Chapter 83 [part 2] (2/2)
“But in exchange, tea parties have a lot more bickering than balls do.”
“Who is going to bicker with me?”
“If someone happens to hurt you, tell me. Don’t keep it to yourself.”
“…You’re saying if something happens, I should run to you and tell you?”
“I’ll scold them for you.”
Lucia burst into laughter. Hugo kissed her lips and began to kiss all over her face. She shook her head, laughing endlessly and saying it was ticklish but he ignored her refusal and continued to pour small kisses on her face.
“Well then, tomorrow I’ll send Antoine back.” (Lucia)
‘Antoine. That problem has to be solved.’
Hugo hardened his heart. He had to send someone to the boutique tomorrow and tell the woman that she didn’t have to come, not only tomorrow, but in the future as well. Throughout the party today, his nerves were alert with worry that men would leer at his wife. It was really tiring and uncomfortable.
“She said it’s a red dress for tomorrow. Apparently, it’s a passionate dress that matches the red diamond necklace you gave me. It makes me a little curious.” (Lucia)
A passionate dress. Hugo was not curious at all. Without seeing it, he could guess how much the dress would increase his blood pressure.
“You said you’re not going tomorrow.” (Hugo)
Hugo was afraid her mind would change so he reconfirmed. And he lifted his body and towered over her.
Lucia forgot what she wanted to say and stared at him in astonishment. Don’t tell me…again? She watched him suspiciously as his hand slid down her abdomen. He rubbed the area between her legs and inserted his fingers inside, fumbling around.
“It’s still tender inside.” (Hugo)
Lucia turned away with a reddening face.
“I’ll put it in.” (Hugo)
“Eh?” (Lucia)
His two hands held her thighs wide apart and plunged in just like that. An overwhelming sense of pressure came up from her lower body.
“Uu…”
It was thick. She felt a stinging pain.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little…bit.”
But he pulled his waist back and pushed his way in again. The feeling of him rubbing against her delicate inner flesh was so vivid that it brought tears to her eyes. Lucia slapped his arm as hard as she could.
“It hurts!” (Lucia)
“Hold on.” (Hugo)
Lucia looked at him in disbelief. Sometimes he was gentle beyond measure and other times he was merciless. Hugo chuckled softly when he saw her get angry. It was always fun to draw out various emotions from her. When he pulled out and entered in a single thrust, she furrowed her brows and groaned. It certainly looked like it hurt a bit. He was also a little sore.
Her inside was too tight. Since they had done so much already, shouldn’t it be a little loose? No matter much he loosened it with thick caresses and caused juices to flow, it was always tight enough to pinch his finger. It was insanely stimulating to him.
As he moved a few times, her slick juices wrapped around his meatrod. She didn’t wrinkle her forehead anymore, showing that it no longer hurt. Every time he thrust in, she gave a sigh that was closer to a sob. Her refreshing scent paralyzed his sense of smell.
Hugo wanted to go back to the north. He wanted to live forgetting the flow of time, in the castle with just two of them and no one could come in. Hugo couldn’t tell how things would go with her finding her maternal relatives. What could he do if she had more exchanges with her maternal family and began to depend on them more than him? It was an uneasiness he couldn’t reveal to her when she was already restless over meeting her grandfather.
END OF BOOK 5.
Translator’s Corner:
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