Free Web NovelChapter 376: Chapter 374: Come Here, Sit Properly
Dirty talk.
Silas Grant looked down at the person beneath him, a little surprised.
It was hard to imagine that she, with such an innocent face, would ask such a question.
"Who taught you that?"
"No one." Mia Grant tilted her head. "Do you know how?"
"I don’t like to use insulting words, especially not with you."
Silas Grant’s words sounded disingenuous, but Mia Grant found them very comforting.
Because when she thought about it, he really never had.
As the one in a position of power, he was gentle and patient.
No matter the time or place, his eyes would be filled with affection and doting adoration as he looked at her.
He was utterly indulgent with her.
It didn’t matter if she did something brilliantly or made a mistake; to Silas Grant, she would always be a good girl.
He would always pat her head, praise her lavishly, and provide her with more than enough emotional validation. Like a soft beach absorbing a surging tide, he would silently wash away all her petty moods.
Being with him meant being controlled. It meant having no freedom. It meant constantly walking on eggshells. She always felt that a man like him was incapable of talking about love, incapable of being swayed by such naive emotions.
He possessed the indifference and composure of a man in power, capable of pulling away from their relationship at any moment.
But being with him wasn’t all bad.
It was just as she had been thinking.
For a young girl who had never felt a father’s love, who had never been loved without reservation, Silas Grant was incredibly alluring.
If, in the very beginning, he had been just a little more attentive to her... even a tiny bit... she probably would have lost herself completely, willing to follow him and him alone.
Even if it meant being a bird in a cage.
But Mia Grant didn’t find that regrettable.
’What’s there to regret about being a bird?’
Thinking back, she had been helpless then, but now, she only felt lucky.
She never, ever wanted to feel regret for the past.
’The ones who should feel regret, the ones who should be sorry, are them.’
Mia Grant snapped back to reality and smiled. "But I think you’d sound very sexy doing it."
"Sexy?" Silas Grant raised an eyebrow, surprised and intrigued by her choice of words to describe him.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "You like that?"
He had never asked about Mia Grant’s feelings because, from beginning to end, they had never crossed the final line.
It was hard to say why, but it just had never happened.
And he had never used any harsh words with her, either.
It was usually more about soothing and comforting her.
Forget dirty talk; he rarely even engaged in sweet talk.
As for sweet talk, he wasn’t against it.
But dirty talk...
He hadn’t been lying to Mia Grant; he really didn’t want to treat her that way.
However, if she liked it, he could play along.
"You don’t like it?" Mia Grant asked back.
Silas Grant considered it. "Why would you think I like it?"
Mia Grant’s eyes widened as she stared at him in disbelief. "You, you, you, you... that wall of... toys in the secret room before... you... really don’t like it?"
The "flower" that had "bloomed" on her bottom was still a fresh memory for Mia Grant.
So she had always thought that Silas Grant needed an immense sense of control in these matters to satisfy his desires.
But now, it turned out he didn’t even like it.
’That’s like a billionaire saying, "I don’t even like money."’
Hearing that, Mia Grant just wanted to roll her eyes.
This time, Silas Grant fell silent.
He seemed to be seriously contemplating whether he liked it, or whether Mia Grant liked it.
So, to test it out, he lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and with his thin lips parted slightly, whispered something rather crude.
A jolt ran through Mia Grant’s body, and her ears instantly flushed crimson.
Her ear tingled, and she subconsciously reached up to scratch it.
But he caught her wrist just in time, pinning it above her head.
Mia Grant’s eyes widened. This position...
’It’s too dangerous.’
The maid was still busy in the kitchen; she could even hear the sound of running water.
She was genuinely worried Silas Grant would lose control and start doing... things, right here on the living room sofa.
"My... my ear is itchy."
"The wound is scabbing over. You can’t scratch it." Silas Grant reached out and gently rubbed the area around the wound to help soothe it.
Unexpectedly, the more he rubbed, the redder her ear became.
Mia Grant gave him a little push. "Get up. I need to... use the restroom."
His gaze slowly moved from her ear to her cheek, and Silas Grant stared at her in silence for a long time.
Just as Mia Grant’s heart began to pound and she couldn’t help but swallow nervously, he let out a soft chuckle.
"What are you laughing at?" Mia Grant felt even more unsettled.
"Nothing." He obligingly got up, hooking an arm around her waist to pull her up with him.
Once she was sitting steadily, he withdrew his hand.
It was as if he’d never had any improper thoughts about her at all.
It was precisely because of this that Mia Grant felt something was off.
’He’s no saint.’
But right now, she couldn’t be alone with him. She felt like she was about to explode from the heat!
’I have to go wash my face.’
She stood up and tried to look calm as she started toward the bedroom.
From behind, the man suddenly grabbed her hand.
Mia Grant overreacted, yanking her hand away. "What do you think you’re doing? This is the living room!"
’I knew he wasn’t that nice! See? The moment I stood up, he showed his true colors!’
One of them was standing, the other sitting. The man, still in his seat, looked a bit stunned. He gave her a very innocent smile, his tone placating. "I just wanted to straighten your clothes."
As he spoke, the hand that had grabbed her let go, then moved to the hem of her dress, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles that had been vigorously crumpled into it.
It wasn’t hard to guess whose masterpiece that was.
Realizing she had overreacted and wrongly accused him, Mia Grant took a deep breath. "It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll do it myself."
She gave her dress a few cursory pats and quickly made her escape.
Watching her fleeing figure, Silas Grant smiled and took off his glasses. The fingers that had smoothed her dress rubbed together gently, as if savoring a memory.
’She really is getting cuter and cuter.’
Inside the bathroom, Mia Grant carefully avoided her wound and managed to wash her face.
The cold water chased away the blush on her cheeks, and her chaotic brain began to function again.
She thought about the words Silas Grant had whispered so casually into her ear...
Mia Grant swallowed hard.
’As expected of an older man. He has a real talent for that whole ’coercive love’ thing.’
’Maybe he’d always had those tendencies, which is why it came so naturally to him.’
Mia Grant actually really wanted to tell him that dirty talk didn’t have to mean saying crude things...
Mia Grant stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
When she came out, she ran into a wall.
She stepped back, but a hand snaked around her waist, pulling her back in.
She steadied herself and stared at him, stunned. "How did you get in here?"
"I wanted to have a more in-depth discussion with you about dirty talk."
"..." The CPU that had just cooled down was overheating again.
Mia Grant hadn’t expected him to come back for a surprise follow-up.
"Actually..." This time, she wanted to give him a hint. But to her surprise, Silas Grant adopted the air of an earnest student and said:
"I did some research and realized I might have been a bit much just now."
"That might not have been what you truly wanted, even if your body was telling me it liked it very much."
"Perhaps, what you originally wanted to hear was..."
Stay in that position.
Don’t move.
Come here. Arch your back.
