Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Noticing his gaze, she frantically pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Memories of the previous nights flooded his mind, the desires he had sated while she slept. His eyes darkened with lust. “Aroused enough to harden your n1pples.”
“Hngh…”
Shame flooded her face, painting it a vibrant red. An uncontrollable surge of possessiveness coursed through him. “Shall I touch them for you?”
She could only shake her head frantically, her ears burning crimson like ripe apples. He imagined biting into them, savoring their sweetness. “Feigning innocence is tedious. The first time we met, you were about to be taken by another man, weren’t you?”
“Th-That wasn’t… I didn’t want…”
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice thick with unshed tears. She probably didn’t realize that her vulnerability only fueled his desire to conquer and possess her.
Yes, Benedict admitted it to himself. He desired this woman. Perhaps he had since the moment he decided to enslave her. Or perhaps even earlier, when he saw her struggling beneath that fat, filthy pig of a king. He should be the one to crush her, to tear her clothes and reveal her n4kedness, to hear her terrified cries and beautiful screams, to taste her sweet tears.
The things he hadn’t understood before were now crystal clear. He was immensely satisfied with his decision to enslave her, to bring her to his bedchamber. A woman who couldn’t defy him, completely bound by his shackles, his bedroom slave.
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Benedict murmured, gently stroking the flushed skin beneath her eyes. “But if you had such experience, shouldn’t you have anticipated this and prepared yourself?” His thick, hard thigh pressed between her legs, parting them. “To open yourself and receive me whenever your master desires?”
“Hngh.”
He ground his thigh against her sensitive core, the thin fabric of her skirt and undergarments offering no barrier. She tried to close her legs, but it only intensified the friction. Her breath hitched, growing hotter. Her writhing body and flushed face betrayed the pleasure she couldn’t conceal.
“Master… Ah!”
He watched, taking in every nuance of her reaction as she writhed and moaned, helpless against the rising tide of sensation. Soon, a slick wetness bloomed, making his movements even smoother. His lips tightened into a satisfied line. He pressed harder, grinding against her most sensitive point. Her neck flushed crimson, and she pleaded, “S-Stop, it’s strange, Master… Hngh, Master… Mngh!”
“Strange?” He captured her wrists, pinning them behind her back as if binding her. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He punished her with another hard grind.
“Ah!” A soft cry escaped her lips as her head fell back. Her legs trembled against his thigh like a newborn fawn. He smiled, feeling the dampness against his skin.
“Slave.”
“H-Haah…”
She gasped for breath, her peach-colored eyes glazed with the aftermath of a shallow climax.
“What will you do if you lose control from just this much?” Benedict pulled her into his arms, gently smoothing the hair that had fallen around her ear. Her lips parted slightly at his tender touch. He seized the opportunity, tightening his grip on her waist.
“Mm…”
As her left shoulder brushed against his chest, a faint moan escaped her lips. Benedict’s expression turned savage. He pulled away, his voice a guttural growl. “Consider yourself lucky.” The heat in his golden eyes vanished, replaced by an icy coldness. “If you ever try to test me again with your pathetic attempts at service, I’ll make you do far worse things all night long.”
He released her. Her small body swayed, then slid to the floor. She braced herself with her hands, looking up at him.
“Get out,” Benedict said, turning his back but glancing over his shoulder with a chilling glare. “Unless you want to spread your legs and be taken right here, right now.”
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