The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride-Chapter 169: Embarrassed (1)

"What am I to do with you? Anyone who hears how you speak will think that I have bewitched you," Penelope said, wrapping her arms around Tyrion’s neck to bring him closer.

"Haven’t you?" Tyrion said.

"No. You went and fell for me without me doing anything. Is there a reason why you are trying to push me onto the dressing drawer? I know what you are doing," Penelope said, allowing Tyrion to lift her.

"I am not doing anything," Tyrion said, playing innocent.

Still, his right hand moved to her shoulder to slip the strap of her night gown down.

"Why do I go out of my way to have Matilda dress me so beautifully for bed, all for you to address me as soon as you enter?" Penelope asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.

"I didn’t get dressed up for bed to seduce you," said Penelope.

"I know," Tyrion said, his hands skillfully pushing her dress down. "I don’t expect you to seduce me to make me happy when we argue."

"Good, because I won’t do it. You’ve filled my mind with the fantasies of you wearing your uniform, yet here you stand without one. I hope you are ready to take responsibility for all the indecent thoughts you lead me to have," Penelope said, running her finger along the side of Tyrion’s face.

Penelope outlined Tyrion’s face with her finger. She was ecstatic that they were able to move on.

"I am," Tyrion replied.

Tyrion leaned forward to rest his head on Penelope’s shoulder. He kissed her bare skin, inhaling the oils used in her bath.

Tyrion’s hands slipped under her thighs to pull her closer to him. "About what you said earlier," he said, his lips like a feather’s touch against her skin.

Penelope tilted her head.

"What?" She asked. "I said many things earlier. Are you going to leave me as the only one undressed?"

Penelope was certain Tyrion smiled against her skin. He was not the only one who could do all the teasing.

"About children. In time, would you like them?" Tyrion asked.

"In time, yes. Not now, when the town is so dangerous," Penelope answered. "I do see it in our future."

"Do you need help, your grace?" Penelope asked in a teasing tone. "You are struggling with your pants."

"Your grace?" Tyrion repeated. "What act are you putting on now?"

"Nothing. I am being respectful when I address you. You must hurry," Penelope said, stopping when a knock on the door was heard. "Before that happens."

"Ignore it," Tyrion said, only interested in what happened in their room.

Penelope placed her right hand on Tyrion’s mouth to stop him from proceeding forward.

"You know that I will find it hard to continue when there is someone out there. Find out what it is first and then return to me. I will not be going anywhere," Penelope said, pulling the straps of her dress back up. "I hope there aren’t any more heads."

Tyrion sighed, reluctant to move away from Penelope.

"Whoever it is has hell to pay," Tyrion said, helping to fix Penelope’s appearance before heading to the door. He buttoned his pants on the way there.

"Maybe it is our dinner. I told Matilda to bring it here," said Penelope.

Tyrion opened the door and found Damien standing on the other side. "No one is to disturb us when we are in our chambers. Why is it so hard to follow my order?"

"A gift from Duke Collins. He asks that we put it in safekeeping and do not allow it to leave your home, or he will come. It’s the lady’s cousin," Damien spoke softly.

Tyrion looked back at where Penelope now stood, before turning to Damien once more. The door was opened in a way that Damien shouldn’t see Penelope.

Tyrion stepped out of the room, but didn’t close the door so Penelope wouldn’t be alarmed.

"Is there a cell you can put him in?" Tyrion asked.

"The dungeon isn’t fully constructed, so there isn’t a proper cell for him, but I will have the work sped up tomorrow. There is somewhere I can hold him in the training ground. I will have the guards take turns watching him," said Damien.

"You can’t let him out of your sight even for a second. What shape is he in?" Tyrion questioned, curious if Warren had opened death’s doors already.

"There are a few bruises on his head like he was struck, but he is still alive and quite noisy, even though his mouth is filled. Should I arrange tools for you, or should I be the one to torture him?" Damien asked, his gaze to the floor after he accidentally got a glimpse of Penelope.

"No. I will question him myself, but tomorrow, after I have returned from the palace. Keep him alive. Don’t hurt him unless he tries to escape. If he escapes or bashes his head on the walls to death, the man who let it happen under his watch will share the same fate," Tyrion warned Damien.

Tyrion noticed the maids coming up with the food meant for him and Penelope.

"Leave it by the door," Tyrion said, keeping his hand on the knob. "And you," he addressed Damien. "Move before someone sees his face."

Tyrion closed the door when the maids came and set the trays filled with food by the door.

Penelope stood near the dressing drawer with her arms folded. "Must you leave? I am fine if you have somewhere you need to be."

Tyrion returned to Penelope’s side to lift her. "How could I leave your side? It was a small matter."

Despite what Tyrion said, Penelope couldn’t help but worry.

As if he could read her thoughts, Tyrion kissed Penelope.

It was a good trick to get her mind off what was said at the door.

Penelope discarded her interest in what Tyrion was told and pulled him closer. There was time to find out what was said later in the morning.

Her eyes widened when Tyrion’s tongue slipped between her parted lips. He was more energetic than usual, like there was good news to fuel his actions.

Penelope helped him with his pants button so the moment wouldn’t be prolonged. Any second now, someone could disturb them, and then the moment would be ruined.

Tyrion’s right hand rested under Penelope’s chin, making her look up at him.

"What?" Penelope asked, wearing a smile. "What has put you in a good mood?" freewēbnoveℓ.com

"You have," Tyrion replied, closing the gap between them. He placed Penelope on the dressing drawer.

"Are we not going to bed?" Penelope asked.

Tyrion looked beyond Penelope to the mirror behind her. "No," he replied.

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