Chapter 24
I’m tired of being driven to the edge at every turn, scuttling like a mouse in a never-ending maze. Who’s really supposed to be angry here? Because of the damn social hierarchy, I can’t even say a word.
You have a wife and a child, yet you harass me for thinking about my husband. How is any of this fair? I wanted to challenge him on this, but…
‘…Forget it.’
Continuing this conversation would only lead me to say something reckless. Instead, I decided to leave his embrace and change the subject.
Yes, like I ever had any pride left to salvage. I’ll just give him what he wants and appease him. Whenever he gets all worked up, it only takes one session to calm him down. And since doing more tonight is impossible, I’ll just finish him off with my mouth.
So, giving up on the conversation, I mumbled my response, avoiding eye contact.
“It’s nothing. Just…”
I’ve never done this before, but here goes. The thought of putting my mouth on something covered in both sxmxn and my own fluids made me queasy, but asking to wash first wasn’t an option.
I pretended to caress him, wiping him clean as I knelt and took him into my mouth.
“Ah, Julie.”
At least he doesn’t seem to mind. Is just taking him in my mouth enough?
Not knowing how far to go, I sucked as deeply as I could. I just made myself imagine I was eating ice cream—a popsicle.
With whatever bits of knowledge I had picked up, I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. Well, more like licking it than swirling, really.
Even after he had already come once, his erxctixn was growing again, making my jaw ache. At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to make him finish. Am I even doing this right?
I wished he would take the lead like before, but he seemed content to watch me, not moving at all. Just studying my expression. And then the questions began, as always.
“Why are you doing this?”
Because it’s not what you think, and I just want to get this over with and rest.
“Is it because of that bastard?”
At this point, I don’t even know who you’re talking about. Thanks to you, I haven’t seen my husband’s face in ages.
“Are you afraid of him?”
No, I’m afraid of being hurt. It’s human nature to want to live a day longer even if you know you’re going to die.
I wished he’d stop with the questions and just finish already. Maybe I’m just bad at this, or maybe he has great self-control. Either way, his incessant questioning continued.
Petting my hair, the Grand Duke muttered sarcastically, his mood clearly sour tonight.
“Julie, do you like that guy so much?”
At that point, I felt something snap in my mind. How many times had he persistently asked me this question? Whenever I tried to respond, he’d shove his dxxx so far down my throat that all I could do was swallow. Why even ask if he wouldn’t let me answer?
It felt like dealing with a sulking child, and I was tempted to just bite down. But I held back.
‘Calm down, he’s still the father of my child.’
Though the fact that he’s someone else’s child’s father is the real kicker. Wait, why am I even doing this? Why am I, of all people, giving head while considering the future of another man’s lineage? What did I do in a past life to deserve this?
And I didn’t even do anything wrong. I just woke up one day as the abandoned maid of the grand duke… Oh, forget it. This is infuriating.
Ultimately, it all leads to death anyway. The unfairness made my lips tremble around his cxxx. I can’t even bite down when I’m angry, nor can I complain about his hypocrisy. And it doesn’t stop there.
For him, this relationship is like a child holding onto candy, but for me, it’s a matter of life and death.
‘What about my child?’
Tears suddenly fell. I was so upset.
While the Grand Duchess is probably lying in a comfortable bed, getting foot massages from maids for her swollen feet, here I am, unable to even reveal my pregnancy, forced to suck on this man’s c**k. It’s infuriating.
‘And I almost got rxped and killed just moments ago.’
If I were the actual heroine of a romance novel, he wouldn’t have brought me to some shabby inn to make me do this. He would have held me and comforted me on the spot.
He would have asked if I was scared, told me he was worried about me, and confessed that I was his only one before making love to me tenderly.
But what’s the reality? Instead of comforting me, he scolds me for trying to run away and then drags me to some inn with only one thing on his mind.
And not only that. Before I ran away from the estate, he didn’t even look at me, too focused on the pregnant Grand Duchess.
“I will protect you forever, Julie.”
“…”
“You and our child too.”
Until the very last moment when I was ready to die, I couldn’t forget those words. I comforted myself, thinking it was enough.
But now, swayed by this man’s childlike whims.
“Julie…?”
I couldn’t bear it anymore. Tears started streaming down my face.
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