My Ruin to You - Chapter 261

“Hft…….”

Roseline bit her lip and gently lifted her hips. Schliiick. As the thick, vein-ridged pillar scraped its way out of her inner walls, a wet sound echoed.

She straightened her posture until only the tip was engaged, then began to slowly sink back down. Around that time, Valen lifted the hem of her skirt.

He stared intently at the sight of the slick, glistening member being devoured by the tight, glistening hole slicked with fluid, then narrowed his eyes as if struggling to hold back.

Valen’s expression was clearly reflected on the rain-beaded glass. The wrinkled corners of his eyes and the traces of impatience etched between his brows were so lewd that tension shot through her lower abdomen. She clenched tightly around the impaled pillar, and an untold number of sighs escaped from his lips.

“Haa.”

Valen, driven to desperation, grabbed Roseline’s b******s. Blue veins bulged on the back of his hand. Roseline reached back and urgently gripped his wrist.

“I-It was my idea to do this, wasn’t it?”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Roseline.”

He muttered rapidly, then inevitably lifted Roseline up slightly before driving her back down with a forceful thud. Coarse pubic hair rubbed together. He began thrusting his hips with a force that seemed intent on burying his t*******s inside.

Thump, schluck.

As the pace quickened, the fluid pooled at their juncture splattered. Roseline, fumbling in the air for something to hold onto for support, placed her hand on the floor. Her balance broke, and the inserted pillar slipped out.

“Here, use your strength.”

Wrapping his arm around Roseline’s collapsing waist to firmly support her, he used his knee to spread her legs wide. Then, he stroked the glistening member dangling in the air a couple of times before rubbing it against her newly closed entrance.

“Here, relax.”

“Hmm…….”

As the blunt head parted the tight crevice and plunged deep inside, Roseline clawed at the carpet as if to tear it apart. Valen, who had been lifting the cumbersome skirt up to her waist, frowned upon seeing Roseline’s hand.

“You’re having intercourse with me, so why are you clutching the carpet so desperately?”

“It’s, too, deep.”

“If that’s the case, you should tell me.”

He leaned over Roseline, covering her small back as he lay on top of her. Roseline turned her head with a bewildered expression. The look he gave her was unkind, as if asking if she was so lacking in things to be jealous of that she was taking it out on a carpet.

“But, Roseline.”

“Yes…….”

“Why did you go to the bedroom?”

He asked, planting a kiss on her damp eyelid. With the change in position, their union deepened further. Just as Roseline was about to let out a pained moan from the feeling of the head crushing against her inner walls, his other hand pressed firmly against her swollen c******s, rubbing it.

“Hmm? What did you do there?”

“Ngh, haah! Wai—, ah, don’t, hng……!”

Roseline’s hips bucked. She flailed her free hand, then tightly grabbed the wicked hand rubbing her c******s and dug her nails in. She had no strength left to answer. Roseline merely scratched the back of his hand and writhed continuously.

“You couldn’t have been playing with yourself alone there.”

“Ah, no, I didn’t, haahk, ah, please……”

“What were you doing there, I wonder?”

“Hngk.”

“Why? Did you have other thoughts once you entered the office? Do you hate me again?”

Just as Roseline had looked around the orderly office and recalled the past, it seemed he had similar thoughts. No wonder he had readily let her go to the bedroom and the study. It seemed he had sent her away because he feared she might recall bad memories if she stayed sitting in the office, and thus might come to hate him again.

“But what can we do? Whatever thoughts you may have, you can never escape. Do you think I’d ever let you go?”

His low voice was chilling. He bit into the nape of her neck as he thrust deep within. Denying her even a moment to answer, his relentless onslaught was also a sign of this man’s anxiety. Hup. Roseline gasped for air, turning her head with difficulty.

“Your Highness… Hh, I was… thinking.”

Her soft lips descended upon his forehead.

“I was wondering… if things would have been different had I known then…”

The act, which had been busily focused on penetration, came to an abrupt halt. Valen, who had been gnawing on her tender skin, lifted his head. Roseline whispered, gently pressing her lips against his, which looked unusually flushed.

“How could I accept this when I resent you… You’re such a scoundrel…”

“…”

“I want to be happy with you in an ordinary way, Your Highness. So, please calm down and go slowly… okay?”

The hand covering the back of Roseline’s hand tightened. He intertwined his fingers with hers as if lacing them, clenching her small hand tightly.

“This is what drives me mad.”

He bit down gently on the lips that spoke such lovely words. Mm— Roseline moaned at the sharp pain, and he soothingly licked the spot. The moment he tried to push his tongue into her parted mouth, Roseline turned her head away. He grabbed her chin urgently, but her resistance was fierce.