The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 163. Just a wretched soul

Chapter 163: 163. Just a wretched soul

He was angry at her. He really was, but also, he wasn’t really angry at her. By the gods, his anger had quelled the minute he walked in and saw her curled up like a roll-up bug. Still he was vexed, she seemed to at least know what she had done was stupid but did she really understand the gravity of her actions?

She seemed sincere, but how was he to know? How could he tell it wasn’t one of her many acting to gain sympathy? He also wished to trust his wife but would she suddenly grow a conscience because of such an experience? He hated that he could not believe her and it vexed him greatly.

And even though she was sincere, she couldn’t just shed some tears and make her sins go away. She had to be punished. At least a little... There were men with severe wounds because of her. She needed to be punished.

As he lay with his back turned to her, Barak could hear her low muffled sobs and by the gods it touched him. It touched him in ways he didn’t know they could ever touch him. They sounded so sincere, and he wanted to turn and wrap his arms around her. He wanted to whisper sweet things to her while he wiped away her tears.

Nevertheless, he remained in that position, not turning to her. For long minutes he remained that way, and her sobs continued. And at some point, he could hear those sobs drawing closer and closer to him. Till he felt her small body touch his.

At first he was shocked. He was deeply shocked... She had moved from her side of the bed to his side. The only time she ever did such a thing was when she was in a deep sleep. But she was fully awake and choking back sobs, yet she had come to him and her hands held on to the cloth on his back.

He could feel her curl closer and closer to him as though she wished to somehow enter his body. What was wrong with her? Had his wife finally lost her mind?

Then he felt her kiss him and his body stiffened even more. Her hands held onto his arm and she pressed her breasts closer to him.

"Barak, please." She was a wicked woman. The most wicked. How could she call his name with a voice that trembled so? How could she say his name in such sweet and sad manner? He’d wanted to hear her say it many times, he had wanted to hear her call him by his name not just when he was buried inside her, but just because it naturally came out of her lips, just like how she naturally said the names of others.

"Please hold me." His eyes opened wide as he heard her words. She really just said those words? He wondered if his anger was causing him to hear things, but then she spoke again. "Hold your wife." And those words caused him to almost scoff. His wife?! Since when? What was she trying to get?

"You only submit to being my wife when you want something from me." He finally spoke, his back still turned to her. "You are wicked, woman." He continued. "You do not consider me a husband and yet you would have me see you as a wife? You do not listen to a single word I say." He hissed.

He still could not believe she had just asked him to hold her. To think she opened her mouth to say those words! Did she really want him? Or did she just want the things they did together in that bed?

"You want the passion I can give you, but you do not want me, the man who gives that passion."

"Barak, will you continue being so mad? I really regret my actions. So please just hold me." She said and she really sounded believable, but all her lies were always believable.

"Sleep Neriah. Do not disturb me further." He warned again and a sudden sharp hiss and curse words erupted from behind him. The kind he hadn’t heard from her in a while.

"Oh curse you!" She hissed in an irritated tone. And before he could even think of a good way to react to her sudden change of tone he was forcefully pulled and his back was pressed upon the bed. In the same second, she had seated herself atop him, straddling him. Where did she suddenly get such strength from?!

"Why do you do this? Just hold me! You want it too, I know it!" She yelled into his face and he wondered if his wife had really lost all her senses. Now that she had forcefully made him stare at her face, he could see her red tearful eyes. The tears had stopped but her cheeks were still wet.

"Stop behaving like a wicked bastard and just hold me! You want to hold me to, I know you do!" Indeed, she had finally lost her mind.

"Aye, woman. I am certain I made that clear on the very first night we met. I’ve wanted you since I didn’t even know who you were." He yelled back and the force with which he spoke almost pushed her off his body, but his hand held one of hers.

" Sweet devil! Neriah, the entire kingdom probably knows how badly I want my wife. But I shall advise that you find sleep quickly, for I will not touch you tonight, Neriah. Because by all the demons in hell, we will both lay down here in misery wanting each other! Let us suffer the want together!" What was wrong with her? She had always been crazy, but not this kind of crazy.

"Oh! You’re_ you’re," She faltered. "You’re just a wretched soul!" She finally said.

"Watch you tongue woman, I haven’t hit you before, don’t make me start now! Because I swear it, I will slap you so hard that—"

"My Jaws will be realigned?! I know! You haven’t done it before doesn’t mean you can’t start now, go ahead, slap me! You are a barbaric man after all. Slapping your wife will be just no problem for you. You can—"

"Woman! Shut it! Or I swear I will really hurt you. What do you want from me!?"

"I don’t want, I demand that you give me what is mine by right!"

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