My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 48 🔞

Evelyn stared in silence at the man — so blindingly beautiful it hurt, yet so grotesque it made her skin crawl. A walking contradiction. In the firelight, the shadows played across his picture-perfect face like a masterpiece corrupted at its edges.

“Why me? Why did it have to be me…?”

But she didn’t finish her sentence. Her gaze dropped.

Her bare feet were dirty. The same feet that had moved so nimbly to kill without hesitation, to dismember his corpse with ruthless efficiency.

That thought returned again, uninvited.

Maybe Evelia Locke was already in hell. Maybe this was her punishment.

It was laughable. She never believed in any afterlife. Whenever her targets, just before death, hurled curses at her and told her to rot in hell, she used to laugh and reply: Reality’s already hell. What’s one more?

Now it felt like the curse had taken root. She had fallen into hell, and been offered as a tribute to its king.

“Eve, hm? What are you thinking?”

The heat of his lips branded her nape. He bit down gently on the tender flesh, sucking greedily. His hand, unerring and familiar, slid lower — his fingers creeping inside her inner thigh.

“…Ah!”

Her damned body welcomed the intrusion of his fingers. The long fingers pushed through her tight hole, dripping with the juices that had been pooling inside.

“Oh, are you aroused?”

A low chuckle rumbled in her ears, and Evelyn closed her eyes, no longer wanting to take in the reality. The slick friction between them rang out chillingly in her ears.

“Ugh!”

Two long fingers plunged deep into the wet passage. Inside the red hole, he spread his index and middle fingers apart, and a clear liquid dripped out.

She hated her body for being incapable of forgetting the sensations he’d given her, even in this situation. Evelyn bit her lower lip hard to keep from moaning, even accidentally.

But only for a moment.

“Argh!”

Evelyn groaned, unable to contain the exhilaration spreading throughout her. Her hips rocked of their own accord as his thumb rubbed her clxt, stimulating it, and her weak knees buckled.

“Eve.”

After swirling his fingers inside her, Calix withdrew them and thrust his wet hand in front of her.

“Open your eyes.”

As Evelyn stubbornly kept her eyes closed, the man gazed lovingly at her, then pressed a wet finger to her lips.

Reflexively, Evelyn opened her eyes, but the finger was already in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.

“Mmph…”

Sticky saliva dripped from her parted lips. Evelyn looked up at the Duke with weary eyes. Her mind was foggy, and she had no idea what to do next.

His fingers, soaked with tears and saliva, finally slipped out. She could only swallow the saliva that pooled in her mouth from the stiffened root of her tongue.

Calix scooped Evelyn up gently. Approaching the bed with large strides, he laid her unwashed and grimy body casually down on the sheets and spread her legs wide.

Wet fingers touched the tingling entrance. Around the narrow hole. After a slow stroke between those parted pxssy lips, the Duke pushed his finger in again. Without much resistance, the hole swallowed his finger with a delicious twitch.

Her legs tensed as he bent his finger to brush against her sensitive spot.

“Ahh, hnnn…”

Each stroke of her clxt sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her. Unbidden, Evelyn’s hips lifted. The finger that had slipped past her entrance dug in as hard as his manhood, and her juices splashed where they met.

“Aah!”

Her will to hold back a moan faded as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her hips bucked under his touch. Below her waist, her legs buckled, flexing down to her toes.

The juices that soaked the Duke’s hand stained the sheets. Despite her exhaustion, Evelyn instinctively focused on the dizzying sensations.

The fingers that had entered her, hard and fast, slipped out without warning. All the while, her red hole throbbed, waiting to fill the empty passage as quickly as possible.

Spreading her pale thighs wider, the man thrust his large, swollen cxck into her tight opening. Evelyn’s lips parted at the sensation of his girth, so different from his fingers.

“Ahh—hngh!”

She had lost count of how many times she had accepted him inside her, but the pressure that flooded her body felt unfamiliar each time. She gasped, the sensation of being filled with this man all the way to my throat making it hard to breathe.

“Hah…”

A moan, laced with a sigh, slipped out between her petal-soft lips. The man, fingers tangled in her shimmering blond hair, pressed closer and kissed the silken strands.

“Eve, my wife.”

Calix whispered sweetly to the woman writhing beneath him, shifting his hips. Gritting her teeth at those sickening words, Evelyn reflexively opened her mouth to his hard, thrusting cxck.

“Ah!”

“That’s cute. Cry more.”

“Hah, sh—ah! Ahn, stop, uh…”

Tears gathered in the corners of her twisted eyes. They weren’t just from physical sensation. It was the misery of knowing she might never escape this situation, and the resentment she felt toward the pleasure blooming through her body, even now.

Schlick! The sound of her wet insides clenching and unclenching around his c**k was nakedly stark. Her body shook with his movements.

Evelyn gasped like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe. Her vision swam, and the world spun around her.

“Haah, hahh… nnngh! Stop, stop…”

Dragging the heavy corpse into the forest, dismembering it, and wandering the woods all night — it was only natural that, no matter how rough her life had been, her body had reached its limit.

That wasn’t all. Even the single thread of hope she had clung to had turned to ash and vanished.

“Please, stop… Hmph!”

Evelyn was utterly drained, even mentally. She no longer had the strength to resist.

“No, Eve. I can’t stop.”

The soft voice rang out in a lustful tone. His thick cxck thrust in and out, splattering with an unrecognizable liquid. The tightly stretched opening quivered in time with his pxnxs. Her hips jerked as the hard cxck poked deep inside her, right against her sensitive spot.

“Ahhhh, fxck, stop… ahh!”

Her cries rose, the wet passage tightening around that throbbing, veiny pillar. Pulling all the way out of her, Calix whispered softly as he slammed into her hole again.

“Eve, if you like it, you should be honest and ask for more — not say stop.”

“Haah—ahh, haa…”

The unbearable sensations made it impossible for Evelyn to spit out anything but a moan. Her mind was going blank. Her head felt like it was filled with that damn fog.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, looking up at the Brumfield warden who had her restrained from head to toe. A picture-perfect face smiled down at her, radiant with ecstasy and satisfaction.

When their eyes met, he paused, lowering his head to press his lips against hers. Barely touching, he whispered softly.

“We will stay like this, together, forever.”

Spring to summer.

Even a single season felt like centuries…

Powerless, Evelyn shut her eyes again. The thick fog swallowed everything, even her future. Like a child who would never return from the underworld, Evelyn Dalebury finally accepted that she would never escape Brumfield.