My Bratty Wife
Chapter 149 - Hundred And Forty Nine

Chapter 149: Chapter Hundred And Forty Nine

DISCLAIMER: This Chapter contains sexual content. If it makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip. Read at your own risk.

Take what you need, Duchess," Ryan urges, hands gripping her hips as she rides him. Her head falls back, breasts bouncing enticingly with each downward grind.

Her head moves forward, locks of hair cascading over her shoulders as she gazes intently at him. She grabs his knees for support, rocking against him with newfound urgency.

Leaning forward, she captures his mouth in a searing kiss, dominating him momentarily. His hands travel up her sides to cup her generous breasts, thumbs grazing taut nipples.

Moments later, he raises himself onto his elbows, taking her bouncing breasts into his mouth greedily. He savors the taste of her skin, sucking harder and biting gently, eliciting a shiver through her.

Her movements become erratic, chasing her orgasm as Ryan watches with admiration. She’s close; he can tell by the way she grinds down on him, seeking that final push.

Her orgasm takes her by surprise, tightening her muscles and stealing her breath. She cries out, hands trembling as waves of pleasure roll through her body. Ryan keeps thrusting, his own release nearing.

With a final, deep thrust, Ryan finds his own release, pulsing inside her. Suzy collapses onto his chest, breathing heavily. His arms encircle her, holding her close. For several minutes, neither speaks.

"You’re shaking," Ryan says,breaking the silence, pulling her tighter against him. "Are you cold?"

"No, not really..." Suzy replies softly.

"What is it then?" Ryan asked.

"I guess... I’m just feeling vulnerable right now."

"Because of us?" He runs his fingers through her hair, tucking strands behind her ears. "Want to talk about it?"

She closes her eyes, letting the rhythmic motion of his hand soothe her. "It’s nothing..."

Ryan pulled Suzy close, his arms wrapping around her protectively. He held her close, his heart aching for her. "Your father," he began, his voice low and somber, "He died yesterday."

Suzy remained silent, her body rigid in his arms. He could feel her breath hitching, her heart pounding erratically against his chest. The news, delivered so bluntly, seemed to rob the air from the room.

"I’m sorry, my love," he continued, his voice filled with sympathy. "I know... I know you have a complicated relationship with your family."

Suzy remained silent, her body limp in his arms. She thought to herself " So that devil of a man finally died."

Ryan could only feel her breath against his chest, shallow and rapid. "I understand if you need some time," he said gently, "to grieve, to process this."

Suzy finally spoke, her voice a mere whisper. "Isabella," she said, her voice trembling. "What will happen to Isabella? She has nowhere to go. Father is dead, and her mother... her mother is locked up. I can’t let her live with that Senna. I don’t want her to be influenced by her family. I don’t want anyone teaching her those... those bad values."

Ryan felt a surge of protectiveness for both Suzy and her sister. "Anything you want, my love," he assured her. "I’ll have Davis make arrangements for her arrival tomorrow. We’ll bring her here."

Suzy turned her face into his chest, burying it in his embrace. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for understanding."

Ryan held her close, stroking her hair gently. "Anything to make you happy," he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

He continued to stroke her hair, a gentle rhythm that lulled her to sleep. "I love you, Cassandra," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Suzy stirred slightly in his arms, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She snuggled closer, seeking the warmth of his embrace while Ryan held her tight.

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"Arghh!!!"

"How could you do this to me Ryan?"

" Why? What does she have that I don’t?"

" Arghhhh!!!!"

Eleanor screamed, the sound echoing through the silent room. Her dresser drawers, flung open, spewed their contents onto the floor – a chaotic ballet of silks, lace, and forgotten trinkets. A delicate porcelain figurine, a gift from her late grandmother, shattered against the marble floor, joining the growing pile of debris.

Her mother, Viscountess Laura Montgomery, rushed into the room, her elegant composure momentarily shattered.

"Eleanor! What in heaven’s name...?" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Eleanor, kneeling amongst the debris, wept uncontrollably. "He’s gone, Mother," she sobbed, her voice thick with despair. "That bitch, that bitch took him from me."

Viscountess Laura knelt beside her daughter, gently pulling her away from the broken glass. "Eleanor, darling, who’s gone? What happened?"

"Ryan," Eleanor choked out, " Someone else has him now."

Viscountess Laura’s gaze softened. "Eleanor, sweetheart, Ryan was never yours to begin with. He was a... a fleeting summer romance. You were too young, far too young."

Eleanor, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt, pushed her mother away. "It’s your fault! You separated us! You made me choose between him and... and everything!"

Viscountess Laura sighed, a weary look crossing her face. "We needed the money, Eleanor. Your father’s debts were mounting, and we had no other choice. Your father... he needed the support. And you, you played your part. You were the dutiful daughter, the obedient child."

Eleanor scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Obedient? I sacrificed my happiness for this? For your social climbing, for your husband’s ambitions?"

"It was for the best, Eleanor," Viscountess Laura insisted, her voice firm. "Now, let it go. Move on. He’s married now, Let him go."

Viscountess Laura seeing Eleanor’s hand dripping blood, took out her handkerchief and wrapped Eleanor’s hand with it to stop the bleeding.

" Is anyone outside? I need someone to come in and clean up this mess." Viscountess Laura said, her voice loud.

Moments later, three maids entered and started cleaning the room. Picking the broken glasses, folding the silks and laces and putting everything back in order.

"But I love him, Mother!" Eleanor sobbed, her voice raw with pain. "I truly love him."

Viscountess Laura rose to her feet, her voice firm. "Your father is arranging another marriage for you, a more suitable match this time. A man of wealth and influence."

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. "No. I won’t. I don’t want it. I want to marry for love this time and I want Ryan."

Viscountess Laura patience was wearing thin. . "Do you think I loved your father? Did I marry him for love? No, Eleanor. I married him for security, for survival. You will do the same. You will learn to love this man, as I learned to love your father."

With a chillingly calm demeanor, Viscountess Laura turned " Eleanor, you will do as you’re told. This is for your own good. I’ll call the doctor to see to your injuries."

With that, she left the room, closing the door with a soft click. Eleanor was left alone amidst the wreckage, her world shattered into a thousand pieces.

Moments later. Eleanor felt a cold fury rise within her. She reached for the ornate silver hookah that rested on a nearby table. As the fragrant smoke curled around her, she whispered, "Cassandra, you will pay. I’ll make sure of it."