Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 27: Gift

Bell looked up at him with a frown but saw that his expression was as blank as a plain parchment, with no emotions or indication of what he planned to do. She did not question him and carefully turned around. Perhaps he did not want her to see how he would lock her in the room, Belle thought, but then she inhaled sharply when his gloved hands suddenly rested on her shoulders from behind, causing her to still like a statue.

"I... I thought you were going to punish me. Aren’t you going to lock the door?" She mustered the courage to ask him when his hand was moving her hair away from her back. Without stopping what he was doing with her hair, he remarked tonelessly, "Would you rather I lock the door before I do this for you?" He asked as his hand that had tied her hair went down to the corset laces that were half tied, and Belle swirled around as if realizing something.

"It’s morning... you can’t do that to me again..." she stammered, thinking he was going to remove her only clothing to do what he had done to her last night again as a punishment. How dumb of her to think his punishment would be the same as her parents’? Of course, he would punish her by doing something she did not want to do!

He tilted his head to the side and studied her with a crooked smile on his handsome face. "And what might that be, you think I want to do to you?" he questioned.

Belle’s face heated up at his question. "You know it..." she muttered under her breath as she ducked her head to hide her embarrassment, and he threw his head back and laughed.

"How am I to know, little one? Do tell me what you think," he prodded, even though he knew what she was certainly talking about, but just to see her flustered, he wanted her to say it.

Belle wished the ground would open and swallow her rather than being in such a situation where he was trying to make her speak of his sinful act last night. Biting the inside of her lips, she said, "Last night..."

"What last night?" Rohan arched an amused brow like he was completely clueless about what she meant. If someone had told him having a human wife was half as amusing and entertaining as this, he would have long ago suggested this marriage to the king before anyone. His wife was too innocent for her own—and his own—good, and the more innocent she was, the more he wanted to taint her and reform her into what he believed she should have been had she not been raised by completely useless parents who threw her to the lion’s den to save their precious daughter.

"Last night," Belle continued, wringing her hands in front of her. "What you did to me... with your... fingers..." She finally brought the words out but wished she would just drop down and die from embarrassment. It was one thing to like it when she knew it was bad, and it was another to be forced to say the words out loud.

"Oh, you should have just said the words. I fingered you, sweetheart. Did you enjoy it?" Rohan questioned her again with a devilish smirk pulling the sides of his lips up when she turned as red as tomatoes, and before she could answer, he added, "Pick your answer carefully, Isa. If you didn’t enjoy it, I will be willing to use another method right now to make up for last night’s lack of enjoyment." He said, raising his hand to toy with the one curly strand of hair that fell over her bangs like he couldn’t help it.

How did their conversation lead to this? Belle questioned herself as she felt a nervous sweat trail down her back. She was trapped with no way of escaping. If she told him she did not enjoy it, he would tempt her into yet another sin, as she believed he did not join with a woman the way everyone did. And if she told him she did enjoy it, wouldn’t that make her a sinner like him? Surely she would not be able to find a confession box to confess her sin for purity anymore because she had admitted to liking it.

She was in a dilemma, and the devil before her did not seem patient enough to wait for her. His hand, which had been toying with the strand of her hair, slowly went down to cup the side of her neck, his gloved hand warm against her skin, and was trailing down her shoulder to obviously descend on her breast like last night. Before that could happen, she quickly blurted out the truth she had so much wanted to deny.

"Yes! I enjoyed it." She exclaimed, shutting her eyes in utter embarrassment.

Rohan smiled in satisfaction as he watched her biting down on her lower lip and her eyes shut like she could no longer meet his gaze. Raising his hand, he gently patted the top of her head. "That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it? Now turn around so I can dress you the way I think befits my wife." He pinched the tip of her long nose, and her eyes immediately flew open.

"I-I can dress myself," she said quickly after his words settled in her well-cooked, embarrassed mind. She had not heard of any way a husband helped his wife dress, nor had she seen her parents do it.

