Chapter 8: I Can Trust My Wife

I gasped trying to take a break as my small and fragile body was breathless in his arms.

I couldn’t do anything about hyperventilation. The last time I learned something from him in bed, it was the difference in power that I unconsciously felt. I remembered how his strong grip weighed on my arm.

The pale, white arms of an aristocratic lady, who had not even written a letter when she was young, and the man’s arms, which would have been hardened in the traces of time, were different in colour. The man’s hand touched the grown female body, fed in abundance and clothed with the most sincere hands. The price was never light.

Then I saw him. It was a solid body. Even if I tried to move my body while squirming, it was just whining in front of him, which made me scared. His hardened groin narrowly brushed the end of his pants, and beyond that, a truly obscene scene unfolded before my eyes.

It was very fast and rough.

Memories of our lips touching each other continued. His tongue, which came out of his mouth, crushed my sensitive mouth and scanned it. Digging into me greedily as if claiming his territory. Even my senses were blurred by the persistent sucking of flesh as if it was his.

After the kiss, he pressed my lips and looked down at me with cool blue eyes. Like an arrogant nobleman, his chin was raised. Madness was seen in his eyes as he scanned the saliva dripping down his thumb.

The hard body of that time stifled me again.

Returning from my thoughts, I held on to the reins as if it were a lifeline.

The moment he passed by was sharp, but it could have been my own illusion. He might not have known that I was running away. He might have just been wondering where I was going.

I thought the solution was to change the subject calmly because his power beyond what I could handle.

“I’m going to buy some more books.”

So I said,

“I thought it’d be nice to read it with Jane.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then.”

His hand, which was holding my wrist, slipped up and grabbed mine.

“Why are you trembling like this?”

“…….”

It was a question with a fixed answer. At this time, the important thing was not the insignificant answers that we already knew.

It was the intention of the inquirer.

His hand, which was winding around my waist, swept my hair aside. As if he was trying to soothe and coax his woman. Even such an attitude was slow and calm because he was not in a hurry.

My shoulders trembled instinctively as his nose touched the back of my neck. He took a deep breath. Then he started to lick the hickeys he had carved with his lips. I felt like a tree rooted in the ground and choked with vines. I licked my lips. Silently, looking at the white hand holding the red reins.

Then I heard his low, friendly voice.

“…there are many books in the library.”

“…”

“Is that not enough?”

Huh? He whispered.

“You left your necklace that you loved so much.”

Elegantly narrowing the siege and aiming for prey. A sharp nose was pressed against the white nape of my neck.

“Why?”

His voice grew deeper.

“Has your secret partner been too busy to meet?”

“No.”

I said, pushing his hand. His gaze was fixed on the innocent words.

“It’s just… I feel stuffy.”

The arm that hugged me became harder, I felt stuffy.

“I wanted to go out.”

Siegfried wrapped my hand holding the horse’s reins and let it go.

“Because it’s cramped.”

He gave me a big hug again when I said that. And all the employees in Roam watched me enter the mansion in Siegfried’s arms. Contrary to expectations, Siegfried carefully dropped me on the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he looked up at me.

“You didn’t even wear shoes.”

He gently caressed my feet and told me, I thought I was walking outside completely sane, but as he said, my feet were barefoot.

He held my hand back when I reached for my feet. He kissed the hem of my dress with his head buried in my lap and looked up at me.

(T/N: he was kissing her private part from outside the dress when he buried his head on her lap)

“Did it hurt?”

My face burned up knowing what he was asking about. The hand that pressed me down in the late night when we first slept together passed through my memory once again.

“I love it when my wife touches me.”

He took my hand and made me sweep his cheek. It was my first time touching his face like this. Nevertheless, the emotions were not easily hidden, so the place where my fingertips touched felt sharp and strange. My hands trembled faintly because I felt like I was stroking a beast that could bite me at any time.

He looked up at me passionately and gave me a sensual smile.

“And swallowing me up.”

His lips opened slowly.

“And treating me. Everything.”

All right, he said so.

“Unlike the bastards who dared to betray Roam, I can trust my wife. So… I place importance on you.”

I thought I didn’t know what kind of expression I was making. To him who was sitting on his knees in front of me, as if he was sitting arrogantly on the highest point.

“For me.”

And he smiled brightly. Even to me, saying that I couldn’t yield my abilities.

He immediately made the new butler bring a basin full of water and washed my feet carefully with his own hands. I looked down at his black hair without saying a word, and his crude hand gripped my feet. The other hand was clumsy but carefully poured water on the injured skin.

After he finished washing my feet, he lifted them up and leaned his head against my wet feet and kissed them. After that, he carefully wiped his hands with a towel placed next to him, and raised himself as he dug between my legs.

I saw Siegfried Roam looking at me as I leaned back. His fingers gently stroked my white cheeks and went down.

He gently grabbed my chin and kissed the bridge of my nose. Then his breath went to my ear.

“Do you want to go out?”

It seemed like even the devil who asked to say a wish would not be able to make such a voice. When I nodded after hesitating, something hot and sticky swept up my ear.

“Feel free to walk out of here at any time, Milena.”

He said, moving his waist slowly. A different skin rubbed against the intrusive one.

All I could hear in the dark was his voice.

“As a Roam, not as Milena Rochester.”

His hot lips turned to my cheeks, brushed against them, and swept off my lower lip. My shoulders trembled at the sudden stimulation.

