Wicked Husband-Chapter 102 - 101

As Eileen’s voice trailed off, swallowed by her growing sense of panic, Cesare made a decisive move. There was a ripping sound as he tore her dress.

Eileen’s eyes widened in shock, her gaze fixed on Cesare. His expression was a mix of amusement and intensity, as though something inside him had shifted.

As she puzzled over what she might have done wrong, Cesare swiftly removed the upper part of her dress. Exposed to the daylight in nothing but her underwear, Eileen hurriedly wrapped her arms around herself.

As she stared up at Cesare, he gently took her left hand and guided it to his lips.

"Do you want to go home after hearing about the senior?"

"No, it’s not that..."

Before she could finish her response, Cesare bit the fourth finger of her left hand. He bit down hard enough to leave a noticeable bite mark just above her wedding ring.

"Don’t go, Eileen."

Cesare licked the bitten finger and then kissed the palm of her hand. His long, dark eyelashes framed his eyes, which had taken on a seductive gleam. As he gazed down at her, his voice softened into a sensual whisper.

"Stay with your husband."

Eileen’s hand trembled as it was held, and she bit her lip, nodding slightly. Whenever Cesare referred to himself as her husband, she felt a wave of embarrassment. It wasn’t that he was mistaken, but the term still made her uncomfortable.

"Yes..."

Realizing she had only nodded, Eileen finally spoke softly. After a moment’s hesitation, she added,

"There’s no need to do this out of obligation if you don’t want to."

Cesare had always been kind to Eileen, fulfilling her wishes with patience. However, she never expected him to extend that kindness to their intimate relationship.

The thought of Cesare enduring her requests for intimacy while hiding his own discomfort was deeply humiliating. Eileen managed a small, forced smile, struggling to keep her feelings of misery in check.

Seeing her awkward smile, Cesare tilted his head slightly and asked,

"Obligation?"

He seemed puzzled by the term, staring at her in confusion. Eileen, forcing a smile, replied,

"Yes... I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how you might feel." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Just as he had given her sweet treats and kind words in her youth, she tried to convey that there was no need for him to engage in intimacy merely to comfort her.

Coming to terms with the fact that she lacked physical attraction for her husband wasn’t as distressing as she had imagined. In fact, it brought a sense of relief.

’As long as I’m careful going forward.’

She gathered her positive thoughts, feeling relieved to have come to this realization. As Eileen busied herself with her own concerns, Cesare let out a light chuckle.

He guided her hand down to his groin.

"...!"

Eileen’s lips parted as she felt the hard, raw texture in her palm. Cesare guided her hand, letting her feel the long, firm shape against her fingers, and whispered.

"Does it seem like an obligation?"

Eileen, feeling the firmness, struggled to find a response.

"N-no, not at all."

"Then?"

"Because you’re enjoying it...?"

Uncertain, she ended her question with a rising tone, prompting Cesare’s gaze to soften.

"It’s a big deal that you had so little trust in me."

Cesare tugged at her underwear, revealing one of her bre@sts. Eileen shivered as her bre@st was exposed to the bright daylight.

"What can I do to make you believe?"

He bent down and kissed her exposed bre@st with a deep, lingering kiss, leaving a mark on her skin. He then said softly.

"How about spending a week in bed?"

"A-a week?"

The idea seemed physically impossible to Eileen. However, she barely had time to process his suggestion before he continued his actions.

Cesare cupped her bre@st in his large hand and licked her n!pple with his tongue. Each time his wet skin brushed against her n!pple, it hardened. Soon, he began sucking and nibbling on the erect n!pple.

"Aah..."

Eileen moaned involuntarily as the sensation made her body burn. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, aware of the soldiers and Senon outside. The old wooden door wouldn’t be able to muffle her moans effectively.

While Eileen was internally panicking and covering her mouth, Cesare leisurely continued to suck her bre@st. He made one n!pple stand out before finally pulling away.

He gently touched the n!pple with his fingers, sending tingling sensations through her. Cesare looked at Eileen, who was still covering her mouth, and asked.

