29. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
-Annabella-
W hat on earth had I been saying? I couldn’t believe those words actually came out of my mouth. It felt mortifying that I could even speak like that, but I knew what my family truly wanted from me, and it was not a sweet and nice conversation.
My mother cleared her throat before she gave us all a smile while sipping her wine.
“I just wanted to know if you’re doing well,” she said.
“I told you I was,” I retorted.
“Well, that’s great.”
It turned awkward again, and I was happy when the dessert was brought out because I could barely breathe. I downed my wine, wiping my lips, and then noticed Kace was still holding my hand, stroking his thumb over the back of it. He noticed me looking, turned to me, and then brought me closer. I leaned toward him, noticing he wanted to say something.
“Maybe I should prove to you how well I can perform that marital act?” he whispered, making me cough a little.
I felt shocked that he would bring it up, but it also surprised me when my body grew warm from his words. God, did I want it already? We hadn’t even been married very long, and now I was suddenly considering sleeping with my husband.
I pulled back, blinking fast, and Kace smiled at me, looking very smug.
“Think about it,” he whispered before giving me a light kiss, surprising my family. Kace might seem less in their eyes because he couldn’t walk that well anymore, but he was still the same hot man he had always been.
I angrily set the stacked plates down on the kitchen island. Cleaning wasn’t my task, but after seeing off my family, frustration had welled up inside me.
They constantly searched for ways to criticize and belittle me, yet thankfully, they hadn’t targeted Kace. Perhaps my parents realized how futile that would be. They might have even hoped Kace would join in their attempts to humiliate me, but he showed no interest in such games, for which I was immensely grateful.
Yet I had grown weary of their manipulative tactics, feeling particularly infuriated by how the evening had unfolded. Even in my new home, a place they neither lived in nor owned, they still felt entitled to treat me with disrespect, and it boiled my blood.
Kace entered the kitchen, but I swiftly passed him, taking charge of the cleanup. He followed me into the dining room, but I stormed ahead with a set of glasses.
Mariam seemed perplexed as I assumed control of the cleaning duties. When I passed Kace for the third time, he reached out, wrapping his arm around my waist. His grip was reassuringly strong as he gently pulled me back onto his lap.
“Not now, Kace,” I groaned.
“Why are you angrily cleaning?” he asked.
“This night sucked. It sucked as much as I had expected it would.”
Kace turned to Mariam, nodding at her to continue while he held me.
“I should help,” I said when I saw Mariam taking the last things and disappearing into the kitchen. I had already brought everything else out there, and she clearly wanted to give us some space, so she stayed in the kitchen.
“It went well,” Kace assured me.
“Easy for you to say. You aren’t the one they went after,” I retorted.
“No, but I think you handled it quite well. You stunned them more than once,” he reminded me.
“I'm just so tired that I can never get away from this, and now we are going to that engagement party. I don’t want to go!”
“No, I noticed,” he said.
“Then why did you say yes?” I inquired, a little frustrated with him as well.
“What was I supposed to say? No?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
He looked a little annoyed, raising an eyebrow and telling me without words that wasn’t an option.
“Fine, okay, maybe you couldn’t have said no…” I mumbled.
“No, I couldn’t have, and neither could you. This is our world. We play the game,” he reminded me.
“Do you never get tired of playing the game?” I asked him.
He shrugged a little. “Sometimes, but it is what it is, and we can do this. I bet I will find the night a lot more amusing with you by my side.”
I smiled a little, thinking as well it would be easier to go to this party with him, but still, wouldn’t the people pick on him? I didn’t want him to go somewhere where people would be cruel to him. Yet I quickly realized that no matter where we went, as long as we left this house, someone would have something to say about him.
“I was kidding about the whole martial act thing,” I reminded him.
“Hmm, but do you know the best way to relax when you’re frustrated?” he leaned closer and whispered, his hand disappearing under my dress.
“I… um, what?”
“The best way to calm down after a frustrating night is to come ,” he whispered in my ear before biting the lobe of it.
