Chapter 11 🔞

2. The Governess’s Secret Hobby

On the bed, thick with stifling heat, Irene lay pressed tightly against a man’s bare body, not a stitch of clothing between them.

“Ah… ngh!”

Between her legs, she was already soaked. Each movement of his fingers drew out a lewd, slick sound. Her body had grown so sensitive that she could feel the hidden flesh around them trembling.

“Ah… p-please… not just your fingers…”

She could scarcely believe those impatient words had come from her own lips. Yet all she could think about was what would come next. The sensation of something filling the wet passage deep inside her.

A low chuckle rumbled in the darkness. With practiced ease, his fingers parted her folds and stroked the sensitive nub hidden there. Her back arched sharply. A breathless cry spilled from between her lips.

“Ah, hah, ngh, mm!”

Her lower abdomen tightened of its own accord. Then, with a firm thrust, his fingers plunged deep into her.

It was exhilarating, euphoric, but it wasn’t enough. Like someone dying of thirst, she clung to the man’s solid arm.

“Mmh., faster, more…”

His face remained hidden in shadow with the hearth at his back. It didn’t matter.

The hard muscle beneath her palm, the breadth of his shoulders, the low rumble of his laughter — those alone exuded an unmistakably masculine presence.

For a man like this, she could spread her legs without hesitation. Her clouded mind had surrendered entirely to instinct. As though urging him to take her, she parted her legs even wider and lifted her hips.

She didn’t need to see him to know where his gaze had settled. Her drenched, wanton entrance.

Narrowing her eyes in invitation, Irene let her hand trail over his thigh, hard as stone, and whispered,

“Be rough with me.”

So rough that I can’t think. 

At that moment, strong fingers closed around her slender ankle and drew her body lower across the bed.

Just as something heavy pressed against her wet entrance, he thrust inside her.

The overwhelming pressure arched her neck back, her lips falling open of their own accord.

“Mmnngh!”

Forcing her tight body apart, he drove into her without restraint, giving her no chance to adjust as he filled her completely.

“Ah… mm! Ah… it feels… ngh… haa…!”

Each time his burning length plunged deep inside, scraping along her slick inner walls, another helpless cry escaped her lips.

“Ah… more… ah! Faster… mm… that feels… so good…”

The sensation she had been yearning for raced through her from head to toe. The pleasure was so dizzying, so intensely sensual, that she scarcely recognized herself. Yet instead of shrinking away, Irene wrapped her arms tightly around his solid body and, guided by instinct alone, rocked her hips against him.

Squelch. Slap… Each wet, obscene sound of flesh sliding against flesh sent her slick arousal spilling around the length buried deep inside her.

Consumed by raw pleasure, Irene instinctively tightened around him.

“Ah! Ngh! More… mm… just a little… ah…!”

“How shameless.”

Even his mocking voice sounded unbearably sweet. Just as he said, the more relentless the stimulation became, the more completely Irene forgot the dignity expected of a governess, reduced to crying out without restraint.

“Ahh! I can’t… ah… ngh!”

Some instinct deep within warned her that any more would be too much. The man showed no sign of stopping.

“Please… ngh… ah! Haa… ah…!”

Before she knew it, tears streamed down her face as she shook her head helplessly. Still driving into her with ruthless force, he gripped her waist and thrust all the way to the hilt.

“Haaah!”

The fierce pressure twisting deep inside her sent a dizzying shock racing through her entire body. Her vision flashed white.

Every muscle locked rigid as wave after wave of exquisite sensation crashed over her, leaving even her fingertips and toes trembling uncontrollably.

“Don’t move. I’m not pulling out until I’ve finished.”

“Hmm…”

The man still had a firm grip on her waist as he leaned close enough to whisper, his voice so low it sent a chill through her.

There was something strangely familiar about it. Calm, arrogant, and unhurried.

His erxction, still far from spent, slowly withdrew, its length caressing against her sensitive inner walls. Even that gentle friction made her body, fresh from climax, tremble uncontrollably.

Eyes closed, she struggled to endure the lingering waves of pleasure. Then his voice reached her ear.

“A teacher who doesn’t even know the basics.”

The stern reprimand made Irene’s eyes snap open on instinct. The moment the shadows slipped from the man’s face — she gasped.

Brilliant blue eyes gleaming like those of a predator. A sharply sculpted nose. Lips curled into a smug, crooked smile…

The owner of that devastatingly handsome face was none other than Duke Dominic Whitmore.

“Now that I’ve indulged you and fxcked you exactly the way you begged me to, you should at least say thank you. Hmm?”

He whispered the words with maddening self-assurance as Irene stared back in utter horror.

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