“Ah!”
A sharp, brief cry escaped as the throbbing weapon pierced her delicate form. Without giving her a chance to breathe, the engorged penis mercilessly scraped against her vagina, withdrawing only to forcefully thrust back in with a sudden impact.
“Haa… ah… ahh!”
Shailo arched her back at the impact that reached her uterus. Her waist twisted with tingling sensations as her vision spun. The pressure felt like it was stirring up all her insides.
The man looking down at Shailo, who could only release passionate cries with her mouth agape, suddenly pinched her erect nipple.
Shailo threw her head back completely, overwhelmed.
“Ahhh!”
“Look at me, Sasha. See who has you now.”
“……”
“Watch clearly who’s entering you.”
The man whispered as he looked down at her lower abdomen, which bulged with each thrust. Even during the rough movements, his penis was growing larger inside her. Terrified, Shailo dug her nails into his shoulders.
“Your… Your Highness… stop.”
“Say my name.”
“Caleb…”
Though she meant it as a plea to stop, it seemed to excite him more, as the hands gripping her hips lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove in deeper. He firmly restrained her attempting-to-escape body, gripped her raised hips so hard they might burst, and penetrated to the very base.
“Ah… please stop… ahh, mmh!”
Each time his penis penetrated deeply to her core, he roughly sucked her nipples. Tears and mucus streaming down her face, Shailo clawed his broad back until it bled. Her toes pointed toward the ceiling each time the tip grazed her sensitive spot.
Even the air touching her skin became a stimulus, as if her brain was pickled in pleasure. Her entire body had become an erogenous zone. There was no going back now.
Because of this hateful man.
“Hnn… ahh… aah!”
The sounds of flesh colliding and wet noises, along with rough breathing, echoed throughout the spacious room.
Soon reaching her peak, Shailo went limp.
As always, their coupling didn’t end with just one round. The last thing Shailo remembered was being taken while bent over the sofa.
When she opened her eyes again, it was midnight. As her vision adjusted to the darkness, she saw a familiar bare back. The man, putting on his dress shirt, turned around.
“Sasha.”
“……”
“You’re awake.”
Shailo used her remaining strength to twist her lips into a smile. She knew his mockery would only deepen if she showed her misery.
“You can stay and sleep tonight.”
Anger welled up at his words of supposed mercy. Shailo maintained her smile with difficulty while gripping the blanket.
“Don’t misunderstand. You’re just my tool. You surely know that.”
“Thankfully. I believe you’ll discard me once I’ve served my purpose.”
“Needless worry. When I need a wife and children, I’ll find a woman of noble blood. Not a fake like you.”
Shailo knew her purpose. She had never once forgotten how this man, Caleb, viewed her.
While her entire body ached as if beaten, unable to move even a finger, the man before her irritatingly appeared completely fine, except for the red scratches on his back.
In the ensuing silence, Caleb, now fully dressed, turned around.
“You’ve learned quite a bit. Shailo, you’re ready to begin the operation now.”
“Thanks to your teaching. You must have had plenty of practice in brothels.”
It was a cheap provocation. Caleb laughed throatily.
“‘Practice?’ Where did you learn such words?”
“Just as Your Highness spews harsh words when angry, I pick up things here and there.”
“Indeed, you’re a quick learner, Lady Shailo.”
Though she had thrown those words with gritted teeth, unfortunately, they didn’t even tickle him.
“Moreover, you’re tighter than any courtesan I’ve known. An excellent talent, Lady Shailo.”
“Thank you.”
Shailo smiled through clenched teeth, barely managing to pull the blanket up to her shoulders from her waist.
“I’ll be sure to tell Lord Albert tomorrow. That thanks to my kind brother’s help, I’ve become better at serving Your Highness.”
As Shailo turned away, overcome with fatigue, Caleb’s hands, which had been fixing his tie, froze.
He approached silently, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her to face the ceiling.
“What are you—!”
As she tried to resist the rough treatment, Shailo drew in a sharp breath. In the darkness, his piercing eyes glared at her like those of a beast.
“I told you to seduce him, not sell your body.”
“……”
“Just try spreading your legs for that bastard without my permission. The moment I hear about it, you’ll regret it.”
Caleb demanded an answer while baring his teeth in warning. When she reluctantly nodded while averting her gaze, his hand deceptively gently caressed her earlobe, behind her ear, and down her nape. The strange sensation touched her skin like smoke, making Shailo feel like she was suffocating.