He grabbed me and pressed me, then realised what he had done and let go of my wrists. Then he caressed my white neck as if to make up for what had happened earlier.

“Because that’s what you’ve been doing.”

His thumb pressed against my lips. A short, suffocating breath escaped between my lips, and he whispered softly. As if it was okay. As if to calm me down.

“I don’t want you to betray me any more.”

His fingers ran down my neck and slipped through the ribbon on my chest. As the cold air penetrated through the fabric of the dress, he buried his nose in it and took a deep breath.

I also took a deep breath and calmed myself down.

“It’s okay.”

He said, wiping my tears with his fingers.

“I won’t do anything, nothing at all. Huh?”

I looked up at him, lifting up my eyelashes that were moistened and gathered together. Then he took my hand and made me touch his body.

I touched his body through the perfectly angled vest and taut shirt without a single crease. A man’s body.

My fingertips slowly and gradually scanned him down as if searching for him.

This body was not even afraid of the Emperor. It was the body of a man who could even ridicule the Marquis of Rochester’s majesty that could fill the sea with gold.

My fingers, which became very sensitive, turned to the golden button on his clothes. It was cold. As my fingertips trembled, he pulled my hand as if encouraging me to explore it further.

My hand went down further and further, touching the buckle of his trousers. His gaze shifted from my fingertips to my eyes. The scarlet eyes that met the complementary colours were greatly shaken.

As my trembling hand gradually went down, his protruding throat began to tremble. I couldn’t bear to have courage, so I touched it slightly and quickly let it go. He whispered to me that I did well and left countless kisses in my ear.

At that moment my view flipped. He sat leisurely on the bed and tucked me in his arms. A big hand swept my back and his eyes turned to me. He made me sit on his lap and kissed me on the lips without a word. The first kiss was short and then, increasingly, denser and sensual.

It was like he was trying to show me that colours could be so dense. Was it because I had courage, or was it because I was afraid I wanted more?

I rested my head on his wide chest. Then I held my breath and looked up at him. His blue eyes glanced at me.

The hand that had stopped for a while soon swept my back slowly and affectionately.

I curled up in his arms and thought.

I didn’t want to believe it.

I didn’t want to believe that his heart was beating fast.

Was it when the summer of the year was at its peak?

He told me clearly in the office.

I don’t need a successor. Yes, that was the case between us.

There was a line.

It was probably my usefulness that made such an indifferent man change. There was no other catalyst, other than my usefulness, that could rationally explain this chemistry.

If I forget that, I will get hurt. It was hard for me to protect myself, so I always got hurt.

***

Three days had passed since then, and a lot had changed.

First, the carpet in my husband’s office was replaced. It was wider than last time. Jane cheerfully asked the servant why he bought such a big one, but I knew why.

Because it had to cover the bloodstains of the dead butler.

The soft fur of the carpet brushed against my fingertips. My hand stayed exceptionally long over the bloody wine that was like the stains on the floor.

“Madam,”

When the servant called for me, I suddenly came to my senses and let go of my hand. Jane complimented the carpet, but grumbled, “Did brother have to spend that much money on the carpet?” After a short chat, Jane turned her head and climbed the stairs. I stood there and looked around for a moment.

As always, everything was neat and tidy… It looked new. Although it was not shiny, it contributed to creating a unique and cool feeling to Roam that could not be explained in words. Jane said on the stairs.

“Milena, come on!”

Secondly, Jane’s smile slowly returned.

Her smile was too priceless for one butler of Roam to take away. Therefore, Jane’s sorrow for his death was deep but temporary.

Desserts, interesting books, embroidery, and a sweet, gentle world eventually saved the bright woman’s smile. Those things naturally deprived Jane of the choice to enjoy the sunlight between the clouds and run around the large garden of the mansion. The butler’s death would have been a lame story in front of those things.

She spoke cheerfully in front of the closet in the room.

“What should I wear today, huh? Should I wear an orange dress that is similar to the colour of my hair, or should I wear a green dress that I have been saving up for?”

“Your ladyship is wearing a scarlet dress today.”

“Oh, I see! Then I’ll have to wear something else.”

And the last thing that changed… It was the attitude of the employees.

As Jane rummaged through the closet with an excited face, I looked at the head maid’s face, who had just opened her mouth. She had a stiff face as usual, but the indifferent eyes were filled with a glow of obedience.

“If you have anything to say, I’ll listen carefully.”

Conscious of my gaze, she bowed politely. Those who stared down the mahogany coffin at the funeral did not talk about Alberto’s death.

Like a person lacking emotions, she obediently bowed her head with eyes free of resentment or reprimand.

“Nothing.”

I turned my head and looked at Jane.

Jane had a face that showed happiness as I picked out her ribbon hat and was excited about her casual outing.

When she heard that Siegfried had arrived, she ran out after a month and showed him the ribbon I had chosen.

His eyes curved affectionately as he listened to her daily chatter. I watched the two quietly from a few steps away.

“Outing?”

He asked in a languid voice. Then Jane nodded with sparkling eyes.

“I heard from the maid. You said you were going out! I’m free today….”

The head maid bowed silently as Siegfried’s blue eyes turned to her. My husband’s eyes moved slowly toward me.

His gaze didn’t last long. He spoke to Jane, who was very excited.

“You heard it right, but it’s half wrong.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You can’t come.”

His finger tapped Jane’s nose.

“Stay at home.”