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Unyielding Dominance

Miyuki's POV

"Why are you yelling so much? I can hear you from the entrance," Suddenly, the door swung open with a dramatic creak, and Muzan stepped into the room, his presence commanding.

The concubines sprang to their feet, their heads lowering in deep, respectful bows. I, on the other hand, stayed rooted in place, glaring at him with defiance and frustration.

Muzan's eyes locked onto mine, widening slightly as if he were captivated by an unexpected sight. "Hmpm!" I huffed, deliberately looking away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my gaze.

"Get out," Muzan commanded, his tone carrying a dangerous edge as he advanced towards me. The command was clear, but the way his gaze lingered on me made me shiver.

The concubines scurried out quickly, their retreat a hurried shuffle as they left us alone in the room.

The door closed behind them with a final, echoing thud, sealing us in a space that now felt incredibly intimate and fraught with unspoken tensions.

Grabbing my wrist and bringing it to his lips. I looked away, still feeling upset and angry. "My lady, your devoted husband stands before you. How may I serve you?" his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Hmph! Let me go," I huffed, trying to pull my hand away, but he pinned my hands behind my back.

Muzan leaned in, kissing my cheek. "Why is my new wife making such a ruckus that the entire estate can hear her?" he asked softly.

I snapped, "You scoundrel!! I was stuck inside and couldn't go out!!" I hit his chest with my free hand, but he swiftly grabbed it and pinned it behind my back, holding both of my arms securely in place.

"Without a single word, you left me," I shouted and he looked at me amused,  "If you dare to make me suffer any longer, I'll kill myself!! Just you wait."

"Haha..." Muzan broke out laughing, and it pissed me off even more. "Let me go, or I swear—" My words were cut short as I glared up at him, my breathing heavy.

"MhmPM!!" He shut my lips with a kiss, silencing me. The kiss was forceful, yet there was an unexpected tenderness to it. When he finally pulled away, I was breathless.

"Miyuki," Muzan said, his voice low and serious, rubbing my lips, I blushed as he pushed his thumb in, "Wife, you have no idea how alluring you look today," Muzan murmured, his voice low and sultry.

Before I could respond, he leaned in and captured my lips in another kiss. I pushed against his chest at first, resisting him, but my resolve falter.

"Stop...Muzan..." I muttered against his lips, my voice wavering.

He ignored my protests, deepening the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, demanding entry. 

"Mmhmp... Hmpm!! Ha.." I hesitated, but the persistence of his kiss made me part my lips slightly, allowing him in. His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring and dominating, making me gasp.

I tried to push him away again, but his hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer. My hands moved from pushing to gripping his yukata, clinging to him as the kiss grew more heated.

"Aaah?" Muzan's grip tightened around me, his tongue twined with mine, a soft moan escaped my lips, surprising both of us. His kiss became even more demanding, his hands roaming over my back, holding me flush against him.

"That's it," he whispered against my lips. "Give in to me." I pulled back slightly, catching my breath. "You're infuriating," I said, my voice trembling.

"And yet, you can't resist me," he replied, his smirk evident even in the dim light. I sighed, knowing there was no use arguing with him. "True, but don't think I'll make this easy for you."