Deceived, Yet Drawn to You - Chapter 99

Edmund, having completely let go of the reins of reason, didn’t hesitate or stop for even a moment. Even when Blair let out pained moans, he showed no mercy and slammed into her relentlessly.

From the moment she was pinned face-down on the table, it was hard to even call what they were doing coupling, even as an empty phrase. Grabbing a woman who couldn’t move and pushing into her one-sidedly was nothing short of an animal’s mating. And yet, her drenched inner flesh swelled taut, welcoming his greedy thrusts. It throbbed obscenely, gladly receiving the man who unleashed a fiercer heat than ever before.

“Mmng… hhk, Ed, ah, ahh!”

When the solidly built man drove all his strength deep into her most fragile depths, an unbelievable stimulation crashed down. Clutching her pale, rounded buttocks, even spreading the unfamiliar parts wide open, there was no room left for shame. A strangled moan leaked from between Blair’s lips, saliva spilling freely. As his unruly movements ravaged her pussy, her vision flickered on and off, white flashing through her mind. With her head reduced to a mess, she could no longer think of anything. Her entire body was under his control, and nothing of herself was within her grasp.

Edmund, who had been driving the struggling woman relentlessly toward the peak of ecstasy, urgently flipped her over onto her back. Blair, her wet breasts and pussy exposed amid her disheveled clothes, barely managed to look up at him. Her head was too muddled to clearly see what expression he wore.

I just want you to ruin me. I want you to release that vast, swollen bliss over the shattered remnants of me.

Edmund stretched out both hands, seized her waist in a rough grip, and charged toward the end like a stud horse. Under that brutal hold, the slender woman’s body dangled as if it were an object. Her fully bared breasts shook wildly up and down, and her feet, with nowhere to go, flailed uselessly in the air. The fact that he’d completely subdued and covered Blair must have given him an even hotter stimulation than ever.

Soon, as the sensation of release surged, Edmund grabbed the back of her neck and leaned his upper body down. He claimed even the lips gasping for breath and pulled her tightly into his arms. Below, his member, buried so deep inside her that no root showed at all, twitched faintly.

“Ah… ahh….”

The warmth scattering softly over her skin felt good. The way he wriggled in a place so secret and deep that even fingers couldn’t reach was unbearably wonderful. Blair closed her eyes as she gave everything she had to Edmund.

In the place where anxiety, doubt, and self-reproach once tangled, only a single sensation remained. Just as she wished.

***

By the time it was over, evening had fallen and the surroundings were dark.

When did I come in here? She thought it was still afternoon, bright enough that they didn’t need to turn on the lights.

Blair lay on the wide rectangular conference table and stared up at the ceiling, then looked at Edmund. He was wiping her down, her body smeared with cloudy fluid. To clean even beneath her soaked perineum, he lifted both her legs, raising them to a point that felt almost embarrassingly high.

…After doing all of that, feeling embarrassed now.

As her scattered reason returned, she finally realized where she was and the state she lay in, spread out in his workplace.

“Don’t move.”

The moment she twitched her legs even a little, he corrected her at once. Blair answered by wiggling her toes instead. Edmund, who was gently wiping even places she had never properly touched herself with a handkerchief, lifted his gaze briefly.

“Does it hurt? It’s swollen.”

“…No.”

“Then?”

“….”

“Because you’re embarrassed to have your asshole exposed?”

“…Why would you say something like that…!”

Edmund, chattering obscenely in an utterly calm voice, smiled and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee. It was where bright red handprints remained from his vicious grip during their coupling.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? Everything you have belongs to me now.”

As he said it, his eyes curved as if he were looking at something deeply beloved. It sounded like the sweetest confession. One she would have accepted without a single doubt, if she hadn’t known about the will.

After wiping away the fluids clinging to her body, Edmund picked up the underwear that had been tossed to one side of the table. The small garment made of thin lace and silk was now little more than torn rags.

“You won’t be able to wear this home.”

Blair pushed herself up on her elbows and flushed bright red. So that was it. She’d heard fabric tearing somewhere when he stripped her.

“It can’t be helped…. At least the dress is long.”

When she muttered that with her face burning, Edmund let out a short laugh.

“That’s exciting. My woman crossing the streets of Borsa at night without underwear.”

“…You pervert.”

“And you say that when I’m the one who tore them?”

“Seriously perverted.”

“And you like that about me.”

“….”

”I’ve been thinking, our tastes match perfectly. You like being stripped, and I like stripping you. It’ll be hard to find someone more compatible, so let’s stick together for life.”

“…We already are.”

She answered as if it were nothing, but her mind swirled with countless thoughts. His words were not entirely wrong. Blair felt a contradictory peace when he seized her, and Edmund could only feel at ease when he held her tight. It was like a symbiotic relationship. They only felt stable when they had each other.

If only this had sprung from sincere love.

With a faint smile, Edmund tidied Blair’s disheveled appearance enough, then held her and set her feet back on the floor. After that, he picked up his suit coat and slipped his arms into it.

Blair watched him prepare to leave, then hesitated and asked, “So we’re going back to Eldenvale now?”

Edmund didn’t answer right away and remained silent. He seemed to notice the faint concern in her question.

“We should.”

“…I see.”

“There’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while.”

As he fastened the buttons of his coat one by one, he lowered his gaze.

“If Eldenvale is uncomfortable for you, you can stay at the townhouse in Chails. Even if I’m only an acting duke, I’ve obtained the title, so we’ve half accomplished the goal of our contract.”

“…What do you mean?”

“It means there’s no need for you to stay in the unpleasant mansion with Isabelle and Rufus. You’ve fulfilled your role.”

Blair still didn’t understand and narrowed her eyes. She had fulfilled her role, so she should live alone in the capital? What does that mean?

That townhouse in Chails, the wealthiest and most beautiful residential district in Borsa, was Edmund’s most private space. Was this an offer born of pure consideration, meant to protect her there? Or was it….

“Then what about you? You said you’d only stay in Eldenvale until you officially inherit the ducal title.”

“On paper, I’m still no different from the heir, so I can’t leave the estate until I obtain the title. It may seem old-fashioned, but that’s the rule of our house.”

It meant that since he was still only the acting duke, there was no helping it. But the man who had thrown her into turmoil now slipped back into the role of a perfect duke as he put on his finest jacket over a shirt left wrinkled from pressing her. An unpleasant sense of déjà vu crept in. Whenever their intimacy ended, he always pulled himself together with razor-sharp reason, and only Blair was left behind, cooling alone amid the lingering heat.

“Would you really be fine with me living alone in the capital…?”

“I commute to the capital, so I can stop by the townhouse anytime. Once or twice a week, I could even stay overnight with a suitable excuse.”

At that, what came to Blair’s mind was the quiet nights of Chails. The stillness had been blissful when she was with him, but what would it be like alone? Would she end up spending sleepless nights, endlessly waiting just to hear his footsteps?

“To be honest.”

Edmund paused. His fingers, holding the neatly fastened jacket, lingered on the fabric a little longer. Blair lifted her gaze, which had been cast down aimlessly, and looked at him.

“Even so, I want you to stay by my side.”

“….”

“I know it’s selfish, but that’s how I feel.”