The Price of Saving a Vicious Beast - Chapter 47

“Adelaide… if this goes on, it’ll be no different from just taking you while you’re under the influence. I don’t want to treat the first night you’ve cherished like that.”

“What are you… saying…? I—I’m fine…”

He didn’t want to take her while she was under the influence?

That was exactly what Adelaide wished for and yet he spoke those words with shameless ease. The sheer hypocrisy made her stomach churn.

The way he said she had cherished this night sent chills crawling over her skin like insects, but worse than that was the look in his eyes.

“No. If you really looked forward to today, then prove it to me.”

The moment their eyes met, Adelaide understood. He didn’t actually believe what she was saying. Killian only wanted to cut off every possible escape route she had.

‘Bastard.’

What he wanted was total surrender.

It wasn’t enough for her to be violated, he wanted to see her willingly offer herself, to beg him to take her, to submit completely.

But then, Adelaide gave up.

What was the point of struggling? That monster would get the answer he wanted from her in the end anyway. And the more she resisted, the more her loved ones would suffer.

If that was the case, then it was wiser to simply give him what he wanted.

Hadn’t her entire life already been like this? Being toyed with and trampled however Killian pleased? The title of a count’s daughter and her position of Crown Princess, they were nothing more than costumes he had dressed his favorite toy in.

Slowly, Adelaide closed her eyes.

She was exhausted. From the moment she received that nightmarish proposal, she had felt as though she were wandering endlessly through a maze with no exit. Not just her actions—but even her thoughts—seemed to be moving exactly as he intended.

He said he didn’t want to take her while she was under the influence. And yet he had still used something on her. It was nothing more than a precaution, just enough to ensure she couldn’t truly resist.

Even knowing what she was doing, Adelaide had no choice but to cling to whatever shred of dignity she could. Blaming everything on the aphrodisiac that beast had used, she offered herself that flimsy excuse as she slowly grasped her own thighs with both hands and spread her legs.

The place where his fingers had been stirring moments ago gaped open like a living fish. Watching that glossy, fruit-like red place, Killian licked his lower lip.

“How endearing. You’re soaking wet.”

With a soft laugh, his thumb slowly stroked downward from the top of her cleft. There was no need for words, his languid touch told her everything. The moist entrance fluttered under his fingers, clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing.

His fingers pushed gently inside. Every time the slightly curved tips scraped against her overly sensitive, swollen walls, Adelaide’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning.

Was it the relentless onslaught of pleasure? Or the shame of having to offer herself willingly to the one who had trampled her life so thoroughly? She had resigned herself, told herself she’d made peace with it. But even so, Adelaide’s tightly shut eyes burned red, her face flushing once more.

The wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out grew more liquid, turning into a splash, splash. And with it, the moans she had been desperately holding back began to escape between her clenched teeth.

Killian positioned himself between her spread legs. A blunt weight pressed against her mound. His shaft nudged against her soft brown curls, twitching.

“Watch closely, Adelaide. See how deep inside you mine goes.”

The part he tapped lightly was just below her navel. The pre-c*m dripping from his tip soiled her pubic hair. As if measuring, he pressed against her mound several more times before finally moving himself lower.

“Hnngh—ah—no… please—no.”

No matter how much he had stretched her with his fingers, Adelaide had never known a man before. He pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance, like a kiss, then pushed with force. Adelaide braced against his broad chest and shook her head in refusal.