“Sasha.”
When she finally raised her head, she met his blue-green eyes staring down at her without blinking.
A few strands of his disheveled platinum blonde hair stuck to his forehead. It was different from his usual impeccably styled appearance.
“You must be exhausted.”
As if he hadn’t just been rough with her moments ago, Caleb gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand before standing up.
“I pushed you too hard yesterday, so rest well today.”
As his footsteps retreated, an ominous feeling crept into Shailo. She hurriedly called out to him as he was about to open the door.
“The deal!”
“……”
“Keep the deal as promised. You said you’d let me go once we’ve given and taken equally.”
“Of course.”
Caleb was about to respond with a sneer but suddenly closed his mouth that he had slowly opened.
“Duke West?”
Strangely, his lips, which were going to say he’d discard her even if she didn’t like it, wouldn’t move.
“Answer me.”
As her desperate voice demanded, Caleb left the bedroom. Walking down the corridor as if fleeing, he recalled her voice that wouldn’t fade from his mind.
“I’ll seize any opportunity before me and desperately fight for my happiness.”
Her eyes, sparkling with will to live, flickered in his mind. Simultaneously, the face of a girl he had long forgotten almost surfaced in his memory.
Ignoring his heart’s irregular beating, Caleb quickly walked out of the maze-like corridor.
*** *** *** *** ***
He should have noticed then. Something had definitely felt off.
Caleb regretted it. Though he had bedded her many times before and after, that night remained unforgettable.
When he closed his eyes, it kept coming back to him.
The white, exhausted female form. The disheveled hair and moist blue eyes. The whimpering moans and hands that had clung to his back.
Shailo, that woman, had disappeared.
More precisely, the damned woman had played him for a fool and vanished. Without leaving a trace.
“Find her immediately! No matter what!”
The study, usually perfectly organized, was in chaos. Decorative pottery and frames lay broken like fallen soldiers, and the wall tapestry had been violently torn to rags.
“Your… Your Highness.”
The butler fearfully surveyed the scattered fragments. He had never seen the Duke like this in his life, bloodshot eyes and breathing heavily.
“What will you do if we find her?”
At this careful question, Caleb irritably brushed back the hair stuck to his forehead.
“I’ll crush her ankles and gouge out her eyes.”
Caleb darkly muttered as he crumpled the cute little gift she had left behind.
“So this impudent Nereid will never dare leave her master again.”
The next moment, the letter, now trash, was thrown into the fireplace where it burst into flames.
To His Highness Caleb Alexander Lancaster, the noble Duke of West and Crown Prince of the Great Lancaster Empire.
By the time you’re reading this tedious greeting, I will have already left the country aboard a smuggling vessel.
You’ve probably already shattered your expensive pottery and vases, unable to control that rabid dog-like temper of yours upon discovering my absence.
After all, your docile, obedient, and ‘loving’ pet has disappeared.
But strictly speaking, our deal is complete, so I believe we owe each other nothing. Since there’s nothing left to exchange, it’s best to end things cleanly.
Let’s drop the pretense and get to the point.
Ah, you can’t imagine how difficult these years have been to endure.
It was such a chore to cater to your perfectionist whims, force myself to be excited by your clumsy touches, and fake those moans.
Honestly, I should receive additional compensation. Perhaps two islands? But since I’m more modest and detached than I appear, I’ll let that go.
My final words to you are that I sincerely hope you become miserable.
Die, Caleb.
I hope that proud, arrogant nose of yours gets thoroughly broken. Become the most miserable person in the world and crawl at the bottom of hell. That’s where you belong best. You demon. You lecherous beast. You son of a bitch who deserves to suffer eternally in hell’s fire pit.
I’d love to fill ten more pages with the vulgar curses you so admired, but unfortunately, I’m running out of space.
Well then, farewell.
With loyalty and affection from your pet dog and faithful servant, Shailo.
Caleb stared at the burning letter with manic eyes as it turned to ash.
Very well. I’ll find you. No matter where you are, I’ll find you. Whether in heaven or hell, I’ll find you and carve into your body once again who your master is.
The butler lowered his head to avoid eye contact, trembling at the sight. Those usually calm blue-green eyes now gleamed like those of a beast.
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