The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 305
He had to endure it.
He knew he had to endure it, for the sake of his wife, whom he had worked so hard for days on end.
âHaa, WifeâŚâ
Ash pressed Nina back against the window.
The cool window, and the hard male body.
Caught between them like a sandwich, her feminine body wriggled as if it were struggling.
But instead of saying she didnât want it, his merciful wife moved her hips as though riding a rhythm.
As if she were willing to accept his heat.
âHng, huuâŚâ
Ashâs lips slid downward along the pale, soft line of her neck.
The sweet scent coming from his wife, trapped in his arms and shuffling in place.
The more he left marks with his hard teeth, the stranger and more alluring her breathing became.
âMm, nn, it ticklesâŚâ
Everything about his wife erased his self-control like this.
It made him impatient, like a green youth who had only just awakened to reason.
If it had been back when he didnât know the sensations this embrace could give him, that would be one thing.
But now that he knew this small embrace could lead him all the way to a moment he could never reach alone.
He couldnât endure it alone any longer, the way he had until now.
âHoney, letâs go to the bed, to the bed.â
Ash scooped her up while holding her in his arms, as she spoke with difficulty through heated breaths.
When her slender legs naturally wrapped around his waist, his lower abdomen tightened hard.
âMmmâŚâ
Supporting her soft backside, he joined their moist lips together.
He parted her mouth, red like fruit, indulged in it thickly, and carried her forward.
As he moved, they naturally brushed together below, and each otherâs breaths gradually grew hotter.
Pulling his lips away, Ash looked at the face reflecting the moonlight that had soaked into the room, his gaze dark.
The face of his wife, which he had thought as pale as the bluish moonlight, was flushed red as if anticipating the pleasure to come.
For a brief moment, he lamented his own foolishness for leaving her neglected for so long, without knowing she was a woman who could make such a lovely face.
ââŚWife, Iâm sorry, but I donât think tonight will be an easy one either.â
Ash was the second son of House Bayern.
Until now, he had never desired or coveted anything.
Having grown up watching his greed-filled birth mother, he had learned that if one nurtured desires beyond oneâs station, life would rush toward ruin.
To begin with, he had been born as the second son, in a position where he could desire nothing belonging to the family.
So despite appearances, he had no greed.
Even this position was only one he occupied in order to pass it on intact to Ian.
But now, something had arisen that he longed for.
His wife.
Once, she had been someone he hated so thoroughly he was sick of her, but now she was a presence as indispensable to his life as light and salt.
ââŚI never want to lose you.â
He didnât think he had been forgiven for everything he had done to his wife in the past.
Because even though they indulged in each other every night, she still hadnât answered his heart.
So he intended to do his utmost to imprint his existence upon his wife.
He buried his body deep into her slender one.
Soon their bodies tangled, and the sheets became hopelessly disheveled.
Until deep into the night, the bed groaned and protested as if it were breaking apart.
* * *
An icy wind blew through House Azelot.
It began with a split that arose within the knight order.
The knights who, under Count Azelotâs orders, had confined the repairmanâs family in the Duchy of Bayern.
Among them, Clon, who had returned first, accused the comrades who hadnât returned of corruption.
When the account books were reviewed.
Evidence of corruption came out, and at that timing, the remaining two knights who had been detained in House Bayern returned, seething with venom.
Because of this, Count Azelotâs fury exploded.
Because the corruption within the knight order wasnât only a problem of those two men.
âYour Excellency, as you ordered, we have confiscated all three menâs property.â
At the Knight Commanderâs words, Count Azelot, who was seated with the window behind him, twitched his lips.
âSo, how much was recovered?â
âThey lost all the money they had embezzled in gambling, so the amount we recovered isnât very large.â
âTsk.â
Strictly speaking, the amount those three bastards had skimmed wasnât all that much.
But the fact that they had dared, without knowing their place, to steal from his coffers was something he couldnât tolerate.
âStrip those bastards of their positions, and once things around here quiet down, kill them quietly.â
The Knight Commander drew in a breath in surprise at his order.
To have the three of them imprisoned, then killed.
âYour Excellency, isnât that far too severe a punishment for the nature of their crime?â
The corruption of a knight who had sworn loyalty to the head of the house was a grave offense.
