Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 59

59 /237

Chapter 59: Take off the dress.

"I missed you," he rasped thickly when she didn’t answer. "I missed you more than I ever missed anything before. Did you?" he repeated softly, causing her to blink and to lick her lips.

Belle had no idea what to reply. She did not want to admit that she had somehow missed his presence, as that would be going against her self-discipline and strict self-warning to never give in to his temptations. Thus, to be safe rather than sorry, she kept her mouth shut and only stared at him. She wasn’t going to admit that to him nor to herself.

Admitting to missing his presence would be yet another step toward drowning in his temptation. She had built a strong resolve around her heart and was determined not to break it—or let her treacherous body betray her by falling into something she was never meant to feel.

Rohan chuckled softly as he reached up, threading his fingers through her hair in a smooth, deliberate motion that spoke of ownership. Then he brought his hand down slowly, letting the strands slip through his gloved fingers like grains of sand.

"I can read the beat of your little heart. You missed me." He suddenly leaned forward as if he would kiss her, and she hurriedly shut her eyes, but instead of feeling his warm lips on hers, she felt his forehead touch hers, and then he said, "Your fever is gone. Your temperature is back to normal." His warm breath fanned her lips and made them tremble softly before he moved back.

"Good. That means you are strong enough and have recovered," came his clipped words as he stood straighter, causing her to frown. Strong enough for what? Belle thought to herself. She had imagined herself questioning him about everything she had been curious about once he came back, but everything had seemed to fly out the window the moment he entered and confessed he missed her.

"For what?" she finally found her voice when he was staring at her with glistening eyes that seemed suggestive.

"For our lesson, little bunny," he said with a sigh. "You have been sick for days, and we have put off a lot and not enjoyed our married life like we should. Don’t you think it’s time we make up for it tonight?" he questioned, and without waiting for her to reply, he pinched the tip of her flushed nose and clicked his tongue. "My silly wife. Would you rather I take pleasure elsewhere outside?"

Belle’s flush deepened not only from embarrassment but because she did not like the idea of him taking pleasure elsewhere. She knew he could have any woman he wanted, and she would not stop him, but the thought of it unsettled her. She could not imagine him saying to another woman that he missed her or that she was his bunny or that he took care of her. As selfish and as stupid as it might be, she wanted his attention on her and was somewhat beginning to like it more than she was supposed to.

"Do you want that?" he asked with an arched brow. "I need to hear it from you, or I will go find myself another woman tonight," he said, biting back an amused smile when he saw her jaw clench and her eyes come up to glare at him. Oh, his little wife was starting to get possessive. He liked this part—liked it so much that he itched to pinch her flaming cheeks, just to revel in the pleasure it stirred in him.

"I am your wife," she mused, as if that was enough to make him know that she didn’t like the idea of him being with another woman. It was true she didn’t like the idea, but she would have been dead before she admitted it. Unknown to her, those few words alone were enough to make the man before her know that he had gotten her right where he wanted. freeweɓnøvel~com