My Bratty Wife
Chapter 119 - Hundred And Nineteen : Smut (1)

Chapter 119: Chapter Hundred And Nineteen : Smut (1)

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter contains sexual contents please skip this Chapter if you are not comfortable reading sexual contents. Enjoy!!!

The servants quickly dispersed, their eyes filled with curiosity and scandal. Davis turned to Ryan and Suzy, his expression apologetic. "I’m so sorry, Your Graces," he said. "I didn’t mean to interrupt."

Ryan nodded, his face still flushed with embarrassment. "It’s alright," he replied. "Thank you. You can leave."

Suzy remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. She was mortified by what had just happened. She had been so lost in the moment that she had forgotten about everything else.

Davis bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. Ryan and Suzy were alone again, the silence between them thick and heavy.

Ryan was the first to break the silence. "What happened?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. "What’s wrong?"

There was silence. Suzy still stood there, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to move, to leave that place and go to her room, but it felt like her legs were glued to the floor.

Ryan continued, "Did I do something wrong?"

Suzy replied, "This isn’t about you."

Ryan was confused. "Then who or what is it about?" he asked, his voice growing impatient.

Suzy stood there, her mind racing. How could she tell him that Cassandra was dead and she was just occupying her body? The person he loves is the body, not the soul.

"Should I tell him, maybe I’m just misunderstanding the situation and being paranoid?" She asked herself.

But wouldn’t he think she was crazy? Or worse, wouldn’t the people think she was possessed by a witch and burn her at the stake?

She paused, her heart pounding in her chest. "No, this isn’t that era of burning witches," she said, trying to calm herself. "So I’m safe. But then it’s either the mental hospital or whatever they have that’s equivalent to that or they cast me out of the kingdom."

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

Suzy turned now, facing Ryan. The distance between them was suffocating. "I’m going to my room," she said, her voice barely audible.

As she attempted to leave, Ryan held her hand, stopping her. "Husband and wife don’t go to sleep with misunderstandings in their hearts," he said, his voice soft.

Suzy replied, "Husband and wife? I thought we were Duke and Duchess?"

Ryan said, "Before you became the duchess, you were first my wife."

Suzy said, "For a marriage that you didn’t even attend. Just go to bed."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I am not afraid of anything. There’s nothing to fear."

Ryan was just standing looking at her, his expression softening. "I didn’t attend the wedding because I was handling an investigation," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I’m sorry."

Suzy asked him, "Why are you apologizing? You had a duty to your family and the kingdom. So let’s just get this over with."

Ryan looked at her with love in his eyes, confessing to her. " From the day I realized I love you, my duty has been centered around you. From this day till my last breath, my duty is to you. I am irreparably devoted to you," he said, his voice sincere. "You are the poison that kills me and the antidote that heals me. My love for you will either kill me or save me. Either one is fine with me."

He caressed her face, trying to arrange her disheveled hair. "I don’t know what is going on in your mind right now or why you’re reacting this way," he continued. "But if it’s related to touching you without your permission in the carriage, I’m sorry. I broke my promise, and you can punish me in whatever way you see fit."

His words were filled with sincerity, and Suzy could feel his love for her. She wanted him more than he needed her and this time she decided to be selfish, to think about nothing else but her desires.

"Take me," she said, her voice soft. "Take me to the room and make love to me Ryan."

Ryan quickly pinned her against the wall, her back now to him. He could see the curve of her ass, the way her dress hugged her hips. He reached up, his fingers tracing her back.

"Your wishes are mine to grant, your grace," he muttered, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down gently, his teeth sinking into her flesh, marking her. She gasped, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair, holding him to her.

He reached around, his hands finding her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her corset. Her nipples hardened instantly, pressing against his palms.

She moaned again, louder this time, her head falling back against his shoulder.

Ryan took advantage, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, stroking, tasting, demanding. She met him thrust for thrust, her own tongue clashing with his, her hands still tangled in his hair.

Ryan’s hands left her breasts, moving down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He reached the hem of her dress, his fingers finding the edge, pulling it up, inch by slow inch.

Suzy squirmed, her breath coming in quick gasps, her body aching with anticipation. She could feel the cool air on her skin, could feel the rough calluses on his fingers as they brushed against her thighs.

Ryan’s hand moved higher, his fingers finding the edge of her panties. He toyed with the lace, his fingers tracing the edge, teasing her. She moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, pushing against his hand, silently begging for more.

"Please, Ryan," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Touch me."

Ryan chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Patience, Duchess," he murmured, his fingers still tracing the edge of her panties. "I want to savor you."

She moaned, her hips moving in frustration. "I don’t want to be savored, Ryan. I want you to fuck me."

Ryan’s eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hips tightening. "Naughty bratty girl," he growled, his voice laced with approval.

He slipped his fingers inside her panties, finally touching her where she needed him most. She was wet, soaking through the thin lace, her pussy eager and ready.

"Fuck, duchess," he hissed, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit. He circled it, his touch firm and steady, making her gasp and moan. "You’re so fucking wet."

She could only whimper in response, her body bowing with pleasure.

Ryan’s fingers moved in a steady rhythm, his thumb pressing down on her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in her core, ready to snap.

"Come for me, duchess," Ryan commanded, his voice a dark rumble against her ear. "Come all over my fingers."

His words pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her. Ryan’s fingers continued to move, drawing out her pleasure, making her ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Her legs shook, her breath came in ragged gasps, and she felt a blissful sense of surrender wash over her.

Finally, Ryan picked her off the floor, took her through the stairs and into the room to finish what they started.