Hiya– It’s Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 26

“Then what is it? I wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, and get along with you, Young Master. But you’re the one who pushed me away first!”

“Hah…”

Even up to that point, I was yapping away like a clueless puppy that didn’t know the meaning of fear, and Claude let out a hollow laugh at my words.

Staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he tried to calm his anger, he finally turned his gaze back to me and spoke, as if exhaling a sigh he’d held back for a long time.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

“D-Do what?”

That was probably the last moment I had to think at all.

While I was trying to figure out what he meant by ‘let’s do it’, Claude clenched his teeth and continued.

“Holding hands, kissing, getting along. Whatever you want, let’s do it all.”

I wanted to pull him out past that line, yes… But I hadn’t considered what would happen if he came out and then turned on me.

And if you’re not prepared…

“Whatever curiosity you were hoping to satisfy with that bastard, I’ll satisfy it myself.”

There’s really nothing you can do but just take it.

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That day, Claude personally tore apart the intangible boundary that had existed between us.

“Ah, ah…!”

Not just tore. It was as if he ripped my maid’s uniform to shreds and threw it onto the floor.

“Y-Young Master, wait, please…”

I was nothing more than a naïve girl, unaware of how hot an aroused man’s body could be, or how rough an angry touch could feel.

But even in that dazed state, there was one thing I knew for sure.

Even as my clothes were peeled off like corn husks on the bed to which his hands had dragged me, I didn’t hate it.

“Haa, Ayla…”

If anything, I was thrilled to hear him call my name with that exhaled breath, and completely overwhelmed by the feel of his hands greedily exploring my body.

Even if those hands had taken someone’s life just a few hours before, it didn’t matter. I didn’t have the luxury to think of such things.

After stripping away even my last layer of underclothes, Claude pressed his hot lips to my nape and paused for a moment, catching his breath. In contrast to his earlier words about satisfying my curiosity, I could see clear hesitation.

That final hesitation only made me more impatient. Not in my right mind, my body burning hot, I started to unbutton his shirt.

“You too, Young Master… Take yours off.”

Even while under him, I was busy trying to take off his clothes, and he looked down at me for a moment. The conflict in his eyes quickly dissipated in real time.

Claude layered his hand over my clumsy one and took off his shirt. Though I’d seen his body, honed with muscle, countless times before, tonight it felt more threatening than ever.

With the last bit of fabric between us gone and his large body looming over me, the heat of skin against skin made my head go blank.

“Even if you regret it, it’s too late.”

He murmured this as his lips slid down my collarbone.

“I won’t regret it, so… ngh!”

He punished my retort by biting down fiercely on my chest that was just starting to swell. He gave me no time to complain about the pain. His greedy mouth instantly swallowed the sensitive tip that had just begun to harden.

“Mm…”

A strange sensation tingled from the tip of my b****t. Was this place always so sensitive? The sensation that had always been pent up inside me melted through my whole body as Claude’s mouth worked its way over me.

Every time he sucked hard, a dull ache spread from my chest down between my legs. When he teased the gap with the pointed tip of his tongue, the pleasure doubled and my waist arched on its own.

“Ngh, ah… ahh…”

Like a hunter who’s found his prey’s weakness, Claude began to attack that spot relentlessly. With his mouth tormenting one b****t, his large hand lifted the other from below, kneading it as he pleased.

I was already dizzy from just that, but his lips started trailing even lower.