Deceived, Yet Drawn to You - Chapter 98

Edmund, who had pushed himself all the way inside her in one thrust, simply held Blair close. As if savoring the sensation of their bodies perfectly joined, as if gripping her tightly so that the warmth of the woman he’d finally reclaimed couldn’t escape, he pressed his cheek against her slender shoulder and held her while breathing roughly. Soon, with arms veined thickly with muscle wrapped around her, he lifted her waist.

“…Ah.”

A soft swell of pleasure rose, and a moan slipped from Blair’s lips on its own. The sensation of him slowly pulling out again, then pushing back in while parting her wet flesh, was vividly clear. Edmund dropped a sweet kiss on her flushed cheek, and below, at an agonizingly slow pace, he spread her narrow inner walls and pressed steadily into her deepest place. The deeper his heavy member pushed in, the tighter her whole body drew. In the silence, the sound of their soaked membranes meeting continued.

But there was no trace of the man who had lost his reason and slammed into her during his father’s mourning.

Even though it had been a long time since they last shared a bed, barely even meeting each other’s eyes since their relationship grew distant, he was the same. He didn’t act hurried at all, and even as he buried his massive, fully swollen member inside her, he didn’t thrust roughly. Edmund looked as though he was controlling himself perfectly.

And so the pleasure building inside Blair felt as though it might spill over at any moment, yet it never quite did. Only the maddening sensation of being teased accumulated little by little. Her hands braced against his broad shoulders trembled. Now, the one growing desperate was Blair.

No. I hate this.

The way he gently stoked pleasure, then eased it back and controlled it, felt cruel. Blair didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to recall her hatred for him, nor forgiveness. Every time she faced those tangled contradictions, she ran into the self-reproach that gnawed at her.

…No. Just hurt me instead.

She wanted Edmund to drive her into a darkness so deep it was unfathomable. She wanted to thrash helplessly in pleasure until her vision flickered and her mind turned white. Just for this moment, she wanted him to tear into her without restraint and shatter her completely.

Yes, if he’d pound into her mercilessly until she lost her senses, it would almost feel easier. Pain was clear. At least then she would know exactly what she was feeling. So she wanted him to trample what little reason he had left, to crush even her last resistance inside her and break her apart.

Only then did it feel like the love floundering inside this contradiction wouldn’t be able to swallow her whole.

“Ah, ahh, Ed….”

The man who had been gripping her narrow waist and nape with both arms while thrusting upward lifted his head. His face was terrifyingly rational. Only the darkly sunken gaze and his slightly uneven breathing set him apart from usual.

“Harder….”

“….”

“Please, harder.”

Edmund paused for a moment and let out a breath. His eyes lingered on Blair’s face, then dropped downward. He looked at his own obscene length, gleaming with veins standing out thickly, then at the pussy clutching him tightly between her trembling thighs, before lifting his gaze sharply again. For a fleeting instant, it seemed like a smile crossed one corner of his mouth.

“Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to be apologizing?”

“…That’s why I’m telling you to do it properly.”

“You look like you’re feeling it plenty already.”

“I… I like it when it hurts.”

“….”

“So hurt me.”

Blair grabbed his neck and pressed her lips to his ear.

“I don’t want to think about anything. You know what I like. So hurt me. Break me.”

She whispered frantically, her voice mixed with heated breaths. The man pressed against her stiffened with a jolt. When she released his rigid neck, he lifted his head and stared at Blair. His ash gray eyes were vicious. In the fearfully sunken air, she didn’t avoid his blazing gaze. It felt as if he were a completely different man from the one she knew, and at the same time, as if this was his true self.

“…Hurry.”

The moment she grabbed his broad shoulders, which hadn’t budged at all, their lips crashed together. It was nothing like before, when they touched while leaving some measure of restraint. He bit down hard on Blair’s lower lip, pried it open, and shoved his tongue in recklessly. He greedily sucked in breath as their saliva tangled. It was impossible to tell whose saliva dripped down from beneath their lips. The man, who painfully squeezed the woman’s fully exposed breasts, rushed in roughly as if he could only breathe through their kiss. Then he suddenly pulled away.

While Blair panted, barely able to catch her breath even after such a brief kiss, Edmund threw off his perfectly unwrinkled suit jacket. Buttons rolled across the floor with the sound of threads snapping. Though he was a man who always maintained an impeccable appearance, he seemed oblivious to it now.

Edmund, now in a crisp white shirt, roughly rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Blair’s waist from behind as she sat at the table. With brute force, he easily flipped her fluttering body face-down and lifted her flowing skirt. Blair’s vision flipped in an instant, and she was left panting with her chest pressed against the hard table. Only the bloodshot eyes of Edmund and the bulging veins on his smooth brow remained burned into her vision like an afterimage.

Somewhere, the sound of fabric tearing rang out. With Edmund yanking her underwear down in a completely inconsiderate motion, it was no wonder something ripped. Blair flinched instinctively and reached one arm back to grab him.

“Ed….”

“Stay still.”

Edmund spat the words like a curse as he pinned her slender wrist, then grabbed the fallen hem of her dress and shoved it all the way up to her waist. The undergarment clinging to her lower body slid down her thighs and caught at her knees. Blair panted helplessly, her buttocks fully exposed.

“What, you’re the one who lit the fire, and now you want to run off on your own?”

The shadow of the man fell over her back like a slab of stone.

“Blair, you asked me to fuck you hard.”

He slid a hand between her thighs, lifting her buttocks even higher, then thrust himself deep inside her.

“You should appreciate the sincerity of someone trying to apologize properly.”

“Aah…!”

Then, gripping her pale buttocks with both hands, he began to slam into her as if pounding her down. His violently swollen length crushed the original shape of her entrance and shoved in roughly without care. Even when places that shouldn’t have been stretched were forced open and reddened, Blair had no room to think. Moans broke off and spilled from between her lips at the unprecedentedly brutal penetration.

“Haah, ah, it hurts, ah…!”

“You wanted this. You said you like it like this.”

“Hng, ngh….”

“Yeah? Answer me. Does it feel good, or does it hurt so much you want me to stop?”

The soft body kept slapping relentlessly against the man’s hard hip bones, the wet, smacking sounds never stopping. Blair squeezed her eyes shut, and her lower back trembled as he leaned his upper body over her once again.

“Answer me.”

His voice was chillingly low. Blair, floundering between pain and pleasure, barely managed to move her lips.

“Mmng, ah… it feels good… harder….”

“Harder?”

What followed was thrusting so fierce it was hard to believe. He drove into a place so deep that even she didn’t know it existed, yanking her golden brown hair as he did. Each time the blunt head crushed her delicate inner membrane, clear fluid poured freely from the hole already reduced to a mess. At some point, the fluid splashed and scattered everywhere, fouling not only the bodies slamming together but even the area around the table. There was no room left to care.

Blair was simply too willing. She wanted to stay forever in this moment where she was swept up and crushed by violent pleasure, unable to think of anything at all. In the midst of confusion where nothing made sense, the pain wrapping around her entire body was the one thing she could feel clearly.

“Ugh, ahh… ngh…!”

“Haah… Blair, Blair….”

As excited breaths and the violent sounds of wet flesh colliding mixed together, she cried and laughed all at once. Whenever he pulled her into a tight embrace, an emotion she couldn’t explain seized her. Could this feeling, where they had to claw at and devour each other just to reach pleasure, really be called love? Blair couldn’t find an answer and collapsed together with him.