The Don's Wife

38 | Vulnerability

"Kiss me."

As per her request, I wrapped an arm around her thighs, hoisted her up, while my other hand supported her back. Startled by my sudden movement, she reflexively cuddled my neck as if in fear of falling.

Right when her lips parted to utter a protest, I sealed them with mine, rendering her literally speechless.

Whilst we're both relishing ourselves in our feverish kiss, I slowly made our way to the sofa at the center of the room. Although it was quite a difficult trip with the ongoing distraction that I was faced with, bumping into furnitures here and there, we managed to reach our destination safely.

Carefully, I laid her down on the leather cushions. Her perplexed gaze wandered around the room before it landed on me, taking off my suit.

"Aren't we supposed to do this in the bedroom?"
Why I could see this sort of questions coming from her, and it will never not be adorable.

"I'm dying to have you. I don't have any spare of patience left to relocate room." I said in between the avid kisses I peppered down her shoulder line while simultaneously unzipping her dress.

"But it's too bright in here– ah.. let's turn off the lights first." She shyly pushed me away, holding the neckline of her dress in place, keeping herself covered.

I could never get over her duality. A second ago she brazenly imparted that she's seducing me, the next, when we actually get down to business, she became as timid as a rabbit. Usually women wouldn't hesitate to perform all kinds of their vulgar, artful methods with the expectation that they would entice me. But not Rosie. She's in a whole different league. Even though she's transparent with her wants, she still preserves that naivety of hers that piqued one's curiosity.

That's where her charm lies. And the fact that she isn't aware of her own charm, added her allure to the next level of irresistible.

It may be due to her inexperience. In the course of time this particular charm of hers may fade as she eventually grew accustomed to me, which I have no problem with, mind you. Though it wouldn't hurt to hope for this side of her to last longer.

But, regardless, something else concerns me.

"I'd like to see you clearly." Without taking my eyes off her, I held the hand that pushed me away and kissed her knuckles.

After I discovered her background, I've realized that there's an underlying reason for a partial of her timid side. Especially when it comes to her own body.

She clutched her dress even tighter, somehow appeared more uneasy than before.

"Rosie–" I coaxed.

"I'm sorry, I know you said that you don't mind but it's just– unsightly." She smiled bitterly.

To hear such ill-thoughts had manifested such a perfect woman saddens me. It also deepened my resentment towards the cunt by the name of Dorothy Williams.

When I catch her, I'll be sure to make her endure a bottomless pit of suffering before I send her to hell itself.

I began to unbutton my shirt, stripped it off, and toss it on the floor. I grabbed her wrist then placed her palm onto a cut mark at the left side of my neck. "See this? This one here was a gift from your brother from when we're fourteen, it was the first and the last time we duel with actual swords. It's a shame to admit, but I lost."

She stayed silent. Fingers grazing, feeling the subtle bump of the cut with a sentimental tinge lingering in her eyes. Next, I moved her hand to my right lumbar region, where a wide scar resided. "Here, I got from some random punk in a fight. He caught me off guard. Got me pretty good that it needed stitches."