LOGINMiraculous. They all knew that Nightroe was waiting impatiently outside the room, but not a single word of protest came from the man's mouth. For the last time, Svanna looked at her reflection in the mirror. Everything looked absolutely beautiful in Alina's hands. She never even thought she would see such a significant change in herself when clad in a night-blue dress instead of her own wedding gown.
"You are gorgeous."Alina's smile in the same trap of a mirror lightened Svanna's mood a little. The reluctance to meet Nightroe out there should be put aside immediately. Perhaps soon the man's patience level would disappear if she still wanted to make Nightroe wait longer."We can meet that person now," Svanna said shortly after exhaling a rough breath into the air.Alina only gave a faint nod. They walked side by side. Heels at least made her look taller next to the woman, though that prospect did not apply to Nightroe. The towering body had its back to the door of th"Bring some change of clothes here."And he added after finding that she was still here.Svanna blinked rapidly. She immediately did whatever Nightroe said. She was in such a hurry that she had to swallow hard, watching as the man seemed to have serious trouble trying to unbutton his shirt."Let me do it."Svanna bent her legs on the sofa as she did so. She had removed button after button, but another shock immediately struck her when she found a large scratch on her husband's chest."How did this happen, Nightroe? You have to see a doctor."Svanna dared to touch the wound there. The blood seemed to have dried long ago. She knew Nightroe not only needed a change of clothes, but the man's body needed to be cleaned."Wait here for a moment."It was always like this. Whenever she was about to leave, he would easily prevent her from doing anything she was about to do."Where's my cake?""I gave your cake to Jackson and Willy. Forget about that for now. You're badly injured."Now there was
“Anna....”Nightroe's deep voice suddenly broke through. Svanna didn't think she would be able to accept the appearance of this man, who was staggering as if he were drunk, but in fact he wasn't. She could see that Nightroe was sober. It was just that his gait was unusual, and the most striking thing was the blood and scars on him.What had actually happened?Something inside Svanna immediately urged her to get up from the bed. She put down her book and walked towards the man. There were dirt stains and several tears in her husband's clothes, as if Nightroe had encountered a major problem on his way home, but the man didn't even have a chance to treat himself."Where's the cake you made?"One question made Svanna stare at the man in disbelief. A little hint; Nightroe's motivation was understandable. Still with the same goal. Still with the same cake, but what could Svanna say? She was too upset and made everything a mess. "I—"The words in her throat were unfinished. However, shock
Svanna could hardly remember what kind of cake Nightroe wanted—long ago... a long time ago, and now she had to face the moment when the request for lots of strawberries was something new to accomplish.She just needed to be a little careful. Didn't want to make any mistakes when arranging the bright red fruits—sweet and sour clashed when she decided to taste a little.It was done....Svanna smiled slightly; she was quite satisfied with the perfectly risen handmade cake. Didn't know how Nightroe would react. She hoped the man would like her efforts, after she had rushed through everything in the kitchen. Perhaps she was too tired, waking up at the wrong times. It was like this, so it should be fine.After all, many of Nightroe's tastes had changed and Svanna had no clue. They were reuniting after four years. She was sure it was reasonable to remind her that it was better to be late in learning new things than never to learn them at all.The clock on the wall kept ticking; it was almost
Personal work...Svanna never knew that the man had personal work outside of his position as Don of the Sullivan family.Perhaps the work Nightroe was referring to was not much different from the daily activities of gangsters out there. Svanna blinked. She tried not to think of it as bad news, even though she was very scared. Afraid that Nightroe might do something she absolutely did not want him to do. But what could she say? Nightroe always felt that whatever he did was his prerogative. No one could interfere, not even the woman he had married that day."Can I know what kind of personal work you do?"She felt this needed to be discussed seriously. Something inside Svanna was committing a great betrayal. She clearly didn't want to provoke Nightroe's anger, but instead asked the question to get more information."Your job is only to serve me. Nothing more. You don't need to know anything else."Now what? She was nothing more than a sex slave. Nightroe would never take her existence t
"You're so tight."Again. That's what Nightroe said when Svanna didn't get a clue when the man had stripped off her thin clothes and was now... trying to penetrate her down there.Svanna swallowed hard after half of his was inside her body, while Nightroe's hips continued to push tentatively. It continued like that until they reached the main course, where there was a little more freedom of movement. At first it was so slow and Svanna could feel how her body was so full down there. She was almost too nervous when Nightroe's sapphire eyes were serious, as if the need for eye contact was an important prospect that could not be overlooked. Only when the man wanted to do something else did Svanna immediately close her eyes... feeling Nightroe's mouth playing a bigger role. A habit, devouring her breasts so greedily and making her a helpless prey.Svanna quietly ran her hand over Nightroe's broad back; feeling every texture of her husband's body with different frequencies. Nightroe did a
"It's not how many times you shoul taught me. It's that you want too much. You're a maniac," Svanna said without thinking. Perhaps her instincts demanded that she truly rebel, provoking Nightroe's anger as he stared sharply at her."Are you brave now?" Not entirely. Svanna just wanted Nightroe to give them a break for a moment. This was undeniable, it was still part of the honeymoon plan, but Svanna wanted to make sure their feelings were still ambiguous. She might let Nightroe touch her as much as he wanted when there was no more hatred left."I'm just tired and want to take a shower as soon as possible, Nightroe."She hoped this was the right answer. However, Svanna felt an extraordinary tension creeping up her spine when Nightroe seemed uninterested in understanding.The man brought his face closer; there was almost no distance between them, then he dropped his mouth into the hollow of her neck. There was no protest, which was strange. Svanna showed almost no reaction and let Nigh







