Night of the Abandoned Duchess - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Rosalind lay still in bed like a dead person.

When she came home yesterday, she skipped her meal and just covered herself with a blanket, and breathed blankly. In between, the maids and servants seemed to stop by and talked about this and that, though none of them caught her ears properly.

She couldn’t clearly remember the faces of the maids who were facing her. The only thing that caught her eye was the long lace hem hanging over the bed.

Even then, Rosalind couldn’t sleep, so she traced the patterns embroidered on the lace with her eyes and ended up falling asleep. It was only after the sun rose in the morning that she could fall into a light sleep.

And, after such a long and terrible time, the sound of the door opening with a click was finally heard.

It was her husband who entered the room.

She gave him a glance without saying a word.

If she were the usual Rosalind she would never have been like that. Because originally, she used to greet him like a puppy, rejoicing to see her master return by waving her tail a lot. She picked out the prettiest clothes and even added one accessory.

‘What did you do today? I did flower arrangement today. Shall I show you?’

Whether she heard his answer or not, Rosalind poured out babbles and words, while Kyle didn’t care about her.

She wanted to look good to him whenever she met her husband, but Rosalind also wanted to see her husband as soon as possible.

She loved him just as much.

“…You are late.”

“I went to the Imperial Palace to do some work.”

He, who was late for staying out for a night out to spend the night with another woman and pretended to do some work, was just ridiculous.

Ha, did he do the work with Olivia?

Yesterday Olivia didn’t come home either. At least Olivia should have returned to the castle if he was right…

Rosalind felt her eyes clouding over, but she clenched her teeth and endured it.

“Ah. I see.”

Answering casually, she turned her back.

He took off his thin coat and threw it on the floor, and he climbed onto the bed. The heavy bed swayed a little as the tall man came up.

In an instant, Kyle swung Rosalind’s body toward his. He began to unbutton her pajamas without saying a word as if he was familiar with the woman’s body that had come helplessly. When her white, full breasts were more than half exposed, she took his hand as if to tell him to stop.

The small, slender hands were only half the size of his large ones.

“…Why?”

The questioning voice asking her husband was half out of spirit.

She didn’t understand. He must have been with Olivia yesterday, so why…?

Suddenly, her father’s actions overlapped.

The father played with the prostitute and entered her mother’s room the next day as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t like he had two hearts… No. The number of women his father embraced could not be counted.

Before, she thought it was because of her father’s promiscuity, although maybe Kyle was no different from her father.

Someone who wasn’t like her father was her ideal, and she thought he was that kind of person. But now, he seemed to be similar to her father. Yesterday with Olivia, today with her.

As Rosalind thought about it, she went limp.

Meanwhile, digging through a gap in her weakness, Kyle touched her chest again.

“You must be tired from work at the Imperial Palace.”

“It’s not the wife’s business.”

The man’s large hand gripped her breast, and a faint moan escaped her mouth.

Beast.

A beastly human.

“Your nipples are tight.”

It was just a reflex reaction that occurred because of the stimulus. She tried to open her mouth calmly.

“You must be tired.”

It was a subtle refusal. He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the woman in front of him as if he was measuring.

“Why do you keep asking that? Are you tired?”

“It’s not like that…”

“Otherwise, just take it.”

In his commanding voice, she said nothing. She didn’t even want to say it. Why did he go there with Olivia? Even if he said no, even if he admitted that he was right, there was no answer.

Because in this country, a noble woman who cannot have children had no value.

Rosalind slowly closed her eyes. She just lay there like she was a doll.

Kyle stubbornly patted the woman’s body as she lay there. He moved his hand unilaterally as if his wife’s intentions were not important, though he continued to examine her face with his eyes tenaciously.

This time, instead of asking with his mouth, he tickled with the tip of his tongue. The soft, yet cunning flesh was whirling and rubbing her n*pples, which had already risen with the stimulation.

Rosalind didn’t say anything as she just endured the pain and pleasure.

“Like it?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her head away.

