Chapter 16

"MAKE haste. I have to go home now. John, take the shortest way to Belikov Estate," Niklaus instructed his coachman before he nodded.
"Aye, Your Grace,"
Niklaus got inside the carriage before the coachman was whipping the horses as they neighed before the carriage was moving forward. Niklaus was gripping the tabloid before he cursed. "Damnation," he cursed under his breath as he was looking at the sky. He just hoped that Becca was not going anywhere when Niklaus knew that woman was unpredictable as hell.
The drive was short, thankful for the easy gliding and the high-quality coach that Niklaus owned he made it faster than he could imagine. He walked up the stairs before the butler was opening the door for him.
"Where's my wife?" Niklaus asked the butler and he replied that Becca was in the library. Niklaus strode to the library before he opened the door and Becca was sipping on the tea beside the fire.
"I see that you are home, husband," Becca stated as she put the cup down. Her vivid eyes were looking at him. Niklaus gulped as he had never seen this side of Becca before. Usually, she was sarcastic and cynical but today, she was different.
Menacing, dangerous even.
"Have you seen the papers? Becca, it's not what you think—"
"And what would that you thought I would think once I saw the papers, husband?" Becca stated as she was playing with the rim of the glass. Niklaus was looking at her as she was tilting her head.
"Well, care to share what you think I thought, Your Grace?" Becca said as Niklaus was walking slowly inside the library.
"It's not like the papers suggested. I did not sleep with her last night, Becca. I swear," Niklaus said as Becca was sipping on her tea again. She was not showing any expression before she was standing up from the divan that she sat on.
"I see," Becca stated before she moved toward the door, walking past Niklaus before he snatched her wrist. Becca turned to look at her wrist before she turned to look at Niklaus.
"Let me go, Your Grace," she stated as Niklaus was shaking his head.
"No, not until you told me that I am forgiven," he stated as Becca was arching her eyebrow at him.
"So you did do something guilty last night?"
"No! I am not. I just want you to be yourself again. Not this...cold woman," Niklaus stated as Becca shrugged.
"Maybe this is the real me that you've never seen before," Becca stated before Niklaus scoffed.
"No, you're lying," Niklaus stated as Becca was glaring at him.
"Let me go, Your Grace," she stated as Niklaus smirked.
"Not until you are not mad at me," Niklaus said as he tightened his grip. Becca flinched but she covered it well. Niklaus loosened the grip a bit.
"Fine, you want it the hard way," Becca said as she raised her other hand and she was bringing it forward before Niklaus captured it. Becca glared at him before she was struggling against his grip.
"Let me go, you oaf,"
"Never," Niklaus barked before Becca laughed humorlessly.
"Really? Are you sure about that because I read that you prefer an opera singer to your wife?"
"You did say that I have to get my own needs elsewhere and I do have to fill it, Becca. So don't blame me if you are unwilling to give it to your husband," Niklaus hissed before Becca was looking at him.
Then, something happened.
Becca's tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You oaf! Let me go!" Becca shouted as she was trying to get away from Niklaus as her husband was gripping her wrists too tight.
"Not until you tell me what is wrong?! Why are you crying, Becca?" He asked her as she was crying and sobbing right now.
"None of your business!"
"It is my business. You're my wife and I am your husband. If it was something that I did to make you cry then I will fix it," he said as Becca was looking at Niklaus. Her eyes were brimming with tears before she took a deep breath.
"Fine! You're cheating on me when society knows that you're married to me. But no, you have to go with that opera singer wench. So, if you don't think that I am not interesting enough to keep your cock inside your breeches then divorce me, Belikov. Save us from this misery," Becca stated as Niklaus was glaring at her.
"Damnation," he cursed before he pulled Becca roughly as she gasped before Niklaus' lips were on hers. Her eyes widened before she was punching his hard chest.
Niklaus did not let her go until she was succumbing to his kisses. Becca felt her eyelids closing as she was succumbing to Niklaus' kisses as he was molding his body to hers. She can feel his hardness against his breeches.

"This is what you did to me from the first time we met at the ball, my love," Niklaus whispered to her as he was guiding her hand to his cock. It was erected and restrained inside his breeches before Niklaus pushed her toward the divan and kissed her lips.
"You are driving me crazy, Lady Rebecca Dragomir, my duchess," Niklaus whispered huskily as he was spreading Becca on the divan. Becca was looking into his deep blue orbs before Niklaus was smirking at her.
"Don't look at me as if you never heard this before," Niklaus teased her as Becca blushed. Then, she was shaking her head.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No one ever paid any attention to me at the ball or anywhere. I was not like my sisters as I was too skinny and my skin was too pale," Becca whispered as Niklaus was kissing her neck and jaws. He chuckled after that declaration.
"Then, lucky me, duchess, because I will never let anyone see you as I do," Niklaus stated before he was gathering her skirts as she was looking at her husband.
Niklaus was trailing his kisses to her stomach before he went lower and lower until her skirts were gathered around her waist. Becca was breathing hard before Niklaus was removing his cravat and he was pushing her legs wider.
"Do you know how many nights have I dreamed of having you in my arms, my love?" Niklaus asked Becca as she shook her head.
"Long enough that I have to use the alternative while I was thinking of you," he said as Becca was glaring at him. Niklaus laughed.
"I mean my hands, love," he stated as Becca blushed.
"Oh," she replied as she heard the tabloid and rumors that the gentry that didn't want to have any bastards, would use their hands or a prostitute's mouth to avoid those incidents.
I wondered if Niklaus has any bastards, she mused as she was looking at her husband who was looking at her core. He groaned.
"So pink, so plush. So mine," he stated as she was breathing hard. Niklaus was looking at her before Becca was waiting for the next step. Then, Niklaus smiled.
"Has anyone told you to look beautiful when you're blushing, my love?" Niklaus stated as her core was being hit by his hot breath. Becca shivered.
"Never," she replied as she was breathing hard. Niklaus smirked before she was looking at her husband.
"Then, I must show you how to be my wife, duchess," Niklaus said before he was diving between her legs.
"What are you—argh!" She moaned and jerked up when Niklaus' tongue was on her core. Becca gasped before she was being held down by Niklaus with his hands.
"Enjoy the ride, duchess," he whispered as Becca felt his hot breath on her. He was licking her vulva and core before he was playing with her clit. Becca moaned before she snaked her hands into Niklaus' fair locks. She was gripping it as Niklaus chuckled.
"I see that you like it, duchess,"
"Don't stop," Becca begged as she opened her legs even more to Niklaus. Her husband was licking and sucking her clit before she felt his tongue inside her. She was moving with his rhythm before Becca felt something burning inside her toes.
"Niklaus?"
"Yes, my love?"
"I felt strange. Something was burning inside my toes and I think—argh!" She did not finish her sentence as the sensation was coming over her. She felt that her walls were involuntarily moved as Becca was seeing stars, she was breathing hard before Niklaus was out of her skirts.
"Now, that's was for the appetizer. I think we can move to our bedchamber now, my dear," Niklaus stated as he scooped Becca up in his arms and made his way to the master chambers for something that was far more sinister than the one that Becca was experiencing.
And she was looking forward to it.