Chapter 13

NIKLAUS was looking at his duchess who was swaying in his arms as Becca was trying to glare at him. But she failed when she was blinking her eyes and she was slurring again when she tried to reply to deny his claim on her right now.
"You're...lying..." she slurred as she gripped his coat and pulled him closer to her sinful body. The tight corset was showing the ample bosom as Becca had been undoing her wedding gown after the last guest had gone. Niklaus gulped as his cock was stirring when she was looking with her green orbs at him.
He wanted to curse himself right now.
"Ah! I know what you're—" a hiccup, "thinking, Belikov," Becca stated as she was gripping his lapel now. "You're trying—" a hiccup, "to get under my skirts," Becca slurred before she was putting her delicate hand on his hard chest. Niklaus was breathing hard as he was looking at his duchess right now.
Control, Nick, control.
"I think you're drunk, my dear," Niklaus stated as he was holding Becca's hands into his. She frowned before she tried to get her hands out of his grip.
"Get your hands off me, you dork," she stated as Niklaus was smirking at her. She did have a sassy mouth and Niklaus knew that she would defy him at every turn that she could. Even when she's drunk, Lady Rebecca Davis was defying him, Niklaus Dragomir, Duke of Belikov.
"Come now, we have to get you ready for sleeping," Niklaus stated as he ushered Becca to the stairs. The estate was huge enough for Niklaus and Becca to not be disturbed but right now, Becca was making it hard for him to take her to the master chambers. Why? Because she was trying to release herself from him.
"Let me go, my lord," Becca stated as Niklaus was looking at her.
"It's Niklaus for you, Duchess. Or maybe, dearest or my love. But it would take a miracle for you to say that," Niklaus chuckled at his statement before Becca was quiet in his arms.
"Becca?" He asked before he was looking at a sleeping Duchess in his arms.
"You're...lying...Niklaus Dragomir," she mumbled in her sleep before Niklaus chuckled. He scooped her up in bridal style as her wedding gown was swooshing against his coat. Niklaus was looking at the sleeping lady in his arms before he ascended the stairs as if his Duchess weighed nothing.
Of course, with Porphyria, Niklaus was not human anymore. He was a changed man. A rite of passage for every male gentry that was a secret to the peasants. They called it Rite of Blood for the adolescents that survived Porphyria.
Niklaus was one of those adolescents.
He walked the long hallway of his empty estate before he entered the master chambers, his chambers before he put Becca on his bed. Niklaus was looking at Becca's sleeping face before he was chuckling.
"I must have been mad when I thought this marriage would be a loveless one," he mumbled before he tucked Becca's black strand behind her ear. He was taking in her features; high cheekbones, long lashes, straight nose, and those full, kissable lips.
Lips that Niklaus only kissed once.
Something stirred inside him before Niklaus was reigning it in. Not yet, he mused to himself before he sighed. He turned to look at the divan that was in front of his bed before he thought of another idea.
Becca was asleep. She would not mind if I was to share the bed with her tonight, nothing happened anyway, Niklaus mused before he was going into the dressing room before his valet helped him out of his clothes as he was left in his shift.
"That would be all," Niklaus stated before the valet exited the room. He went to the bed to see that Becca was out of her wedding gown and was sleeping in her chemise.
Her white, thin muslin chemise.
Niklaus gulped before he slipped under the cover and thought of anything but his wife's fair complexion that was inches away from his touch. It will be a long night indeed, he thought before Niklaus slipped under the covers and tucked his Duchess inside his warm, welcoming arms.

BECCA was groaning before she tossed and turned around. She felt something soft under her as well as on top of her. She slowly opened her eyes before she looked at the familiar golden locks that were like halos right now as the sunlight was hitting them. Becca was looking at the handsome face of her husband as she was blinking her eyes. Then, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Argh!" She shouted before Niklaus was up and ready to fight as he was gripping his hands into fists. Becca was looking at her husband before she blushed. Niklaus was in his shift but the shift was thin enough that Becca could imagine what he like was down there.
And how huge.
"What? What happened?" Niklaus asked Becca before she crossed her arms as Niklaus was looking around. The sun was almost at the horizon which meant Becca missed her vitamin D nourishment.
"What are you doing in my bed?' Becca asked Niklaus before the duke was arching his eyebrows at her.
"Pardon me, your bed?" Niklaus asked Becca as she nodded.
"Yes, this is my bed and why are you here? Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" Becca asked Niklaus before the duke was blinking his eyes at her. Then, he laughed. He fucking laughed at her face. Becca narrowed her eyes at her husband.
"What's so funny that you're laughing, my lord?" Becca asked him as Niklaus was regarding her. He smirked before he was sitting at the edge of the night table. The shift rode a bit and Becca can see that the duke has nice thighs.
Well-muscular thighs.
She gulped as Becca tried to ignore the stirring feeling that she had in her chest. She would not acknowledge it as she knew that Niklaus would take advantage of her if he could. And Becca was determined not to let him have the upper hand.
She was looking at herself before she realized that she was in her chemise only. A very thin, white muslin chemise that Becca has to take the cover to cover herself up. Niklaus was smirking at her before Becca was glaring at the duke.
"You did not do anything that would be scorned by society, do you?" Becca asked her husband as Niklaus was arching his eyebrow at her.
"Who do you think I am, Duchess? A psycho that would attack a woman in her sleep?" Niklaus said as he was coming closer to Becca.
Becca backed it up before her back hit the headboard of the bed as she looked into the blue orbs of her husband. She gulped.
If he continued to do this, I might succumb to his charm, Becca mused before Niklaus was smirking as he was caressing her shoulder blades. Becca shivered before Niklaus was putting his mouth to her left ear.
"I would not be the one that initiates the begetting. You will, my dear," he said before he got off the bed and went to the dressing room Becca felt her face as hot as fire.
Curse Niklaus and his charms!

NIKLAUS was laughing as he was looking at the bathtub that was filled with lukewarm water as the servants were filling it up. Niklaus lost the shift that he wore last night before being immersed in the bathtub.
He scrubbed himself with a cloth before he was smiling as he was thinking about last night. Becca was sleeping snuggling against him as he was caressing her backside that can be felt under the thin muslin.
Such a wonderful night but I do not doubt that she would let me stay in the same room again tonight, Niklaus mused before he was cleaning up and getting ready for the day.
He was ringing for his valet to get him dressed as he was still in the dressing room. Niklaus wondered if Becca was up and about her day as well. Niklaus smiled before he put on his shirt as well as the stockings. The stockings were being secured with knee bands before he was putting on the shirt cuffs.
Then, the valet helped him to get into the linen drawers before he put on the waistband to secure the breeches in place. Later, the valet was pulling a black waistcoat and making sure that it was fitting Niklaus.
Lastly, he put on the cravat and outside coat as Niklaus was ready to hit the town with his duchess. Niklaus wondered if Becca was ready or not.
"That would be all, thank you," the duke stated before the valet bowed and went out with the night shift that he was wearing for his sleep Niklaus looked at the shift for tonight that had been laid out by the valet.
Maybe I would play a little game tonight with my wife, he mused before he walked out of the dressing room to find his duchess.