Wicked Husband-Chapter 45 - 44

"Scent" hung heavy in the air, sparking a flicker of confusion in Eileen’s eyes. Did he mean something unpleasant? But as their gazes locked, a slow burn ignited beneath the surface. It mirrored that night, the same smoldering intensity in his crimson eyes.

Unsure if this was playful banter or a heartfelt confession, a tide of potential embarrassment threatened to engulf her. Eileen, unable to decipher his true meaning, tore her gaze away.

Meanwhile, the air crackled with unspoken tension. Cesare strode purposefully into the room, his every step echoing in the confined space. Reaching the center, he finally released her, his touch lingering a beat too long before she found her footing.

He proceeded to meticulously inspect the room once more, not merely observing but also running his hands over various objects. He pressed the backrest of the small single sofa that Eileen often occupied.

While the sofa was perfect for Eileen, it appeared quite diminutive in front of Cesare. It seemed unlikely to provide adequate back support for him.

Eileen allowed him to explore the room at his leisure but quickly interjected when he neared the bookshelf where her diary was kept.

"Um, Your Excellency, I mean, Cesare. Would you like to see this? Sir Diego gave me this rabbit doll as a gift."

She seized the doll positioned at the head of her bed and shook it vigorously. Fortunately, her desperate attempt caught Cesare’s attention. He might have been feigning interest, but at least she managed to divert his gaze.

"Would you like to see the bathroom too? There are a lot of interesting things."

Although there was nothing particularly captivating in the bathroom, Eileen, keen to divert his attention, chattered away as she guided Cesare to the attached bathroom in her bedroom.

Cesare chuckled and trailed after her. However, once she had enticed him into the bathroom, she found herself at a loss for words. After a moment’s reflection, she suddenly gestured towards the toothpaste.

"I made this myself. Well, not entirely from scratch..."

She had infused some herbs into store-bought powdered toothpaste. People appreciated it as a refreshing gift.

As Cesare listened intently, Eileen strained to avoid delving into detailed explanations of the herbs, their appearances, ingredients, and effects. While Eileen struggled with her impulse, Cesare inexplicably smiled.

"How do you use it?"

"Uh, you just brush your teeth as usual..."

"Show me."

At his urging, Eileen responded without thinking.

"Would you like to try it too, Cesare?"

She didn’t anticipate his agreement, but Cesare readily accepted.

They stood side by side at the small sink, trying the toothpaste. Everything, including the sink, was sized for Eileen. Despite the inconvenience, Cesare followed her movements without complaint.

Beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, the muscles in his forearms flexed and relaxed with each brushstroke. Water dripped down his strong arms, cascading off his fingers. It was a mundane act, this washing of hands, yet Eileen found herself captivated.

Cesare, who took extra care to thoroughly clean his hands, turned to gaze at Eileen. She flinched when their eyes met, realizing she had been observing him intently.

Like a thief caught in the act, Eileen hastily departed the bathroom without a word from Cesare. She stumbled, not paying attention to her steps, and tripped over the sofa.

Awkwardly, she fell onto the sofa, one leg on the floor and the other draped over the armrest. She attempted to swiftly correct her position, but a steady pressure on her back prevented her from moving. Cesare applied gentle pressure to her back, not forcefully, but with enough firmness to keep her immobile.

Initially, she suspected he was playing a prank. However, his continued presence without movement unsettled her. The pressure on her back intensified slightly, making it difficult to breathe. A tentative whisper escaped her lips.

"C-Cesare...?"

But Cesare remained silent, emitting a long sigh. Just as Eileen was about to address him again, he spoke first.

"...From now on."

His tone carried a hint of admonition, as if scolding a child.

"Even if someone requests to see your bedroom, do not allow them entry."

His voice, low and serious, held a sharp edge. Eileen promptly responded.

"No one has ever entered my bedroom besides you. Not even my father."

It wasn’t that she had forbidden her father; he simply had no interest in his child’s bedroom.

"So you don’t need to worry."

She anticipated him to commend her as if she were a child who had done well. However, Cesare remained silent, extending his other arm silently.

Leaning his large frame over the sofa’s backrest, he cast a shadow over her, looming closer. Nearly enveloping her, he brought his lips to her ear and asked softly.

"And you’re not worried about what I might do?"

