Chapter 166
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Yet this woman would still not abandon her family, despite everything. Now, as Duchess Loren hovered between life and death, it was her last chance to leave her family behind.
“Duke Loren, you despise him too, don’t you? What has he ever done for you under the guise of fatherhood?”
“…My father…”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. Mikhail whispered in her ear as he licked it.
“The Duchess has suddenly fallen ill.”
“…What do you mean? My mother’s health, ah!”
As he brought up the Duchess, her eyes sparkled with intensity. Mikhail sharpened his tongue and licked her earlobe.
“It seems the Duke has been trying to contact Adrian. It looks like the Duchess has realized this.”
“Uh.”
Emilia tilted her head back and moaned. Mikhail slipped his hand inside her thin clothing.
Her b*****s, plump and full, gently crushed under his grasp. His large hands couldn’t completely encompass them as they pressed into his palms. He licked up her neck while firmly holding her b****t.
“Ah!”
Emilia shuddered and gasped. Mikhail quickly flicked her hardened n–ples with his fingers and laughed.
She still pricks up her ears at the mention of her parents. A satisfied look crossed his face as a hint of light returned to her resigned eyes.
Mikhail grabbed the chair she was sitting in with one hand and steadied it.
“You want to hear more, it seems.”
“Tell me what happened to my mother.”
“You don’t seem desperate.”
Her eyes reddened, her lips swollen from biting them. Emilia grabbed his clothes.
“What’s happened to my mother? Please… it’s all my fault. I’ll do anything…”
As she sobbed, Mikhail leaned in and exhaled a heavy breath.
“Lean back deeply in the chair.”
Emilia did as told, leaning back until her body was almost lying down.
“Spread your legs.”
“…Your Grace.”
She hesitated. Mikhail tilted his head and said, “Didn’t you say you’d do anything? You don’t seem desperate.”
“I will do it. Just tell me.”
Emilia slowly spread her legs. The silhouette of her parted legs under her nightgown caught his eye.
“Wider. Grab your thighs and spread them.”
She clenched her eyes shut, grabbed her legs with both hands, and slowly spread them apart, revealing more of herself.
Mikhail held onto the chair and leaned forward, taking in her exposed form. The sight of her underwear, made more visible by her spread legs, suggested why she had hesitated to do so.
“To get wet even in this situation.”
“Is this enough now?”
Her voice trembled as she spoke. Mikhail laughed lowly, turning his head to breathe hotly against her ear.
“Ah.”
“If your hand stops, so does my story.”
His red eyes glinted predatorily once again.
Mikhail took one of Emilia’s hands and placed it atop her damp underwear.
“The story begins when you do.”
Her hand twitched uncertainly. Mikhail overlaid his hand on hers and pressed down.
“You should remember well by now. Think back.”
He gently guided her hand to start moving by herself. Her eyes were filled with confusion, but he decided not to speak until she began properly.
“Let me know when you’re ready.”
He removed his hand and looked down at her. The sight of her, her legs apart with her hand on her underwear, was provocative.
He had intended to see her embarrassed and defeated expression. But at that moment, he actually regretted it.
Emilia slowly recalled the past events.
Her fingertips touched the damp fabric; unlike Mikhail’s warm hands, hers were cold.
‘What should I do…’
She slowly moved her fingers over the wet fabric, playing with a small bead with her middle finger.
Remembering how persistently he had focused on one spot, her hand naturally moved there.
It seemed that was where it felt best.
As Emilia slowly rolled her finger, sensations slowly awakened below.
“Duke Loren tried to send a letter to Adrian a few days ago.”
“Ah…”
“It seems he was trying to reveal my identity.”
Her father?
He must have thought that aligning with Adrian was necessary for survival.
Emilia’s hand stopped abruptly, and so did his words.
Despite the tightening sensation in her lower abdomen, she had to keep moving her fingers.
Prickly pleasure spread through her body. The hand that had been manipulating with the middle finger began to quiver along with the index finger.
“Ah, uh…”
“The Duchess realized it and burned the letter.”
Mikhail whispered in her ear, nibbling it gently.
Emilia had to move diligently to keep hearing his story.
At that moment, he pulled aside her underwear and smirked.
“Do it right.”
With her underwear pulled aside, her private parts were fully exposed right in front of his eyes. With her legs spread wide, it was impossible not to see.
The inside of her privates glistened between her fingers, too much even for her abundant p-bic hair to conceal. Heat rushed to her face.
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