Chapter 99
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Having completely let go of the reins of reason, Edmund did not hesitate or stop for even a single moment. Even as Blair let out a pained moan, he showed her no mercy and thrust into her with terrifying force.
From the moment she was pinned face-down on the table, it was difficult to even call it “making love,” even in the loosest sense. The act of gripping the woman, who couldn’t move a muscle, and forcing himself upon her was nothing short of bestial copulation. Yet her thoroughly drenched flesh swelled tautly, as if welcoming his greedy thrusts. She gladly accepted the man, who was pulsing with lust and unleashing a wild, unprecedented passion.
“Ugh… Hah, Ed, ah, ahh!”
As the muscular man thrust with all his might, driving deep into her most vulnerable depths, an unbelievable wave of pleasure crashed over her. Gripping her round, pale buttocks and spreading her intimate parts wide open, she had no time to feel ashamed. A choking moan escaped through Blair’s lips, from which saliva dripped steadily.
Her vision flickered in and out of focus in sync with the brutal thrusts ramming her core, and a white haze exploded in her mind. Her mind was in such disarray that she could no longer think of anything. Her entire body was being dominated; she had no control over anything.
Edmund, who had relentlessly driven the struggling woman to the peak of ecstasy, hurriedly turned her body and laid her down. Blair, her breasts and pussy exposed through her disheveled clothing, barely managed to look up at him. Her mind was in such a jumble that she couldn’t quite make out the expression on his face.
She just wanted him to destroy her. She wanted him to unleash his immense ecstasy upon the shattered remnants of her being.
Edmund reached out, holding her waist with a powerful grip, and charged toward the finish line like a stallion. In the face of his brutal strength, the frail woman’s body dangled like a piece of luggage. Her fully exposed breasts jostled wildly up and down, and her feet, having lost their footing, dangled ceaselessly in midair. The fact that he had completely subdued and overwhelmed Blair undoubtedly gave him a hotter thrill than ever before.
Soon, as the urge to climax surged, Edmund grabbed the nape of her neck and tilted her upper body. He claimed even her lips, which were exhaling ragged breaths, and held her slender body tightly. Below, his penis, buried so deep inside her that not even the base was visible, was twitching.
“Ah… Ahh….”
The lukewarm spray of his body heat felt good. She loved the way he thrust deep into the most secret, hidden places—so deep her fingers couldn’t even reach—and writhed inside her. Blair closed her eyes, giving everything she had to Edmund.
Where anxiety, doubt, and self-reproach had once tangled, only a single sensation remained. It was exactly as she had wanted.
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By the time they were finished, it was a dark evening outside.
When had she come in here? It seemed like it had been an afternoon when the light streamed in so brightly that there was no need to turn on the lights inside.
Lying on that spacious rectangular conference table, Blair looked up at the ceiling, then gazed at Edmund. He was wiping her down, her body smeared with a milky fluid. To clean her all the way down to her thoroughly soaked perineum, he grabbed her legs and lifted them high enough to be somewhat embarrassing.
…After going through all that, to feel embarrassed now. As her scattered wits returned, she finally realized where she was and what a state she was in, lying in his workspace.
“Don’t move.”
The moment she twitched her legs slightly, she was immediately reprimanded. Blair responded by wiggling her toes. Edmund, who had been gently wiping down areas she had never even touched herself with a handkerchief, glanced up.
“Does it hurt? It is swollen, though.”
“…No.”
“Then.”
“……”
“Is it because you’re embarrassed that I can see your private parts?”
“…Why would you say something like that…!”
Edmund, speaking crudely in an utterly calm voice, smiled and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee. It was the spot where a bright red handprint remained from the brutal grip that had clamped down on her during their lovemaking.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? Everything you have is mine now, after all.”
The man’s eyes curved as if he were looking at someone utterly adorable. It was a confession that sounded incredibly sweet. A confession she would have accepted without a shred of doubt had she not known his last words.
Edmund wiped the bodily fluids from her body and picked up the underwear that had been tossed aside on the table. The tiny undergarment, made of thin lace and silk, was now nothing more than a torn rag.
“I can’t possibly wear this.”
Blair braced her elbows to sit up, her face flushing bright red. So that was it. No wonder she heard the sound of fabric tearing somewhere when he was undressing her.
“I guess there’s nothing I can do… It’s a good thing the dress is long.”
As she muttered, her face flushed, Edmund burst out laughing.
“It’s exciting. My woman, crossing the streets of Borsa at night without even wearing underwear.”
“… “You’re so lewd.”
“And you’re saying that’s because I ripped your underwear?”
“You really are lewd.”
“You like me that way, don’t you?”
“…….”
“I’ve been thinking—our tastes really do match. You like being undressed, and I like undressing you. It’d be hard to find anyone who suits us better than this, so let’s stick together for life. ”
“…We’re already… doing that.”
Though she retorted nonchalantly with her words, all sorts of thoughts were racing through her mind. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Blair felt a contradictory sense of peace when he held her, and Edmund felt at ease only when he had a firm grip on her. It was like a symbiotic relationship. One where they felt secure only when they were together.
If only this had sprung from genuine love, it would be perfect.
Edmund chuckled softly, tidied up Blair’s disheveled appearance just enough, then lifted her and set her feet firmly on the ground. He picked up his overcoat and slipped his arms into the sleeves. Blair watched him get ready to leave, then hesitated before speaking.
“Are you going back to Eldenvale now?”
Edmund didn’t answer right away; he remained silent. He seemed to have sensed the faint concern underlying her question.
“I suppose so.”
“…I see.”
“Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say for a while.”
He lowered his gaze as he buttoned his coat one by one.
“If Eldenvale isn’t comfortable for you, you’re welcome to stay at the townhouse in Chiles. Even though I’m acting as a regent, I’ve secured the dukedom, so we’ve effectively fulfilled half the goal of our agreement.”
“…What do you mean?”
“I mean there’s no need for you to stay at that uncomfortable mansion with Isabelle and Rufus. You’ve fulfilled your role.”
Blair still didn’t understand and narrowed her eyes. Since she’d fulfilled her role, was he telling her to live alone in the capital? What did this mean?
That townhouse in Chiles, the wealthiest and most beautiful neighborhood in Borsa, was Edmund’s most private space. Was this a proposal made out of pure consideration to protect her there? Or was it…
“What about you? You said you only had to stay in Eldenvale until you inherited the dukedom.”
“Legally, I’m still the heir, so I can’t leave the mansion until I receive the title. It may seem old-fashioned, but those are the rules of our family.”
He meant there was nothing he could do since he was still acting as regent. But the man, who had been wearing a top-quality jacket over a wrinkled shirt while cornering her, had returned to being the perfect duke once again. She felt an unpleasant sense of déjà vu. Whenever their relationship ended, he would rein himself in with razor-sharp logic, leaving only Blair to cool down alone amidst the lingering heat.
“If I stay in the capital by myself… will that be okay with you?”
“Since I commute to the capital, I can drop by the townhouse whenever I like. I could even stay for a day or two a week under some plausible pretext.”
At that moment, what came to Blair’s mind was the quiet night in Chiles. It was a silence that had felt utterly blissful when she was with him, but what would it be like alone? Would she spend the night waiting endlessly, just to hear the sound of his footsteps?
“To be honest…”
Edmund paused for a moment. His fingers, gripping his neatly buttoned jacket, lingered on the fabric a little longer than usual. Blair lifted her gaze, which had been cast haphazardly toward the floor, and looked at him.
“Still, I’d like it if you stayed by my side.”
“……”
“I know it’s selfish, but that’s how I feel.”
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