My Ruin to You - Chapter 123

His coral-colored eyes trembled mercilessly. Frozen in place, she could neither spit out nor swallow the thick pillar filling her mouth. It felt as if all the blood had drained from her body.

“Why so surprised? Did you really think I wouldn’t hear what was said to you?”

He stroked her bulging cheek, his gaze relentlessly tracking every shift in her expression.

“Bite down properly.”
“……”
“Your stomach’s in knots—can’t even loosen the lower half, can you? Better wet it properly if you want this to be comfortable.”

Only then did Roseline’s unfocused eyes sharpen. A chill ran down her spine. How much does he know? She hated herself for already making the wrong move when she’d just vowed to be careful.

Humiliation, fear, helplessness—they all mixed together, sharpening her glare. But with tears welling in her eyes and his c**k stuffed in her mouth, her defiance only seemed to amuse him. Valen’s brow furrowed slightly as the swollen head twitched against her palate, prodding insistently. Even without climax, a bitter fluid gushed forth, flooding her mouth.

“Ghk—!

She coughed violently, and he tsked, pulling his hips back. Before she could even spit, he yanked her up by the arm and shoved her onto the sofa. His movements were rushed, as if he couldn’t bother with the bed, yet he still cradled the back of her head to keep it from hitting the armrest.

“Roseline.”
“……”
“Nothing to say to me?”

His whisper was deceptively soft, almost like he was giving her a chance to confess about Schnitzel. His eyes, scanning her face, held a flicker of something uneasy. Slowly, her muddled thoughts cleared. Ah. She understood now why he’d lost it when she took him in her mouth—he’d seen through her pathetic attempt to avoid full intercourse.

But this man didn’t know. He didn’t know why she was avoiding it, how much she’d learned, or what she’d discussed with Schnitzel. That ignorance was what unsettled him—what made him furious.

His words were a clue: “what was said to you” likely referred to news of Schnitzel’s presence in the county, probably relayed by the Count.

But a man as sharp as him would’ve deduced more. The atmosphere in the parlor during tea, the envelope on the table—he’d have pieced together that Roseline sent a letter through the young lady, and that she’d likely received a reply while changing.

“Your Highness.”

Roseline reached for him, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw before she spoke softly:

“Put it in.”

A flash of hunger ignited in Valen’s eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his hand cradled the back of her head, grip tightening.

“You’re cruel.”

I love it, he meant. A transparent, clumsy seduction—yet he yielded without hesitation. He studied her for a breath before abruptly tearing away the ruined dress. Riiip. The velvet pooled at her feet, followed by her slip and undergarments.

Schlick. Thuck.

The drag of his c**k against her dry folds drew a slick response from her traitorous body—but not enough.

“Ngh—!”

Valen sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Roseline’s back arched, a shudder rippling through her before she bit down on a whimper.

“Let me hear you.”
“……”
“Look at me.”

He pinned her wrists with one hand, the other tilting her chin up to hold her gaze. Any flicker of avoidance earned a warning squeeze.

Creak. Squelch.

Her c**t obediently slicked around him, sucking him deeper. His gaze darkened at the fading marks on her chest—then his mouth descended, teeth scraping pale skin before latching onto a n****e.

“Hah—!”
“So eager just from this.”
“Ah—! T-Too much, Va—nngh!”