"Don’t you want to make noise?"

Eileen, uncovering her mouth slightly, confessed honestly,

"It’s because I’m worried it might be heard outside. If you touch me... I won’t be able to hold back..."

She struggled even with this small act, fearing that if things progressed further, she might lose control and make unwanted sounds.

Yet, she didn’t want to end this moment prematurely. Eileen hesitated as a potential solution came to mind—one that could satisfy both her and Cesare.

Although she worried it might seem too forward, her desire to spend this time with Cesare gave her the courage to speak up.

"Could I... touch you, Cesare?"

She had touched him briefly on their wedding night, but since then, she had never taken a more significant role in their intimacy. Always on the receiving end of affection, she now wished to touch him as well. Knowing that Cesare’s actions were driven by desire rather than obligation made her eager to show him that she could bring him pleasure, too.

’I want to make Cesare feel good, too.’

Perhaps this would draw him even closer to her.

Her curiosity to explore Cesare’s body in detail was undeniable. She wanted to feel and examine every inch of his sculpted form. Deep down, she longed to memorize the shape and number of scars on his body, as she had always wanted to know everything about him.

Trying to mask her intense desire, she waited for his response. Cesare’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at her unexpected request, but he quickly broke into a genuinely pleased smile.

"As you wish, my lady."

He encouraged her in a soft voice.

"Touch me, Eileen."

Eileen blinked rapidly, her throat going dry as she swallowed nervously. Despite her bold question, the permission made her feel tense and apprehensive.

Understanding Eileen’s apprehension, Cesare guided her hand to his shirt, helping her unfasten the buttons. As the white shirt came undone, revealing his solid chest, Eileen felt overwhelmed. The intimate scene made her head spin.

Taking a deep breath, Eileen tried to mimic Cesare’s actions. Remembering how he had touched her, she began to explore him in a similar manner.

She started by pressing her lips along his extended neck, lightly licking the prominent muscle. Cesare adjusted his posture, slightly bending forward to make it easier for her to touch him.

Eileen placed her hands gently on his chest, feeling the smooth skin under her fingers. The act of touching, especially with the intent of being intimate, felt strange and unfamiliar. Each caress brought a curious mixture of tension and excitement.

As she ran her trembling hands over his firm abdomen and waist, Cesare let out a low groan. Startled, Eileen quickly withdrew her hands and glanced at him, relieved to see no sign of displeasure.

Fearing she might have touched him incorrectly, Eileen let out a silent sigh of relief. Cesare, noticing her nervousness, gently pushed her tousled hair behind her ear and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Do as you wish."

The words suggested a deeper insight into her actions. Although it was clear that Cesare wasn’t impacted by what she had done, the statement still carried a degree of risk.

Eileen continued to explore him, her fingers lightly tracing the scars scattered across his torso. She even attempted to grip his chest as he had done with hers. Cesare responded with a faint smile, the reason for which remained unclear. Not wanting to disrupt the mood, Eileen refrained from asking questions and continued.

As Eileen touched him, Cesare’s smile broadened into a full grin.

"Eileen."

"...Yes?"

Cesare, with a playful and affectionate tone, gently stroked her as if charmed by her presence, and asked,

"Have you wanted to suck your husband’s chest all this time?"

Eileen’s eyes widened in surprise as she pressed her lips against Cesare’s chest. His unexpected question made her feel awkward.

While she had felt a certain s*xual excitement when seeing his well-defined muscles, she had never considered wanting to suck his chest specifically. Her actions were intended to reciprocate the pleasure Cesare had given her, with the hope that it would be equally enjoyable for him.

Her confidence wavered as she realized her attempt had been a complete misjudgment. Despite her efforts, Cesare seemed more amused than aroused by her actions, which was evident from the affectionate way he stroked her hair.

Feeling disheartened by her failure, Eileen pulled her lips away from his chest. Cesare’s voice, still playful, asked, "Already finished?"

"It’s not over yet," she replied, though her mood was clearly subdued.

She reached for his pants, but her wrist was caught. "What are you trying to do?" he asked.