chapter 29
Iselyn
I watch him sliding under the covers in the dim light. Usually, I fall asleep by the time he comes out of the bath, but today I’ve got my period and a few cramps. He lays down facing me. Our eyes lock, and we stay like that until he mutters, “Why are you still awake?”
“Period cramps.”
He frowns. “And you haven’t taken any medicine for it?”
“It’s not too much, just a light pain, only making me uncomfortable. I don’t want to take medicine for such a small thing.”
He nods.
“Can I ask you something?” I speak.
He nods with a smile. “You don’t need to ask this question, Angel. I could dance with happiness just because you want to talk to me.”
My lips twitch in an attempt not to smile. “What are you doing with people from the internet?”
He sighs. “And here I thought you’d ask something like, Is it fine if I ask you to fuck me?”
I hit his shoulder. We both jump at my action. He chuckles, shifting a little closer to me. “Those who make only comments are arrested by the police in their area. Those who talk too much shit by making videos or blogs… we deal with personally.”
“But they’re civilians. Do you guys have to be so harsh?”
He purses his lips. His dark eyes shine in the dim light with anger.
“We are not killing them. This is the best we are doing. People should think before speaking. If someone does something against me that I don’t like, I let them know that they should not have provoked someone they can’t afford to mess with. ”
I scoff. “This is dictatorship and a bad use of power.”
He smirks. “And I never claimed to be a good man. People have always talked useless shit about Zo and me, claiming we’re playboys, fathers of more than a thousand bastards, and whatnot.
We always ignored them, but this time it’s about Avi.
We can’t ignore those shitholes who talk about her character like that.
No one talks nonsense about our women. It’s the bottom line. ”
I chuckle. “I wanted to beat some of them myself, honestly.”
His hand moves around my waist. “My wife has violence in her.” He breathes against my mouth.
I avert my gaze and push lightly on his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Only my heart starts beating louder at the feel of his hard muscles under my palm.
“Matleon,” I breathe. It was supposed to be a sound of protest, but why does it sound like I’m inviting him closer? And he does get closer.
“Yes, Angel.”
I look into his eyes. “I don’t want you to—”
My words are eaten by his lips. He sucks on my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. My eyes close as he deepens the kiss, devouring my thoughts and willpower to protest.
When he leaves my lips, I take slow, deep breaths. But my heart is still thudding without pause. He cups my cheek with his palm. “I know you don’t want me to kiss my wife, nor do you want me to fuck my wife. And I want to do all these things. So we have to settle somewhere in the middle.”
“But you’ve already kissed me. So it’s settled.”
He smirks. “That’s not the middle. It will only settle after I eat your sweet pussy.”
My eyes go wide. “No way. I’m on my period.”
He chuckles. “Blood is the last thing I have a problem with.”
I scrunch my nose. “I do have a problem. I can’t kiss the mouth that just—eww.” I shudder.
He laughs, then pulls my chin up. “Okay, I won’t do that. So now you can kiss me.”
I gulp. “I didn’t say I want to kiss you.”
“You said you can’t kiss me if I eat you. That means if I don’t, then you can kiss me. So now kiss me.”
I shake my head. “Don’t play with words. I can kiss you, that doesn’t mean I want to kiss you.”
“Can you kiss our chef?”
I frown. “No.”
“Can you kiss the president?”
My frown deepens. “Of course not.”
“Who comes to your mind when you think about kissing?”
“You.” The answer leaves my mouth like an automatic response, and the shine that appears in his eyes makes me want to take it back instantly.
“So, there’s only one man who comes to your mind when you think about kissing. And that man is me, the one you want to kiss, right?”
I nod, dazed.
“That means you want to kiss me, but you’re lying to yourself.” He clicks his tongue. “That’s not fair.”
I put a finger on his mouth. “Shut up.” He’s messing with my head.
He kisses my finger, then opens his mouth and sucks it in. I pull it out immediately, but that doesn’t stop the tingling.
His face turns serious, eyes darkening. I know this expression, I’ve seen it many times right before, my insides start melting in anticipation.
He bites his lower lip, and my thighs clench. He covers my eyes with his hand. “Don’t look at me with those fuck me eyes.”
I pull his hand away. “I’m not.”
He grabs the back of my head and pulls my face closer to his. “You are. You don’t know how impossibly difficult it is to hold myself back when your black pupils expand into blue, your cheeks start glowing like burning coals, and you let out small breaths through your slightly parted lips.”
Then he slams his lips onto mine. This kiss is not soft like the previous one, it’s the kind that always leaves me dizzy.
He pulls back. “You’re driving me crazy,” and crashes his lips onto mine again. His hardness presses against my thighs. I push my thigh forward a little, unknowingly, and he groans into my mouth.
He lets go of my lips. My head is dizzy, my limbs heavy. I force my eyes open and look at him. He works his hand down, and the sound of the zipper opening sobers me up a little, but I return to my previous dazed state when he takes my hand and wraps it around his thick shaft.
My eyes are wide open now, but my head still can’t process anything. He moves my hand along his length, covering it with his bigger one. He is huge. He will never fit inside me.
What the hell am I even thinking? I will never have sex with him—penetrative sex, I mean.
He moans, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, Angel. Your hand feels so good.”
