AMOTGD ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

CHAPTER lX

I tried to twist my body and break free from him, sobbing like I was having a fit, but he only moved his hands faster in response to my struggle.

One hand continued to squeeze my brxxst while he bit my earlobe. Since he couldn’t suck on my nxpple due to our position, he kneaded it with his fingers, pinching and rubbing the nxpple between his thumb and forefinger.

The sensation, almost making me clxmax, began to torment my lower abdomen. I felt an urge to urinate. As my legs trembled and I involuntarily clenched around his fingers, he laughed.

He teased, asking why I was already clenching up and warned that I might bite him if this continued.

“You’re looking forward to the wedding night, aren’t you?”

At the same time, I thought of Paul, who was probably searching for me after the wedding reception. His fingers pressed against a spot inside me that sent waves of pleasure all the way to the top of my head.

“Ah, ahh…”

The moan that escaped now was a result of the guilt bursting from within me, not the pleasure from his touch. It wasn’t because he was gripping my breast so tightly that it felt like it might burst, or because he was rubbing my soaked vxlva until my pxbic hair became tangled.

It wasn’t because his deeply inserted fingers were hitting the perfect spot, or even more so, it wasn’t because he was sucking my tongue with his mouth pressed against mine. No, it absolutely shouldn’t have been.

Nevertheless, my legs trembled as fluids gushed out, soaking his hand as if I had wet myself. This kind of pleasure was new, leaving my lower body tingling. Even though something felt wrong, the heat my body was feeling made it impossible to escape.

“I’m going inside you now. It’s too tiring to keep sucking.”

I should have refused. I should have firmly said I didn’t want this. But my body, heated by the arousal, wouldn’t listen. Separate from my rational mind, the pleasure sought more fuel to stoke the already burning fire.

‘Oh my god.’

Was this it? The reason the abandoned maid had an affair with the Grand Duke? Did she just lose herself in the pleasure? Was it because they were just too s-xually compatible?

To hell with love, what kind of cause and effect is needed for physical connection? Simply put, he wanted to sleep with an attractive maid despite having the Grand Duchess. The maid fell for the skilled Grand Duke. And then she got pregnant…

‘Wait, pregnant?!’

There were no contraceptives here! Realizing this, his lips pressed against mine, and something thick and hot began to push into my soaked entrance. It felt like a hot, thick, and solid pillar of flesh.

“Nnnngh!”

A searing pain, like I was being torn apart, surged through me.

Even though my lower body was thoroughly soaked from his relentless caresses and a clxmax, it didn’t mean it was easy to accommodate such a massive member. The thick gxrth pushed through my gaping entrance.

The pressure against my cxrvix was so intense that I could barely breathe and trembled. He too found it difficult to push in all at once and, panting, licked the sweat from my forehead.

“You’re so tight, Julie.”

You fxxxing bastard— it’s because you’re too big!

My lower half was still elevated, meaning he hadn’t fully inserted it yet. It already felt like he was all the way in, so how much more was there to go? I had no intention of doing this a second time, and it’s unfair that the first time is so painful. Plus, we hadn’t used any contraception.

As my frustration started to make me spread wider, he seemed to misinterpret it and tried to soothe me with a flustered voice.

“I’ll go slowly, okay?”

Thinking about it made me even angrier. This man is married. He kidnapped a bride on her wedding night and is now taking her. How can he be so calm about it?

In my fury, I tightened around him, causing him to frown. It seemed he was struggling to hold back his curses. He might have become rough around the edges from his time on the battlefield. They say men act differently when wooing women, and it seems he had been putting in some effort.

I started calculating my ovulation days, considering my menstrual cycle. But even that wasn’t certain. What should I do?

I’m terrified of being caught by the Grand Duchess, scared of my husband finding out, and horrified at the thought of getting pregnant and being killed.

Unable to find any beauty in this situation, I glared at the Grand Duke with gritted teeth. He let out a sigh with a wry smile.

“It seems I’m the only one enjoying this.”

I don’t think he’s referring to his lower body. Still, what’s wrong is wrong. Adultery has no place in my life.

“Please, let me go now.”

With a voice that was ragged and broken, I begged. The Grand Duke, who was on top of me, slowly lowered his head and whispered in my ear.

“It’s already too late.”

Indeed, even I knew it was far too late.

As I closed my eyes in despair, I felt him start to move his hips slowly.

His tongue mingled with mine, creating a faint pleasure that made my breath catch. My clxxoris, pressed by his pxbxc hair, was being rubbed, and just as the direct stimulation made my body twist, his hips drew back and then thrust forward again.

“Ahh!”

Thwack!

The heavy thrusts were forceful enough to make a slapping sound, and I exhaled sharply. He lifted my legs, hooking them over his arms to deepen the angle, all while burying his face in my sweaty neck, moving rapidly below.