However, Kyle didn’t seem to mind, but this time, he started stroking between her legs. It slipped through the complicated, layered dresses so quickly. In the man’s large, firm hands, the dress was as light as a dragonfly’s wing, revealing her luscious flesh so easily.

His hand, which had dug in without hesitation, casually patted the undergarment between his legs.

He could feel the dark water seep through the thin underwear. Kyle grinned. He skillfully pulls down her underwear and casually presses her cl*toris.

Just by pressing gently, her waist twisted back and forth.

He lowered his hand a little lower and started rubbing the soft gap up and down. It wasn’t a rough insertion, or a quick caress, although he just touched his hand and rubbed it, and the seminal fluid flowed out.

He widened the closed gap a little deeper and rubbed it to get plenty of fluid on his fingertips. Then, Kyle slowly brought his hand to his lips and licked it slightly.

“It’s delicious. It tastes racy.”

As he said those words, he looked closely at her expression. Ordinary Rosalind would shake her head and blush her face as if she couldn’t stand it when he craved her. She groaned, and as she begged, she would eventually get wet more and more. She couldn’t do anything to his will.

However, Rosalind’s expression was a little different from usual. Her demeanor was calm, and he could only read a bit of shame.

Kyle glanced at her and put his hand under her again. Soaked in the love liquid, he started rubbing it against her clitoris. The already inflated cl*toris was drenched and gleamed even more obscenely.

“Huhk—”

The sound leaked out of Rosalind’s mouth, and he chuckled as if he was waiting.

“I thought it would only taste racy, but you also make racy sounds.”

She swallowed her moan inside. For her, it was only an instinctive sound because of the stimulation, but he gave her a stronger stimulus, and she was about to spit out her moan.

Rosalind gripped the white sheet tightly so that the bones on the back of her slender hand stood out.

“Can I put it in?”

He looked at Rosalind and asked deliberately.

“Huh?”

He tried to ask, but Rosalind didn’t answer. Seeing that, Kyle frowned as if annoyed. Usually, she would say something around this point or eventually let out a sneaky moan. But, why today?

“Tell me if you don’t want to.”

He changed the question this time.

Without taking any action, she was silently accepting the man’s mischievous touch.

“Why are you so quiet today?”

Today she struggled to hold back her moans, and she just lay still. Then, with a rather crooked face, Kyle shoved his erect manhood into her. Typically, he might have put it in a little more gently, though today, he didn’t like Rosalind’s attitude.

“Ahk…!”

“That’s a little better.”

As she moaned, it was only then that he smiled as if he liked it. He pulled it out and put it back in at once.

Ah—!

Moans erupted in succession, and he chuckled and took one of his hands to the clitoris.

“It’s so swollen here. Huh?”

It was a strangely twisted tone as if he was getting so excited and pretending not to.

Puck, puck. A blunt sound echoed inside her, and she gasped under it.

Rosalind gripped the sheet even harder, crying tears of unknown pleasure or pain. As she tried to sneak up as if to run away, he grabbed her p*lvis and shoved her back down.

Hahk!

Every time that happened, a strange sound came out of her mouth. He inserted for a while, and as the pleasure pushed her from below, he squeezed her voluptuous breasts with his hands.

As time went on, her voice continued to get louder, and he voluntarily sucked on the woman’s tiny lips as she moaned.

In a beastly gesture, beneath him, Rosalind swallowed the rushing lust without even the energy to push him away. She couldn’t swallow so much, and around the time he packed his seeds deep inside her.

“…Tired?”

After the affair, Kyle asked her, who was barely breathing. Although he had already noticed her exhausted look, he seemed to want to hold her once more.

With that thought, he started touching Rosalind again. The long, straight fingers opened her mouth mischievously, swiping the red, soft tongue inside the moist mouth as if it belonged to him.

A clear voice rang in her ear.

“Suck it.”

Without doing anything, she was just numbly biting his finger. Then, he frowned as if he didn’t like her.

“There is no response. Not fun.”

Not fun.

He often said that when he was being mischievous in bed. Normally, she would have just passed on the usual words in bed, but now it was different.

‘…It’s not fun?’

The heat rose in an instant, and a peal of laughter broke out.

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