Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Angry wife_Part 4

Do it again!"

Belle gritted angrily at those words she had heard more than she could take in the span of the days the vampiress had been training—or more precisely, torturing—her with the excuse of it being part of their training.

The first day had been a nightmare to Belle, who had been made to run around the large castle grounds for warm-up before the shooting started. She had worn a training gear that was fitted for her own body size. Though comfortable, she had felt exposed because it wasn’t a dress but trousers. Now it barely bothered her, as days had passed and she had become accustomed to the attire—but not to the training that had left her legs and muscles sore for days.

The first day, she could barely move when she woke up in the morning, but then she had to rise by dawn to run around. She had wanted to feign sick and not leave her bed, but the vampiress had stormed into her chamber and pulled the sheet from her body, smiling that sweet smile of hers as she said,

"You will only feel the soreness more if you decide to take a day’s break by pretending, Lady Dagon. Your body will get used to it. Let’s go. There’s no need to waste both our time."

If she could strangle the vampiress, she would have that day.

She had thought that Rohan would tell his crazy cousin to go easy on her when she was struggling the next day to walk down the stairs, but as typical of him, he had teased and said words that unnerved, and sometimes even angered her. The training was like she was being trained for war rather than hunting!

The third day, Rohan had watched from one of the chamber’s balconies while he ate his lunch and she ran around, shooting down running servants with fake practice arrows, with a board tied to their backs with marked targets she would have to shoot.

She had been breathless and so annoyed that when his voice came—laughing and hinting at the direction of where her target was—she had shot him what she believed was a deadly glare.

But then the darn man had thrown his head back and roared with laughter, calling out, "Acting fierce, are we, my wife? I like that. Keep it up. There’s your target escaping."

The two crazy vampires were hellbent on killing her before her time with such insane training! She had thought that day, seething with frustration, as he laughed heartily at her glare and continued to eat his food with dark amusement dancing in his eyes at her suffering. She had been furious—mad, angry beyond words that day.

And to make matters worse, he had not touched her nor initiated any intimacy between them. Not that she wanted him to—at least, that was what she kept telling herself. But there was a part of her, dark and shameless, that ached for him every night.

A part that wanted his hands on her skin, on her breasts, his mouth claiming hers, his voice rough with desire as he whispered wicked things in her ear and did even worse to her body. But to that part’s bitter disappointment, there were no more touches, no teasing on the bed, no midnight games where he used every sinful way he knew to unravel her. freёwebnoѵel.com

She barely saw him sometimes, and he would suddenly appear at the balcony to watch her train. At night, though he did not come while she was awake, the moment she began to drift into sleep, she would feel his presence in the room, and it would soothe her heart and put her mind to rest about the fear of being thrust into the other world.

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