Deceived 98

Chapter 98

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⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁣⁣⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣ ⁣⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁣⁠⁠⁣⁣⁣⁣⁠⁣⁣⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁠⁠⁠⁠⁣⁠⁣⁠Just Edmund, who had pushed himself to the very limit, simply held Blair in his arms. As if savoring the sensation of their bodies perfectly joined, as if clinging tightly to keep the woman’s body heat—which he had finally reclaimed—from slipping away, he held her close, his cheek resting on her slender shoulder, breathing heavily. Soon, he wrapped his veiny arms around her and thrust his hips upward.

“…Ah.”

A moan escaped Blair’s lips involuntarily as a wave of pleasure surged through her. He withdrew slowly, then thrust back in, the sensation of his body parting her wet flesh felt distinctly clear. Edmund planted a sweet kiss on her flushed cheek, while below, he slowly, deliberately stretched her narrow walls and gently brushed against her deepest depths. 

The more his heavy member penetrated, the tighter her entire body clenched. In the silence, the sound of their drenched flesh grinding together echoed.

Yet there was no trace of the man who had lost his mind and rammed into her during his father’s mourning period.

This was despite the fact that they had barely made eye contact since their relationship had grown distant, and this was their first time being intimate in a long time. He did not act in the slightest bit urgently, and even when he thrust his massive, fully engorged member all the way in, he did not penetrate her roughly. Edmund seemed to be in complete control of himself.

And so, the pleasure surging through Blair rippled as if it might overflow at any moment, yet it never did. Only the sensation of being tantalizingly teased built up layer by layer. Her hands, resting on his broad shoulders, trembled uncontrollably. Now it was Blair who was growing impatient.

I hate this.

His movements—secretly kindling her pleasure only to dampen it—felt cruel. Blair didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to think about her hatred for him, nor her forgiveness. Because every time she faced those tangled contradictions, she was confronted with the self-reproach that gnawed at her.

…I hate this. Just make me hurt, instead.

She wished Edmund would thrust her into the distant darkness. She wanted to thrash about helplessly in the pleasure that made her vision flicker and her mind go blank. At this very moment, she wanted him to tear her apart recklessly and shatter her into pieces.

Yes, if he pounded into her so mercilessly that her mind went blank, it would almost be a relief. Because the pain was clear. At least then, she’d know exactly what she was feeling. So she wanted him to completely trample the remnants of her sanity, to crush and destroy even the last shred of resistance within her.

Only then would the love struggling within this contradiction fail to swallow her whole.

“Ah, ah, Ed….”

He lifted his hips while clutching her slender waist and the nape of her neck with both arms, then raised his head. His face was frighteningly rational. The only things different from usual were his dark, subdued gaze and his slightly ragged breathing.

“Harder….”

“…….”

“Do it a little harder.”

Edmund paused his movements for a moment and let out a groan. His gaze, which had been fixed intently on Blair’s eyes, dropped downward. He looked down at his own monstrous member, gleaming with bulging blue veins, and at the slit that held him tightly between her trembling thighs, then raised his eyes sharply again. A fleeting smile seemed to flit across one corner of his mouth.

“Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to apologize?”

“…So do it properly.”

“It seems like you’re feeling it enough already.”

“I… I like it when it hurts.”

“…….”

“Make it hurt.”

Blair grabbed his neck and pressed her lips to his ear.

“I don’t want to think about anything. You know what I like. So hurt me, break me.”

She whispered frantically, her voice mingled with ragged breaths. The man pressed against her stiffened. When she released his rigid neck, he lifted his head and stared at Blair. His ash-gray eyes were fiercely intense. In the terrifyingly heavy silence, she did not avert her gaze from his burning eyes. It felt as though he were a completely different man from the one she knew, yet at the same time, it felt as though this was his true self.

“…Hurry….”

