The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 2.5

Damian was gallant even until the moment he pointed his sword at Serabella’s older brother. Even when Serabella’s brother died in the duel between the two of them, and her enraged father dragged him to Tocelli’s castle, Damian didn’t lose his keen mind. If Serabella hadn’t intervened, he would have maintained his nobility until the moment he died.

Serabella pleaded with her father. She begged him to let her eliminate that terrible man who had killed her brother with her own hands. After gaining possession of Damian through her tearful appeal, she secretly spirited him away, then procured a burned corpse and returned it to her father. After muddling and scattering his mind with dark magic, Serabella locked Damian away in a place only she knew.

Serabella knew well enough that she shouldn’t do it, that it was wrong. If it came to light that she had used dark magic, she would be proving with her own hands the rumor that witch’s blood flowed through the Tocelli family.

And would that be the only problem? Damian, whom Serabella loved deep in her heart, would be broken. He would live on as a doll with a shattered mind and only breath left in him.

But. Even so. At the same time, Serabella thought. Was that really so bad?

If she didn’t spirit Damian away, he would certainly die. Whatever happened, wasn’t it better than dying? Damian Terca would surely agree on that point too. That living while a little broken wasn’t so bad.

It was a way for everyone to be happy. Damian would save his life, and Serabella’s father would feel relieved, believing he had avenged his son. If she thought about it carefully, it was full of nothing but good results.

Compared to that, Serabella keeping Damian Terca bound at her side was a very small benefit. She was only giving happiness to both of them and receiving a small reward in return. Wasn’t that right?

Serabella nodded to herself.

As long as she thought of it that way, she could have Damian. Even if that belief wasn’t true.

And so, Serabella created her very own paradise with her own hands.

Serabella held Damian, who existed only for her, in her arms and kissed him. Her clumsy dark magic had broken Damian’s mind a little more than Serabella had wanted. Damian hadn’t only given up on running away from her hands, but had forgotten nearly everything and become obsessed only with Serabella.

Serabella was flustered by this unfamiliar side of him at first, but she soon realized it had actually turned out well. For years, she had loved him from afar, killing her feelings alone. Now, even if those feelings had become somewhat twisted, they were fairly turned toward each other.

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With his c**k still buried in her, Damian showered kisses on her lips and cheeks without pause. As if it was still far from enough for him to devour her to his heart’s content.

“Haa… Damian. I’m this tired, and yet…”

“Not yet, Bella. Not yet. Just a little more.”

Damian whined exactly as Serabella had wanted. Watching the imposing man plead with her, his face wet with sweat, she smiled faintly. The thrilling sensation that she was controlling his lust satisfied her even more than the pleasure in her body.

Serabella struggled to lift her tired hand and stroked his cheek. Several strands of his sweat-damp hair wound around her hand.

“You’re far too greedy, Damian.”

Even though she knew that the greediest person was Serabella herself, she gave him a laughing reproach. Damian leaned his cheek into Serabella’s palm and looked at her with an even more pitiful gaze. His blue eyes, once as fierce and sharp as an alpha wolf’s, had now turned into those of a military dog obedient only to her.

“Bella…”

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear what you want from me.”

“Embrace me. Keep looking at me. Kiss me and call my name, Bella. Take my c**k in your mouth and cry until you faint. Pinch me, scratch me, and hold on to me. Love me… love me. Always. Forever.”

Damian’s low voice trembled plaintively. Like an instrument that had been made splendidly, but tuned wrong.

At that discordant resonance, Serabella’s heart trembled with it.