Chapter 57: CH 28.2

Anne’s lips opened wide. In this situation, he was thinking of doing her in the office, not the bedroom. He was still a shameless beast.

“I came for . . . heuh . . .”

As she was about to refute, her body leaned forward. Grand Duke wrapped her hair in his hand and pulled her towards him. Her shoes, which dropped to the floor as Anne fell on her face awkwardly and almost laid on the desk.

“Let go . . . I don’t care anymore.”

“Who in your family do you resemble to be so picky? Count Libelois didn’t look very smart. No, he was stupid.”

Her father was a fool trying to make his dream come true, but Anne did not bother to agree even if it was right. To say that she resembled the Count was a harsh insult, even to her.

Anne held herself in place with her knees draped over the desk. Anne closed her eyes tightly as she suddenly remembered the beating that had fallen upon her thighs while she was in a kneeling position. The face of her mother, who had been beating her only in the places easily covered by clothing, kept glimmering over and over.

At that moment, when she realized the reality, she suddenly lifted her head.

“Damond?”

Clearly, the Grand Duke was out of her vision until now. Anne looked around anxiously, as she clasped her palms together. With a pat on her back from behind, her face flattened on the desk.

The pale blonde hair that fell like a waterfall added yellow color to the dry desk. While Anne, in embarrassment, brushed away the flowing hair that covered her eyes, the Grand Duke relentlessly lifted her voluminous skirt.

“No, I . . . really . . . don’t want to.”

She stretched out her arm behind her to stop him, but the Grand Duke’s hand came back to the back of her head.

Anne gathered her strength and lifted her head. However, her head, which had been rising gradually, fell down as she caught the sight in front of her.

“Huuh . . .”

Anne’s heart pounded as she stared at the floor littered with wads of paper. This man was really preparing to do her right there.

He took both of her wrists in one hand and laid them on her waist, causing her to hold the pose of a sinner pleading guilty at his work table. When the cool air touched her lower body with only her butt protruding, goosebumps crept up.

“Haah.”

Anne groaned in surprise at the touch stroking her hips. Her secret place trembling beneath her coveted butt, fluttered as if seducing him. The heat in the Grand Duke’s eyes grew with the blood rushing the desire to do it quickly.

The Grand Duke, clutching her luscious white butt, spoke lowly.

“You said you were sick, but it looks fine here. Were you pretending?”

“I . . . I really don’t want to.”

Anne shook her head violently as she felt the thick fingers carelessly groping her insides.

“It doesn’t matter what the wife thinks. The point is that I want to.”

She held her breath as she felt her hips widen. Blood rushed to her head as she was stretched into that uncomfortable posture.

Anne, who felt her already flushed face turn redder, cleared her voice.

“I’m . . . I’m not feeling well yet. There won’t be any children.”

“Isn’t that something you have to try to know?”

The Grand Duke, who seemed that he would not bleed even if he were stabbed, touched her skin and shoved his cold fingers between thin crevices.

“Ha— uh . . .”

Anne trembled at the rough touch and bit her lip.

“Why is it so hot?”

The Grand Duke, who stirred between her open folds, swept away the liquid from inside. When he rubbed the gooey liquid on his thumb and index finger, it was noticeably hotter than usual.

“I told you. I’m really . . . I’m really not feeling well.”

He leaned over her and put his lips to her ear. Then he sucked at the soft flesh of her earlobe and swept it up with his tongue, whispering.

“It was a good try, but I’m done letting it slide like on the balcony that day. Angroanne.”

With those words, the Grand Duke again reached underneath her as if he didn’t really care. He opened her slightly wet folds and mercilessly inserted his middle finger into the narrow hole, and forced the wriggling inner walls to widen.

“Hu— uh . . .”

Maybe it was because she wasn’t feeling well, so it was harder than usual for his rough fingers to enter. Her tight inner walls couldn’t accept him at all, and struggled with every joint that came in.

It would have been better if she was wetter and the pain was less, but that wasn’t the case. The pubic area, which had spilled liquid on his fingertips for a short time, was now swelling red with heat from the foreign body that was disturbing her flesh profusely.