AMOTGD

CHAPTER XX

Seeing my bewildered expression, he trembled with barely contained rage.

“What, is it because that bastard is in the barracks?”

Paul is in the barracks? Oh, right, he’s in charge of the warhorses, so he must be stationed at the front. I was planning to go around the rebel-occupied area to reach the countryside. How does that equate to following Paul?

Paul is in the barracks.

I’m going to the countryside.

So, I’m going to meet Paul?

No, that doesn’t make sense at all!

Caught off guard by such baseless assumptions, I couldn’t formulate a response, which he seemed to take as confirmation. He smiled coldly and replied.

“So, you’ll be a widow by tonight.”

This lunatic! He’s really going to kill someone!

“No! Please, no!”

If Paul dies now, who will I claim as the father of my child?

Call it selfish, but it’s the instinct of survival. This is a time when an unwed mother would be branded and stoned. It’s infuriating, considering it takes two to make a child.

“Absolutely not! Paul is…!”

At the thought of losing my only remaining lifeline, I didn’t care about anything else. I pleaded and begged him to spare Paul, and he laughed bitterly, like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

Even as the soldiers watched us uneasily, he laughed heartily before looking around for an inn near the outskirts. Muttering to himself as if to emphasize.

“So, Paul is off-limits, huh.”

Then show me some sincerity, right?

‘Sincerity? What sincerity?’

Already struggling just to stay alive, I couldn’t fathom what more he wanted from me. I kept my mouth shut, unsure of what to say, as he looked at me with a predatory gaze, claiming to love me, Julie, with a face that suggested otherwise.

With an expression that was anything but loving, he carried me into the inn, looking like he could devour me whole.

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Hot steam mingled with heated breaths, cutting through the air. It felt like it was slicing through as I swallowed.

As I sucked and licked the firm flesh filling my mouth, a warm sensation spread from my throat, as if it had absorbed the heat of the bath. Before I knew it, I was getting wet down below.

“Julie, suck deeper.”

The Grand Duke, with his manhood in my mouth, let out a soft moan as he thrust his hips rhythmically. It wasn’t rough, but he was relentless, punishing me by thrusting into the soft flesh of my cheeks and palate, driving me mad inside my mouth. I swallowed the salty precxm that coated my tongue, along with every shaky breath.

I had endured many things, but this was my first time doing it with my mouth. And considering his size, I had never even dared to try before. I never imagined he would ask me to do such a thing.

“Do it with your mouth. Make me want to do it.”

Want to? Want to do what? If he meant sparing Paul, I’d suck like my life depended on it. If it meant letting me go, I’d take it easy today.

After all, I had realized that leaving would only lead to more suffering. I’d rather die comfortably at home than go through more hardship.

Realizing this, I glanced up at him, and he tilted his head slightly, about to call in the soldiers outside. Realizing his intent, I immediately knelt and pulled down his trousers.

“I’ll do it. I’ll do anything. Just don’t call them.”

If Paul knew the lengths I was going to, I hoped he’d accept the child as his own, even though it wasn’t. It wasn’t like I wanted this affair.

So, with tears in my eyes, I sucked on another man’s cxxx as if my life depended on it. Inside, I felt it swelling even more, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

“Ugh, mmph.”

Morning sickness was starting, making it even harder. I couldn’t continue and ended up spitting it out, retching. He sighed and lifted me into the bath. The water, now slightly cool, rippled around our naked bodies.

“Do you feel uncomfortable?”

He asked as he brushed back my wet hair, but I was too exhausted to respond. I just shook my head. I wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest.

Unfortunately, the look in his eyes told me that was not going to happen. He hadn’t sought me out since the Grand Duchess’s pregnancy.

‘He must be pent up.’

It was common sense to avoid sex during early pregnancy. So, he must have thought of me. Then, not finding me there, he had come looking for me. That made sense.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. He waited for this, wrapping one arm around my waist and running his hand down my back. From my shoulder to my back, down my spine, and then grabbing my buttocks.

“Julie, you seem thin.”

His touch felt unexpectedly gentle for someone forcing himself on me. It was as if he was checking my condition.

It was moments like these that confused me about him.