He removes his hand, leaving me alone with his dick. But I don’t stop, I keep moving my hand as he had, my gaze locked on his face, memorizing every dark line, every flicker of pleasure.
He groans and suddenly opens his eyes. Our eyes meet and hold, burning into each other, until they close again in ecstasy.
His moans vibrate inside me. Hot come slicks my hand while Matleon shudders, and I feel the intoxication of making this beautiful beast tremble like that.
It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever witnessed, and part of me wants to worship it. Stupid part.
He calms down within seconds, peels off his T-shirt, wipes the come from my hand, and tosses it aside. I’m still staring at him in awe when he pulls me into his arms. “This was the best experience my dick’s ever had with a hand.”
“How many hands has it seen to evaluate?” I murmur, bitterness threading my words despite my effort to hide it.
He chuckles, and presses a soft, searing kiss to my lips. “I told you, I never kissed anyone, I never fucked anybody. It covers everything in the middle.”
I melt against him, letting him wrap me tightly. My face buries in his neck, inhaling his scent. I didn’t come this time, but why does my body feel that overpowering satisfaction, as if I had?
Matleon
“Happy Birthday,” she mutters in a sleepy voice after getting up and sitting in front of me.
“Thanks.” I extend my hand. “My gift?”
“I didn’t prepare anything.”
I nod. “No problem. I’ll be satisfied with a repeat of last night.”
She jumps off the bed immediately. “I have to go pee,” and rushes toward the bathroom.
I chuckle, stretching my arms over my head. “Happy Birthday,” I mutter, grinning.
I check my phone and reply to my relatives’ messages until she comes out of the bathroom. She stops when she sees me still sitting on the bed. I get off the bed as soon as she enters the bathroom, but today I’ve planned to cling to her.
I follow her as she walks toward the door and then down the stairs. She glances at me. “Why are you following me?”
I shrug. “I just need to go where you’re going.”
She eyes me once more and then walks toward the kitchen. Wen stops us in the hallway. She gives me a hug. “Happy Birthday. I guess the ban is now lifted since you’ve already replied to my message.”
“What ban?” Lyn asks.
Wen sighs. “There was a ban on wishing him happy birthday for the past five years. He used to get very mad when we wished him in person and ignored our messages. I think—”
I cut her off. “Whatever. You can wish me now, and I won’t mind a good birthday cake as well.” My eyes lock with my Angel. “With a gift.”
Wen clears her throat. I reluctantly look at her.
“What kind of cake do you want?”
I look back at Iselyn. “Whatever my wife wants to make.”
“I don’t know much about making desserts.”
“No problem. Even if it’s just plain uncooked dough, I’ll happily eat it,” I grin. “If it’s made by you.”
Wen groans. “Come on, Leo, this is so cheesy. And it would’ve been fine if it weren’t a lie. Everyone knows you can’t eat anything that doesn’t meet your high-ass royal taste standards.”
Iselyn chuckles. I watch Wen with narrowed eyes. “You’re reminding me too much these days that you’re unmarried. Why don’t I start searching for a nice guy so you can get lost from here with him, and I can live my married life in peace?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Like I’ll let you get rid of me so easily.”
My lips curl into my favorite smile, the one that always unsettles people. “Want to test?”
She flares her nostrils, then narrows her eyes. “I’ll tell Dad about your shenanigans.”
“Dad already knows. And how long are you going to use Dad like a little girl?”
She smirks. “As long as both of us are alive, I’m my dad’s little girl. You’re just jealous of me.”
I open my mouth, but Lyn interrupts. “Guys, how about a vanilla Biscoff cheesecake?”
“He’ll make faces after eating Biscoff,” Wen grunts.
“It’s perfect, Angel,” I smile, walking closer to her. “Let’s make it.”
“If you don’t like Biscoff, we could use something else,” she says.
“Okay, if you say so.” We both walk into the kitchen. “I’ll help you find the ingredients.”
I provide all the utensils and ingredients she requests, then lean against the counter, watching her work. Her hands move steadily, of course, she’s trained to handle knives and guns. Even though she can’t match professionals, she is far stronger than Wen or Avi.
My eyes follow the movement of her hands, up her arms, and then to the swell of her breasts. My hands itch to touch them. My gaze slides up to her face. There is a small vertical dip in the middle of her chin, not very deep, but it gives her round face and petite chin an adorable charm.
Her lips are not very full, a delicate peachy-pink.
Their color shifts subtly, some days a deeper shade, some days lighter.
And her eyes… the most beautiful ocean eyes.
She inherited their color from her father, though hers is lighter, softer.
I tilt my head, studying them closely, trying to name their shape.
I think they call this type of lovely eyes cherry blossom eyes.
She turns her head and catches me staring, which has become usual for both of us. I shift closer and take the strand of curls that has been brushing her cheek, pushing it into her bun the way I’ve seen her do many times.
My fingers glide along her cheek and down her jaw. I place my fingers under her chin and rub my thumb over the small dent there. I lean closer slowly, but before I could kiss her, an unwanted noise comes from the kitchen door. I inhale sharply, Iselyn flinches and moves away from me.
I turn my head and glare at my sisters. Now I understand why people go on honeymoons—to stay away from people who ruin your moments.
I walk around the counter in a sour mood. Wen and Avi rush away from the door.
“I’ll see what I can do with you both,” I grit out, walking past them.