Chapter 37
Pretending to pout and sulk, I grumbled, and, startled, he tightened his arms around me and shook his head. That desperate movement pricked my heart.
“That’s not what I meant. Don’t go. I’m sorry, okay?”
As if that kind of thing warranted an apology. He wasn’t in a position to apologize so easily. As always, Claude surrendered himself to me as if he had no pride at all. It was a change that had slowly developed over the years we’d spent together.
Ordinary nobles never admitted fault. Especially in the world he lived in, acknowledging a mistake was no different from handing your weakness to someone else.
So it was both strange and sad that someone always so proud and upright would lower himself only in front of me like this.
But at present, I had no choice but to ignore this aching heart and tame him.
“Then why do you say things like that? It’s been so long since we met like this at night… I just want to hear something nice.”
At my complaint, Claude nodded vigorously as if he’d realized something.
“I will. From now on, I won’t say a single word you don’t want to hear. Is that enough? If I do that, you won’t avoid me anymore?”
Ah, again. Lately, just as often as this happened, my heart ached as if cut with a knife.
Every time I thought of him, every time I stabbed him with sharp words, it felt like I was stabbing myself instead.
Just as I intended, Claude now regarded my embrace as a reward. But in reality, from the man who so meekly entrusted himself to me as if wanting praise, I felt no satisfaction, only intense guilt.
I wanted no part of this feeling. In fact, roughness and violence, pain that hit me directly, would’ve been better.
“So, it’s fine as long as I don’t avoid you? You don’t need things like… this?”
I climbed onto the young master’s knees, as if I were an old, worn-out courtesan I’d just finished washing clean.
Feigning ignorance, I rubbed my bottom against the hardness pressing up between his thighs, and he groaned, his brows twisting.
“Ayla…”
The lust in his voice was obvious, and I gladly lifted my skirt.
Like prey who willingly bared her nape, Claude lunged at me like a starved beast, his eyes wild with hunger.
“Just in case, let me ask you this.”
Yet even in that moment when instinct overtook reason, he did not lose his sharpness.
“No one put you up to this, right?”
Even as he greedily bit into my lips, breathing ragged with anticipation, he asked.
Naturally, the Duke’s sneering face came to mind, but I shook my head quickly, not wanting to give anything away.
At any rate, it wasn’t a lie. My intentions might be questionable, but being with him was thoroughly my own decision.
I looked straight into Claude’s crimson eyes. Surely, my feelings for him would be evident there even without trying.
“You’re too much, Young Master. No matter how powerless a maid I am, do I look like the sort of girl who’d tumble with a man she doesn’t even care for just because someone told her to?”
If he answered yes, I really would have nothing to say.
Fortunately, after staring into my eyes for a long while, Claude seemed a bit less anxious and pressed his lips to mine again.
His tongue slipped between my lips like a snake, the familiar fullness filling my mouth and gently warming my once-cold body.
As his hot hand naturally slipped under my lifted skirt and kneaded my b****t, my body below grew wet, as if by habit.
Normally, I would’ve been swept up in Claude’s touch, losing all sense as always. But I’d resolved to make it up to him for being neglected so long, so I needed to try something different this time.
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