My Ruin to You - Chapter 122

“It’s just…” She fumbled, then turned fully toward Valen. He tilted his head, waiting.

“The dress is too tight.”

His eyes swept over her instantly, checking the laces at her back. Now that she’d said it, the bodice did feel suffocating. Even ignoring the fury simmering in her chest, the pressure on her ribs was unmistakable.

“I’ll loosen it for you.”

As she followed him out, she caught the young lady’s eye—and received a deliberate wink. She had been the one to tighten the laces. Sensing Roseline’s tension after leaving the hidden room, she’d created this escape route. Roseline almost smiled before turning away.

She assumed they’d just step into the nearby parlor for a quick adjustment. But Valen kept hold of her hand, leading her upstairs to their bedroom instead. Though their room was in the opposite wing from where Schnitzel hid, her heart pounded wildly, convinced he might suddenly pivot and throw open the wrong door. Her grip on his hand tightened reflexively.

“Hold on. We’re almost there.”

Thankfully, he didn’t suspect a thing. Only after entering their room did he release her, turning her around to undo the laces himself. They’d been cinched so tightly that when they loosened, Roseline gasped audibly, her shoulders slumping in relief. Valen’s lips quirked as he watched her.

“Your Highness.”
“Hm?”
“Just to be clear—you can’t punish the young lady for tightening my dress.”
“Seems you can breathe again. Bold of you to defend others in front of me.”

Though his tone held amusement, she didn’t miss the edge. Damn it. Hadn’t she just vowed to stay composed? Maybe what had come loose wasn’t her bodice—but her common sense.

“Will you punish everyone who wrongs me?”
“If you wish.”
“Then you go first. You left me tied up in that smithy. I nearly became a snack for an infected!”
“So you’re still holding onto that.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating in his throat. Roseline seized the opening, glaring defiantly.

“Is it funny that I almost got bitten?”
“Of course not. Though I doubt you were as terrified as I was. But fine—I’m sorry.”

The apology startled her. It didn’t quell her fury or betrayal, but the genuineness shocked her.

“…And the punishment?”
“What do you want?”
“Don’t touch me without permission.”
“That won’t work.”

No sooner had she spoken than he yanked the tangled laces free in one sharp pull. Rip. Snap. Threads gave way mournfully as the dress slithered off her shoulders.

“Should’ve skipped the pretense and undressed you from the start.”
“Why are you like this? We’re not staying here.”
“‘Again’? I did nothing last night.”

Roseline hurriedly grabbed at her slipping dress, barely managing to cover her front as Valen’s firm chest pressed against her exposed back. The situation felt similar to yesterday yet fundamentally different—where yesterday had been methodical, today Valen ground his fully e***t length against her while pressing kisses along her ear. Just his breath alone made her shiver violently. This was dangerous.

“Your Highness—wait, just wait—”

She knew avoiding intimacy altogether was impossible, but not today. Not like this. Stumbling over her own fingers, she peeled his arms away and slowly turned around. After swallowing hard with resolve, she sank to her knees.

“What are you—?”

“…I’ll use my mouth.”

Valen’s eyes narrowed to slits. His razor-sharp gaze raked over her from head to toe as he tilted his head and slowly ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. The contrast between his swollen bulge and icy tone would’ve been comical if not for the tension.

“Do as you like.”

Her clumsy fingers fumbled with his buckle.

“Ngk—”

The sprung-free e******n slapped against her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut momentarily before swallowing again and gripping the thick base. As she parted her lips—schlick—the bitter taste of precum flooded her mouth the moment the head passed her lips. Just taking the tip made her jaw ache immediately. She’d never done this before.

“Don’t tense up.”

Suppressing the urge to jerk her head back in rebellion, she forced herself to swallow more of that disgustingly long flesh until the head bumped her uvula, tears pricking her eyes—

“Ghk—?!”

Valen fisted her hair and yanked her forward, making drool spill down her chin.

“Strange though,” he mused, voice disturbingly calm as he began shallow thrusts. “I don’t recall teaching you to suck c**k.”

“……”

“Was it Schnitzel? Did she tell you to please me like this?”