“Kace…”
His fingers brushed the underwear I was wearing, making me let out a little gasp before he pulled back and looked at me.
“I see you put them on,” he said smugly.
“Y-You can’t see them,” I teased.
“I felt the material.”
“You’re that familiar with my underwear?”
“If it is my wife’s underwear,” he replied teasingly before his fingers slipped past the material, sliding over my pussy.
“God!” I cried out lowly, clinging to him.
It was a teasing stroke over my sensitive skin, but he went a little with his finger until he came into contact with my clit.
“Kace…” I panted, grabbing his shirt tighter.
“Tell me you at least touch yourself,” he said darkly.
“I…”
“Tell me you give your pussy the attention it’s so desperate for.” He began running teasing circles before going back and forth, shocking me with pleasure.
I nodded and bit my lip hard, feeling the delightful feelings build inside me.
“Answer with words,” he whispered.
“Yes… I-I touch myself,” I stammered.
“Ever wanted to touch yourself with the image of me in your head?”
Fuck, did he know?
“Answer, Anna,” he whispered.
“Yes… I… I have thought about it, but not quite… Ah!”
“Not quite gotten the courage yet. You know there is nothing wrong with wanting your husband,” he told me before kissing me hard, making me whimper as he picked up the pace.
I was getting there. I could feel it building in my lower stomach. Maybe Kace wasn’t all words. Maybe he could make me come. Yet he shocked me as he pulled back and then made me stand, only to press me to the end of the table.
“Kace?” I was not sure where he was going with this, but then he pulled my dress higher, revealing the underwear he had bought me. He grabbed the edges, pulling them down, revealing me to him, making my heart pound in my chest.
He leaned closer, running his lips up my thigh before going to the inner part and biting the skin gently. I watched him intensely as he moved closer to my pussy.
It felt almost like torture how slowly he moved, but then his lips met my lower ones, making me throw my head back before forcing myself to focus on the delicious sight again.
He spread my legs a little, diving deeper, licking between the folds, and making me cry out before covering my hand with my mouth.
“Shit, Kace, someone could see,” I whispered.
“This is our house. We can do what we want, and your sweet sounds will keep them away.”
His tongue flicked over my clit, and I couldn’t help but make another sound, pressing my hand even harder to my mouth while placing the other behind me for support.
Kace sucked on me next, and it made fire explode inside me. I was getting there so fast, and he seemed to know because he pushed me harder, and then my body began shaking as the pleasure spread through me, making me feel so good.
I was close to losing my grip on the table, but he held onto my legs while he kept pushing me through the wonderful waves of delight. He relented when I was almost crying from it and then began kissing the skin on my thighs, adoring me with his lips.
He smiled up at me before leaning back and pulling me to him, making me straddle him. He reached out, wrapping his hand around my hair and pushing me toward him, pressing our lips together, and I moaned, tasting myself on him. He moved back, looking very satisfied with himself.
“So, wife, am I all words?” he teased me, reminding me about what I had said.
“I…”
“Or did you not come for your husband, as he had his tongue all up in your pussy.”
My cheeks were burning, and Kace seemed to enjoy that a lot.
“Fine, you’re not all words,” I whispered, and he gently kissed me as if praising me for admitting it.
“Well, since I'm not all words, are you coming to sleep in my bed tonight?” he inquired.
“What?” I pulled further away, not understanding why he wanted me to sleep in his bed. “We are not having sex tonight. We are still learning what this marriage is like.”
“Yes, but why can’t we sleep in the same bed? Isn’t that what married people do?” he questioned.
“I…”
“Sleeping away from each other feels very medieval,” he chuckled.
“Well, we are still learning about each other, and we didn’t really date.”
“Say yes, Anna,” he said, making me notice he had begun to call me by my nickname. His hand slipped from my hip and grabbed my ass, pressing me against him and making me gasp. “Maybe in the morning, my wife needs me again. I know I will definitely need her. Maybe she will let me know what her mouth feels on me.”
Shit, did I say yes or no?