Rohan let his gaze linger on the smooth expanse of her milky, freckled shoulders, the delicate dip of her collarbones, and then her face that was seemingly getting redder with each passing second. His brows lifted slightly. "Can you?" He then leaned in just enough for his breath to fan against her flushed cheek. "Then next time, make sure not to keep me waiting for so long. Now, be a good girl and turn around for your husband." He brushed his lips against her cheek, making her flinch and press her back harder against the bedpost.

Raised in an environment where she had seen little of marital life and only heard whispers of what husbands and wives did, Belle still couldn’t believe that her husband dressing her was normal. This was a punishment, his own twisted form of control, ensuring she wouldn’t dare disobey him again.

Rohan’s smirk deepened. "Don’t waste my time, wife."

I did not ask you to dress me! She thought as she nervously bit the inside of her cheeks.

Knowing there was no escape, and somewhat relieved that he wasn’t about to punish her in the ways she had feared, she slowly began to turn her back to him. Reaching out, she gripped the bedpost and bit down on her lower lip out of habit.

Belle felt his fingers brush the laces of her corset, his touch gentle yet unhurried. He pulled them tight, and she gasped as the fabric cinched around her waist. His hands grazed her sides, lingering just a second too long before moving up to adjust the shoulders of her chemise, his gloved fingers dragging over her bare skin and sending a shiver down her spine.

"Tell me something, sweetheart. I found something interesting inside your trunk while burning it this morning," he paused as her back stiffened and her breath hitched, then her heart began to thud so fast he could hear it as if it belonged to him, and he enjoyed the sound of it.

She bit her lip, her hands fisting around the bedpost. "Wh-what did you find?" she asked, praying it wasn’t the things she had been given to do the experiments. What would she tell him if he asked her why she kept garlic and holy water, not to mention the stake?!

"Tell me, Isa," he said smoothly as he worked on the buttons at the back of the dress he had pulled over her head. "It’s your trunk; you should know better what I found in it."

Her throat dried, but before she could part her lips to speak, her stomach growled loudly, announcing how hungry she was to the man behind her, who leaned forward as if to peek at her growling stomach.

"Tsk, that is what you get for delaying our meal, my wife. Let’s get you fed first before we discuss what I found in the trunk," he said as he finished the last button with an ease that made her curious about how he knew how to dress a woman and also relieved that she had managed to escape answering yet another question from him, for now.

He stood at the side and let her do her hair in front of the mirror by herself while he watched her from behind with his hands tucked in his pockets, his expression unreadable, and his dead black eyes seemingly making her clumsy with tying her hair with the pins. She’d never worn any dress like this one. It was blue with detailed designing that put all the dresses she had ever owned to shame.

The gown had a fitted, embroidered bodice and a low, lace-trimmed neckline that made the swell of her breasts revealed, along with puffed sleeves gathered at the shoulders, then narrowed into lace cuffs that matched the delicate detailing around the dress. A small floral brooch sat at the center of the bodice, and then she styled her hair in soft waves pulled back, with her bangs covering her forehead as usual.

Done, she turned to him, where he had not torn his eyes away from her the whole time she was clumsily doing her hair. She saw his eyes trail her body from head to toe and then back again before a lazy smile graced his sinfully beautiful full red lips that would put many human girl’s lips to shame. To be honest, she’d never seen anyone so devastatingly handsome and devilish at the same time as him, not to mention the arrogant way he stood and walked. freewёbnoνel.com

He slowly began to walk to her, and she was suddenly tempted to walk backward but held her ground as not to displease him. One, she needed to be obedient and eat with him so she could get the opportunity to take a walk in the castle to find her ring; she had not forgotten that. When he came to stand in front of her, he said, "Turn around."

She did not question him and turned.

Rohan was slightly disappointed she did not disobey him so he could have a reason to punish her by running his fingers across the swell of her breasts that were pushed up by the corset he had tied tightly to achieve this result to feast his eyes on.

He tucked his hand inside his pocket and retrieved something from it. He then stepped forward and put his arm around her neck and moved it back to allow the expensive gold chain to rest against her collarbone. Before she could react, he had fastened the link at the back of her neck.