Eileen attempted to turn her head to look at him, but Cesare issued a firm command.

"Don’t turn your head, Eileen."

She promptly obeyed, facing forward again, her gaze fixed on the sofa’s fabric.

"But you’re fine, Cesare," she reassured him.

She had allowed him into her bedroom because he was Cesare. He was someone she trusted implicitly, someone who would never harm her.

Even if he were to commit a wrongdoing, it wouldn’t matter. The warnings he had issued about dire consequences—like death or irreversible harm—would be acceptable if they came from Cesare.

’My life belongs to Cesare.’

Just as her mother had done, Eileen was prepared to sacrifice everything for him. Though it seemed Cesare didn’t particularly require her life, leaving her with only her determination.

"You will never have to replace me. Understand?"

During the attack in the greenhouse, Cesare had instructed Eileen not to replace him. But if such a situation were to arise, Eileen was willing to die for Cesare.

’Though it’s an unlikely scenario.’

Cesare exuded strength and magnificence. He possessed the ability to protect himself and was surrounded by numerous soldiers who could assist him.

There was nothing Eileen could offer him. Even her ambitious plan involving the dr*g had backfired, resulting in further trouble for Cesare.

"You could kill me or inflict irreparable harm on my body. But, Cesare, you wouldn’t do it without reason, and if it came to that, it would be my fault."

She calmly articulated her thoughts to him, believing it would demonstrate that she wasn’t a naive child who allowed him into her bedroom without justification. She felt a sense of pride, believing she had showcased her trust and loyalty to Cesare.

But Eileen soon realized she had completely misunderstood his intentions.

But the weight on her back abruptly shifted. Cesare lowered himself, his descent slow and deliberate. The press of his solid chest against her back sent a jolt through her. Then, a warmth spread beneath her, the weight pressing firmly against the curve of her buttocks. Eileen’s breath caught in her throat, eyes widening in a mixture of shock and something else, a flicker of something she couldn’t quite name.

Too flustered to speak, she could manage were breathless gasps as Cesare leaned impossibly closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. A husky murmur sent shivers down her spine.

"So, is this also your fault?"

A sharp nip on her earlobe sent a jolt through Eileen. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but a shocking awareness of his closeness, of his power. His tongue, warm and rough, traced the delicate shell, sending shivers down her spine

Eileen, frozen in place, started to tremble as she tried to escape from under him. But any attempt to move was met with a counterpoint of pressure. With a subtle shift of his hips, Cesare sent a tremor through both her and the worn sofa. He bit her earlobe harder, as if punishing her.

"A-ah...!"

The pain brought tears to her eyes. She stopped struggling and lay still on the sofa, trembling as she tried to explain herself with a shaky voice.

"Th-this isn’t what I meant. I don’t think this is my fault, ahh, please don’t lick there...!"

A warm, wet invasion filled her ear canal. His tongue, a probing serpent, sent shivers down her spine that were both terrifying and strangely arousing. The lewd sounds, amplified within the confines of her ear, were a dizzying assault on her senses. Her breath hitched, the world around them dissolving into a haze of throbbing heat and a desperate scramble for control.

Lost in the exquisite sensation of his nipping and sucking on her ear, Eileen barely registered his hand traveling down to her chest. With practiced ease, his fingers danced over the buttons of her blouse, unfastening them one by one.

The once pristine blouse, meticulously buttoned to her neck, was quickly undone. Impatient, he tore it open in one rough motion. Buttons ripped free, some dangling precariously by a thread, others echoing Eileen’s own cry of surprise as they scattered across the room. The ones she’d painstakingly sewn back on just recently met the same fate.

"Oh, Your Excellency, no, ah, Cesare, ahh!"

Ignoring the growing urgency, his hands didn’t pause. He cupped her breasts firmly, a stark contrast to the playful nips at her ear.

Eileen’s breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips as his fingers grazed her peaks. The unexpected sensation sent a jolt through her, causing her back to arch involuntarily. Her body reacted instinctively, a brush of her hip against his hardness.

A yearning pulsed within her, a confusing mix of pleasure and frustration. Each pinch sent a shiver down her spine, sparking a fire that spread through her core. It was a connection she couldn’t quite understand, a delicious tension that both excited and overwhelmed her.

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