The moment she grabbed his broad, unyielding shoulders, their lips collided. It was completely different from just a moment ago, when they had touched with a slight gap between them. He bit down hard on Blair’s lower lip, prying it open, and thrust his tongue inside recklessly. Their saliva mingled as he greedily sucked in her breath. She couldn’t even tell whose saliva was trickling down beneath their lips. The man, who had painfully clenched her exposed breasts, pressed against her roughly, as if he could breathe only through the kiss. Then he suddenly pulled away.

While Blair gasped for breath, even after that brief kiss, Edmund tossed aside his immaculate suit jacket. With the sound of threads snapping, a button rolled across the floor. He was a man who had always maintained a flawless, impeccable appearance, but now it seemed even he hadn’t noticed.

Now clad in a crisp white shirt, Edmund roughly rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Blair by the small of her back as she sat at the table. With his powerful grip, he easily pinned her fluttering body face-down and lifted the hem of her flowing skirt. With her world turned upside down in an instant, Blair lay with her chest pressed against the hard tabletop, gasping for breath. Only the afterimage of Edmund’s bloodshot eyes and the vein throbbing on his straight forehead remained.

The sound of fabric tearing came from somewhere. With his utterly thoughtless movements, Edmund was pulling down her undergarments, so it was no surprise that something had ripped. Blair flinched instinctively and wrapped one arm around him.

“Ed…”

“Stay still.”

Edmund spat the words out as if they were curses, pinned her slender wrist, grabbed the hem of her dress—which had already fallen to the floor—and yanked it up to her waist. The underwear covering her lower body slid down her thighs and caught at her knees. Blair gasped, her buttocks fully exposed.

“What, you set this fire all on your own and now you’re trying to run off alone?”

The shadow of the man as heavy as a boulder fell across her back.

“Blair, you asked me to fuck you hard.”

Sliding his hand under her lower abdomen to lift her buttocks higher, he thrust his cock deep inside her.

“You should at least acknowledge the heart of someone trying to apologize properly.”

“Ahh…!”

Then, spreading her pale buttocks with both hands, he began thrusting down hard. His savagely swollen penis distorted the hole’s natural shape as it raked inside haphazardly. Even as the surrounding flesh turned bright red, Blair had no time to come to her senses. The unprecedented, brutal penetration caused moans to spill out in broken gasps from between her lips.

“Haa, ah, uhh, it hurts, ah…!”

“You wanted this. You said you liked it like this.”

“Hmph, hmm….”

“Huh? Answer me. Does it feel good, or does it hurt so much you want me to stop?”

The sound of her soft body slapping against his hard hips, with no respite, never ceased. He leaned his upper body over Blair once more as she lay there with her eyes tightly shut, her back trembling.

“Answer me.”

It was a voice so low it sent shivers down her spine. Blair, struggling between pain and ecstasy, barely managed to part her lips.

“Ugh, ah… Yes… Harder…”

“Harder?”

An unbelievably fierce thrusting followed. He grabbed her golden-brown hair as he repeatedly pierced a place so deep she didn’t even know existed, even as the owner of the body. Every time the thick head of his cock crushed against her delicate flesh, clear fluid trickled from the thoroughly ravaged opening. At some point, the fluid began to splash and scatter in all directions, soiling not only their rapidly thrusting members but also the area around the table. But she had no time to worry about it.

Blair was simply overjoyed. Swept up and crushed by this violent carnal pleasure, she wanted to remain forever in this moment where she could think of nothing else. Amidst the confusion of not being able to grasp a single thing, the pain enveloping her entire body was the only thing she could feel with certainty.

“Ugh, ahh… Ugh…!”

“Haa… Blair, Blair….”

As his excited breathing mingled with the sound of wet flesh slamming together, she cried and laughed. Whenever he held her tightly, she was overcome by an indescribable emotion. Could this feeling—where they had to claw and devour each other just to reach ecstasy—truly be called love? Unable to find an answer, Blair collapsed alongside him.