The woman’s face was pale again as she was breathing heavily. The traces of him that he had just formed created red scars. The Grand Duke, who followed the traces that were spreading with his eyes, curled up his lips.
He undid his buttons and threw off his shirt. He took off the pants that were draped around his waist and stood up on the bed with a perfect naked body. Anne’s eyes lifted with difficulty as she saw him standing with his member hanging upright.
After blinking her eyes for a moment, the Grand Duke was holding her by both ankles. Her eyes fluttered as her grasped leg was wide open, but he soon looked away from her.
“Why are you not even refusing today?”
The Grand Duke asked, grabbing and kneading the breasts that were still rising and falling with a non-trivial gaze.
With Anne’s legs spread apart, his gaze pierced the secret place that was spitting thick semen. The Grand Duke frowned at her pink flesh, swollen and fluttering from the cold. His terrifying member has been poking around, so her delicate flesh wouldn’t have the strength to endure.
She was hesitant to answer. The conflict continued to brew inside. The thin eyes were filled with tears. But the wet wall beyond was glaring at him. Like he was terrible.
A fire blew through the Grand Duke’s chest.
“Is this how you greet your returning husband, without listening to what he says?”
There was no way he would lose his life in subjugating monsters, but the general public thought differently. It was the fate of the northerners to risk their lives when anyone went on a campaign.
Whether Angroanne, who was born in the capital, knew it or not, at this moment he was angry. She was a woman who filled herself with thoughts that once she had children, she would leave this place immediately. She was a selfish woman who only thought of herself and had no affection for motherhood, nor anything else. She was so much the same as before that the anger he had been holding back was welling up again.
The Grand Duke, who grabbed Anne’s thighs, exerted such force that she was crushed to the surface of her bed. His twisted insides calmed, albeit just a little, as the woman squinted her eyes in pain.
“You are a lousy wife.”
“Haah!”
In an instant, Anne screamed at the sense of him rushing into her. As her body was immobilized by his thick pillar, the Grand Duke lowered his head. His beautiful appearance was cold, unable to take his eyes off her. Anne’s heart throbbed at the smell of the dried blood, as well as the cold energy.
“Huuhh . . . Hu-uh.”
The Grand Duke’s thing moved and pushed her inner wall wildly. Stuck in that thick thing of his, Anne twisted her pelvis relentlessly. Sensing her sticky walls, he too began to move.
As Anne’s hips lifted slightly in the Grand Duke’s hand, she felt a stronger grip on her. Perhaps trying to get her into position, the Grand Duke thrusted his pelvis. He manhandled her so that Anne’s wide-open legs rested on his shoulders. In line with the deep thrusting, the newly gushing liquid splattered. The wet inner walls clung to the genitals again.
“Your head is full of thoughts of having a baby and leaving this place. So what’s the matter? I am helping you now.”
The Grand Duke attacked her with his words. His voice was so venomous that it suited the situation wonderfully. Seeing that his red eyes darkened mercilessly, Anne turned away from him altogether. She didn’t want to see his face.
But as soon as she turned her gaze to the wrong place, in a flash the Grand Duke turned it back. Her clenched jaw hurt beyond words.
“Isn’t it your job to wring out my cum?”
“Why, why are you being so mean to me?”
Anne, who had been silent throughout the whole affair, asked with wet eyes. The Grand Duke, who had been uttering lowly words, hardened his expression. At the same time, his movement stops.
In the instant silence, the Grand Duke spoke slowly.
“Because you’re an untrustworthy human being.”
“Don’t be angry like that, explain in detail. What are you talking about?”
“I am angry? Wrong. You are not worth being angry about.”
That meant that she was nothing to him and that she was less than a mere subordinate. Even though she knew it, it was a bitter reality.
The Grand Duke pulled out his flesh without any regrets and stood up. The solid pillar that had not finished was drenched with her excitement.
“Starting today, move into my bedroom. You can stay where you want during the day, but come to my room at night.”
The Grand Duke gave brief instructions. He told her to share the same bedroom, not having each own room, as if he had decided to keep her close to his eyes.
The Grand Duke, who got out of bed, turned his back. He turned away and she could no longer see his face on the broad back.
Why . . . What did I do?
Anne questioned it, but no one answered her.
And that night as well, Anne continued to moan hotly under the Grand Duke, shedding tears all the while. It would be pointless to recall how many times she had been held by him when she fell asleep.