoisted himself into his wheelchair, shrugged on his bathrobe and dressed himself.