How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 176. Gloves

Annette, on the other hand, was anxious.

She had arrived home before Raphael, which left her plenty of time to worry that something might happen to him at the palace. There was no way to know until he came home.

Usually, the best way to calm down when she was anxious was to keep busy. Automatically, she reached for her embroidery frame, but then paused. Maybe it would be better to knit something, now that it was winter.

She would make gloves, she decided. It would be the first time in a long time, and it wouldn’t really matter what kind they were; Annette herself could not wear knitted gloves, being a noblewoman. But she could give them as a gift to someone else.

She used to give the items she made to the Bavaria family’s maids, who had always gladly accepted them. She had only worked with the highest quality yarn, and the memory warmed her heart.

Even if it has been a long time, I will have to make them well, if they are gifts. Then I will go back to father’s house to give them to the maids.

It took a lot of concentration to knit gloves. If it wasn’t done right, the bits between the fingers might be too wide or too narrow, and would look uneven and displeasing. Annette was so focused on her work, she hardly noticed time passing, and by the time she finished, it was night.

“Haah…”

Lifting her head, she rubbed the back of her neck. She had been hunched over the whole time, and as she straightened, she saw bright eyes on the other side of the table, looking at her.

“……!!!”

Annette was shocked speechless, and goosebumps raced down her arms that made her hug herself against the chill.

“I didn’t think you’d be so surprised,” Raphael said, embarrassed at the reaction. “Perhaps I should have announced my return.”

“Raphael! I thought my heart would burst!” Annette exclaimed. She generally kept her temper, but she was easily startled.

Raphael couldn’t restrain a smile at her agitation. Even that reaction seemed adorable to him, as she glared and pouted, her lower lip out. It made him want to bite her.

Maybe I should make her angry more often.

Raphael shook the absurd thought away and reached for the pair of gloves that had slipped from her lap. The gloves, with their pattern of white snowflakes against a blue background, were beautiful.

“Are they for me?” He asked.

Annette was about to say no, but stopped herself. She had learned how touchy he was over the five years of their marriage, and if she told him no, he would surely get angry, and demand to know who the hell she was making gloves for if it was not her husband.

A smile came to her lips, as if she had glimpsed the future in an instant. It was an enigmatic smile, neither good or bad, and Raphael’s eyes narrowed. As always, he was thinking what pleased him: yes, they must be for me.

“You are very skilled,” he said, slipping one glove onto his hand and turning it over. “But they’re a little small for me.”

“I certainly measured them wrong. Give them to me, Raphael.”

But Raphael caught her easily with one arm, and suddenly, she was trapped at his side, struggling but unable to escape. Raphael’s deep blue eyes smiled at her, filled with joy.

“Once something is in my hands, it’s mine,” he whispered, mischievous. All at once he was going about abducting noblewomen, and Annette’s arm went around his neck as he lifted her up, giving her a dizzy view of the room.

Raphael headed for the bedroom, intending to enjoy himself.

…

…

“No, don’t…lick me…!”

Stretched on her back on the bed, Annette pleaded. There were several soft pillows braced under her belly, lifting her hips high, and Raphael grabbed her round butt0cks with his big hands and pulled them apart. His tongue moved out to lick the red flesh between them.

“‘Hmmm, ah…”