Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 117: Trying to Understand

Chapter 117: Trying to Understand

Viviana couldn’t control her tears even after Leander let her go. The first thing she did after wiping her eyes was to look at the door. The door was...

Closed!

She sat up, sniffing her snot in, and fixed her clothes immediately. She wiped her face on her sleeves as she still couldn’t control her tears. Leander was sitting by the side like a statue, glaring at her.

"You closed the door?" she asked.

He didn’t answer her.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she shouted and before she knew it, she started crying again. "Is there no limit to your games? Why do you like stressing me out this much?" she started hitting his chest.

He grabbed her hands. But that didn’t stop her from trying to hit him.

"My head still hurts from yesterday and my throat too. And today you’re...How could you hurt me like that? You won’t kill me and you keep on... I don’t want to feel pain all the time..." she choked swallowing her emotions.

"I don’t want pain. Is that too much to ask?’" she wiped her tears. "You’re a mean guy, Kastello. You’re a jerk! An a**hole! A doucheabg! Just kill me! And how could you even turn it on like this?" she snapped her fingers. "How does that even work? And that position... You’re weird... You’re..."

She hugged her knees and started crying.

Leander was frozen solid. All the anger he felt some time ago melted away and he was flabbergasted. How did she find a way to blame him when she started it?

"You were the one staring at my cock like a lecher! I gave you what you asked for..." He started off pretty confidently, but when she looked at him, his voice trailed off to a soft whisper.

"I asked you?" she scoffed. "When? How? I just looked at it because you were flapping it away in front of me. I didn’t ask you to treat me like... You’re not Khal Drogo and I’m not poor little Daenerys Targaryen for you to ride me, all right? You’re...Jerk!" she looked at him with her lips trembling.

Sniffing and wiping her eyes, she looked like a cute little animal. But Leander didn’t understand a single thing she said.

"Khal, what?" he sighed. "You make no sense. I do want to ride you though," he couldn’t help but add with a snicker.

Her apple cheeks down there were very pretty. And those slits in between her butt cheeks... Delicious! He wanted to do her. Even thinking about it made his abdomen tighten again.

Viviana’s pouted lips started to tremble again. She started to wail. He says he wanted to treat her with no respect for her consent. He thinks he can do whatever he wants with her. He’s a jerk!

"Shut up!" Leander grabbed her hands and pulled her to his chest.

"Let me go!" she tried to get him off her, but he was the strongest. She couldn’t do much.

"You keep yapping away without making any sense... You know that you’re my wife. Why do you want to keep sex off the table?" he asked. He didn’t know if he could get the truth out of her, but he decided to try.

"If I bring that to the table, how is it different from prosti~" she bit her lips to stop herself from speaking further. Maybe she was embarrassed that she revealed her heart to him, she tried to claw her fingers into his chest, trying to hurt him. "Let me go," she gritted her teeth.

Leander gripped her wrists. They were so thin he thought he could wrap his thumb around her wrists. She’s so frail. But she has a point.

She was talking about some deal, and if sex is brought into that equation, then it wouldn’t be much different from prostitution in the broad sense. Although abstinence is not something he could agree on. And she’s not as smart as he thought she is. She could make him his slave with her beautiful, slithering wet innards. But she couldn’t come up with that plan.

She’s weird, he’ll give her that. And not so bright. Definitely not a snake.

"You don’t mind doing it with me?" he asked. She has some respect to that. And that means she respects the marriage to some extent. She hates him at the same time.

He really couldn’t wrap his head around her thoughts. To be honest, he didn’t know if she knows what she is talking about either.

She huffed in anger and then buried her head in his chest, trying to bite him.

He wanted to laugh, but he knew that would anger her more. Then she would cry more. He found her adorable with her little claws trying to hurt him. But this little thing could never hurt him.

Adorable little mouse...

"So, it was the position you didn’t like?" he asked after she calmed down a bit.

"You don’t even understand what I’m saying," she said, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Oh, stop it," he picked her up and placed her on his lap. "You were right to think that I won’t want others to see my darling wife..." he kissed her ear.

He could see that she was calming down a bit.

"Speak... Why did you cry?" he asked.

"I was looking at it because you were showing it to me," she said, still burying her face in his chest. Her wet lips were pressing on his chest. Her little hands, now balled up were wrapped around and were on his back.

"How could you get that thing up just like that? Kastello," she struggled out of his hold and looked at him. "You might find it easy to get it up and do it out of nowhere. But it is not easy for me. I don’t have the experience, unlike you, and... after what I witnessed..." she bowed and rubbed her temples.

"You hurt me, you gave me pain... You implied that you can do whatever you want with me and then pushed me onto the bed... There were no feelings, no kisses, no foreplay, no consent... It was scary... For me it’s...After witnessing that r*pe, I..."