Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Chapter 6

(Celine's POV)

“Good morning, Jace,” I greeted him as he sat up and looked at me with concern, since we had only the duvet covering us.

“Morning, my love. How was your night? I hope you ain’t hurting much?” Jace asked me as he pulled me closer to himself and sealed his lips on mine.

“Mmm,” I moaned and hesitated to kiss him back. Like he noticed, he asked me,

“What’s wrong, babe? You don’t want to kiss me?” Jace held my hand to his chest as he drew me closer and kissed my neck. He tilted my head to meet his face as he kissed and sucked on my lips, gently biting my lower lip.

“Mmm,” I moaned, and he smiled as his tongue invaded my mouth. I couldn’t help but kiss him back, and he froze.

I stopped kissing him and looked at his face as I met his obsidian black eyes on me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him shyly, and Jace continued to look at my face.

“Why are you kissing me like a learner? You’re getting me confused, babe,” Jace asked, making my heart beat quicken as I pushed him away and got out of bed.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied.

However, I saw the red stain on the bed—the sheet was white—and Jace’s gaze fell on it as he looked at me in confusion at first and asked, “What’s going on, Clara? Did you tighten your pụssy to make it feel like a virgin pụssy? I never told you that I’m obsessed with virgins.”

“Yeah . . . I just wanted to surprise you,” I said, smiling like my sister, and Jace shook his head and got out of bed.

“I love this surprise,” Jace said and caught me just before I could get away from him. He bent me over the bed to take me from behind.

“Jace, what are you trying to do? Today is Sunday, and we need to get to the church for the thanksgiving service,” I said, wanting to escape him, but he replied, “No. We’re still on our honeymoon. So no church.”

Jace prepared to make his way into me from behind, as I could feel him preparing my entrance with his phallus again.

“Okay. Let’s have our bath and brush our . . . Ah!” I gasped as Jace thrust into me. He pinned me from behind at my waist on the bed and kept pounding harder into me.

I cried and begged for release as my body was sore, but Jace was like a s*x maniac, never growing tired as he kept making love to me.

At one point, I wondered if this was why Clara had flown away. But I doubted it, as she seemed like she had done it, and Jace had said the same.

“Mmm,” I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the moans escaping my mouth, but Jace thrust his way faster into me, calling me by my sister’s name and s******g my behind.

“Yeah, Clara. You’re so sweet and tight. Damn it.”

". . ." I couldn’t reply as I felt my lower body full of his hot release. I needed to get a pill and prevent Jace from getting me pregnant. I thought as he was so aroused and kept slamming his phallus into my body from behind.

Jace spun me around to face him, our bodies joined at the lower part, but he wasn’t satisfied.

To my shock, he carried me in his warm arms and continued making love to me.

“Ah!” This time I begged and cried to be released as Jace filled me up again.

“Damn it, Clara. You’re driving me insane.” Jace moaned my sister’s name, and that made me a little jealous. I was the one he was punishing with his phallus, yet the name that left his mouth was my sister’s name only.

Finally, Jace got his c****x, and we were both panting hard, as I hadn’t expected this early morning exercise between us.

Jace didn’t pull out of me, as he was still carrying me in his arms and took me to the bathroom.

“I’ll help you have your shower and call the maid to clear the bedsheet, alright?” Jace said. However, I was too tired and unable to say a word, as I was still shocked by how many rounds of s*x he had gone through before he became satisfied.

Jace finally released me in the bathroom, but I almost fell off as I was feeling dizzy and my legs felt like jelly.

“Are you alright?” Jace held me to his chest, and I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Tell me, yes, my love. That’s what you mostly call me, and I like it. Why did you switch back to my name? Do you want me to fụck your mouth before you call me your love, or are you still thinking about Martin?”

“No!” My eyes widened in shock after seeing his jealousy, and he said, “Go on, call me sweet pet names.”

“You aren’t a baby or a pet. So I prefer to call you by your name,” I told him as I pouted my pink lips and finally regained my stamina, wanting to move away from him.

Jace held my hand back and said, “I see you want me to punish you again. If you call me Jace, I will punish you with three more rounds of sex.”

“No, no. Okay. I won’t call you by your name, but it’s your real name.” I eyed him, laughing, and he smiled.

“I know, but you look more sèxy calling me sweet names. Go on—I noticed since yesterday you’re just so different, and you’ve made me correct you a lot of times,” Jace said, and I gulped hard.

“Fine. My love,” I called him, and he smiled.

“Good, babe. You’re only allowed to call me pet names like “my husband,” “my baby,” and “my love.” And I’ll call you that too. Don’t call me Jace again, okay?” Jace pulled me close to his chest as he brought his handsome face closer to mine.

And I knew that I was going to regret this—ever allowing my twin sister’s husband to get this close to me.

“Okay.” I kissed Jace back as much as he kissed me. We had been intimate a couple of times, and though my body was sore, I wanted Jace to have me again. But he didn’t make love to me in the bathroom. He bathed me, brought me back to the closet, and assisted me in dressing up.

Later, Jace sent for his maid to come and clean up the messed-up bed as he led me out of the room for us to have our breakfast.

I was wearing a short white dress that I saw in his closet, and I didn’t want to ask him who owned the dress—that would raise his suspicions. So I followed him downstairs to the dining room to have our breakfast as he donned a white robe and black shorts.

His parents and sister arrived to greet us once more.