Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Stop yelling at my husband

When Lucius suddenly let go of her breasts, Layla didn’t know what to expect next. His lips crashed against hers with fervor, and she reciprocated with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Layla was now more comfortable with his touch, having accepted him fully, both physically and emotionally. She wasn’t sure when this shift had happened, but she liked it, relishing in the warmth of this newfound intimacy.

“Let’s get rid of this dress,” he whispered against her lips, giving her earlobe a teasing bite.

“Are we going to do it?” she asked softly while catching her breath .

“Don’t you want to?” He met her gaze, his eyes darkened with desire.

“No. I want to,” she affirmed, her hands caressing his arms gently. “I don’t want to stop myself from becoming yours.”

A slow smile spread across Lucius’ face before he kissed her again, this time softly, lovingly. “Layla, I’ve been waiting to hear that for a long time,” he murmured, brushing his lips over her chin.

“I know,” she replied, her voice softer. “I’m just scared about my first time,” she confessed while showing the bit of shyness in it.

“If you need more time, I’ll give it to you,” Lucius reassured her, looking deeply into her eyes. His lips curled into a playful smirk. “Though I have to admit, your moans were driving me wild. I could get used to hearing them more often.”

Layla blushed, feeling his hand trace gentle circles on her belly, the sensation making her pulse quicken once again.

“Then don’t stop in the middle today,” she encouraged him, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want to experience it. I don’t want to wait,” she asserted.

“Then, I must fulfill my wife’s wish,” he said.

She could feel his hand moving lower, towards her most intimate area, and her heart raced, her body responding in ways she hadn’t expected. She swallowed nervously, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and a hint of shyness about what was to come next.

Layla bit down hard on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood, as Lucius’s cool fingers trailed up her exposed thigh, moving to the sensitive inner part until they reached her womanhood, where she craved his touch the most.

“Mmmm!” she moaned, the sound filled with a deeper, more intense need than before. Her lips parted, and Lucius seized the opportunity to capture her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently to stop the bleeding from where she had bitten too hard.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

“Knock! Knock!”

“Master, are you awake?” the maid called from outside. “Miss Mancini is here.”

Layla furrowed her brows in confusion, turning to Lucius, who suddenly looked troubled. “Who is Miss Mancini?” she asked, watching as he moved away from her. She quickly pulled the straps of her nightgown back over her shoulders while Lucius ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated.

“Sylvia Mancini, my late friend’s sister,” he answered quietly.

“Is it the anniversary of your late friend?” Layla asked, her curiosity piqued.

“No,” Lucius replied, his voice flat, revealing something more complicated beneath the surface.

Layla, sensing the tension, quickly took control of the situation. “We are coming!” she called out loudly to the maid, who acknowledged her and walked away.

She gazed at Lucius. “Is everything alright? Roger did mention Sylvia has feelings for you. Are you worried because you’ve married me?” Layla inquired.

“Absolutely not, Layla. I always meant for you and you are the only woman I like. Definitely, Sylvia has come here after learning about my marriage,” Lucius said, tucking the lose hair strand behind Layla’s ear. “I’m sorry for not discussing about it earlier,” he lowered his gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “Go and freshen up. You should not let Sylvia wait for you.”

“Hmm.” Lucius reluctantly got out of the bed and walked away.

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Sylvia was seated with crossed legs on the couch, waiting for Lucius to show himself. It wasn’t difficult for her to get inside despite all the guards stopped her.

Roger glared at her and asked annoyingly, “You don’t understand words, do you?”

“Stay quiet!” Sylvia snapped at him. “Don’t forget your position before me,” she stated, her tone bitter.

“Will you stop talking to Roger like that?” Lucius’s voice thundered in the living room. Sylvia chuckled, lifting her head with an air of defiance, but her expression darkened the moment she saw Lucius walking hand-in-hand with Layla beside him.

Sylvia rose to her feet as Lucius and Layla came to a halt a meter away from her. Her gaze shifted to their clasped hands and then fixed on Layla.

“We finally meet, Layla,” Sylvia said coolly, walking toward her. She stopped just before Layla and extended her hand. “I am Sylvia Mancini.”

Layla, sensing the tension but wanting to be polite, let go of Lucius’s hand and shook hand with Sylvia. “There’s no need for introductions. I already know about you. You’re the–”

Before Layla could finish, Lucius stepped in firmly. “She is Layla De Salvo, my wife. Don’t even think of humiliating her,” he warned, pulling Layla’s hand gently away from Sylvia’s grasp.

Sylvia snickered, noticing the protective and affectionate way Lucius looked at Layla. It stirred something bitter within her.

Why was he so protective of Layla, someone she believed possessed nothing compared to her?

“Layla, will you bring coffee for us? I would like to have one from your hands,” Sylvia requested.

“Of course!” Layla agreed. She gazed at Lucius, gesturing him to sit with Sylvia and have a conversation with her.

As soon as Layla left, Lucius turned to look at Sylvia. “I never liked you. You knew this well. Also, stop threatening my people by using Matteo’s name. He is not anymore and it will be an insult to his name,” he urged.

Sylvia took a step close to Lucius and held him by the collar of his shirt. “How could you forget your promise to my brother? You were supposed to take care of me. Is this how you repaid Matteo? Because of you, my only brother died and you aren’t even taking the responsibility of it!” She shouted at him.

Just then, Layla came and pushed away Sylvia from Lucius, standing in front of her husband.

“Stop yelling at my husband,” Layla said with an intimidating gaze.