Chapter 128

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 128. Compensation (1)

“…honestly, I don’t know much about blood relationships,” Raphael answered. “The sun of Deltium is too far away to feel its affection.”

“I see.”

“But I do feel like I owe him a debt. His Majesty took me in, even though I’m a bastard, and gave me a respectable position. Given so much support, I feel I must repay him with loyalty,” Raphael said earnestly.

This was an entirely sincere response. Though in truth, what he was most grateful for was not his respectable position, but the beautiful woman before him now.

If the King had not forced this marriage, Raphael would never have married Annette, and she would now be another man’s wife. A thought so terrible that just imagining it made him grit his teeth. When had he become so attached to this little woman?

But Raphael’s chance to admit these feelings had already passed by. Unaware of his thoughts, Annette just nodded.

“Thank you. I know you hate answering questions, but you told me.”

“Well…it’s not that I hate it…” Raphael began, looking at her anxiously. This was the first time she had spent the night away from him since they had been married, and it made him strangely uneasy. It felt as if something important had slipped out of the house, and he hadn’t been able to sleep well because of it.

For the first time in a long time, he had gotten up early. Pacing back and forth by the front door as he waited for Annette, expecting her any minute. It was fortunate that she had come home early, like a good wife. But his joy had been fleeting, and his mood quickly sombered. She was too quiet.

It seemed he was the only one that was excited to see her.

Does she remember what she promised me?

She had promised him that she would do whatever he wanted, to placate him for leaving him. That wasn’t why he had been waiting for her, but…he was annoyed by the lack of response when she saw him.

Why is she looking at me like that?

Annette, however, had forgotten all about it, after everything else that had happened the night before. She had no idea why Raphael was looking at her that way. His face, scowling with anxiety, looked even more fierce with his cold beauty.

Is he unhappy with me again? She wondered. Probably because I asked him a personal question.

Best to make her escape before his temper erupted. She had already asked him the important question.

“I am supposed to go and speak with Eucaly,” she said, quickly excusing herself. “She gives me some medicine every day to help me stay strong, and I have to have a word with her about it. I’ll see you later.”

”Oh! You scared me, Raphael! Put me down.”

“You’re just going to run away if I let you go,” Raphael growled, unable to contain his uneasiness. “You were supposed to compensate me when you got home, remember?”

Somehow, he had to reduce the emotional distance he felt with her, but he had never learned the management of things like this. And because he could not speak honestly about it, he was trying to close the distance physically.

Quickly, he made his way up to the bedroom with her over his shoulder. Caught in the clutches of the beast, there was no way that Annette could escape.

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With her eyes covered by a blindfold, Annette squirmed. Her hands were bound in front of her, but there was no way to untie the silk scarf wrapped around her wrists. She could not see anything. Sitting on the bed, she was very embarrassed.

“Raphael? Are you there?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Standing a short distance away with his arms crossed, Raphael licked his lips, enjoying the sight. He was so aroused, his vision was hazed red. Why did she look so appetizing?

Finally, he approached, pushing her down and spreading her legs apart to look between them. Between the red petals, her cl!toris was slightly swollen, and Raphael smiled. Gently, he rubbed the protuberance with a thumb calloused from training.

“Ahh…” Annette bit her lower lip. Wicked fingertips stroked over her most sensitive spots, and Raphael slid his fingers between her lips.

“Lick,” he instructed.

There was a dangerous edge to his voice, and Annette obeyed, her tongue licking at his fingers. Raphael’s eyes darkened with desire. Watching her like this was too arousing.

Once his fingers were wet, he withdrew them from her mouth and slipped them between her legs, sliding until he stopped suddenly. At once, the shy Annette tried to clamp her legs together, but his strong hands only pushed them further apart.

“You are already wet.” His deep voice throbbed in her ears, coming down on her from above. “Did licking my fingers make you wet?”