Abandoned Maid of the Grand Duke - Chapter 12
God bless the country, the whole world.
No child was conceived.
Not joking, when I saw the blood of my period, I cried out to a god I don’t even believe in.
Then I kicked the blanket and cursed the Grand Duke, that bastard, throwing an uppercut into the air.
In the aftermath, explaining why I was at the stable at that hour to those who asked was not difficult.
“It’s where my husband works, so I felt nostalgic…”
If the Grand Duke’s intention was to leave me with an unforgettable nightmare, he succeeded perfectly.
Because of what happened at my husband’s workplace, while others visited their husbands during their breaks in the early days of their marriage, I couldn’t even dream of approaching him. And besides that, our first night together was unintentionally ruined.
“I’ve been assigned to take care of the warhorses. I’m still an assistant, but with experience, I might be able to join the military.”
Although the civil war had been suppressed, insurgents still carried out guerrilla warfare, making it hard to declare a complete victory.
Many were drafted to the front lines, and consequently, the military’s influence was strong. The fact that the Grand Duke received his title due to his significant contributions in the war speaks volumes.
Unfortunately, that influence was crushing me, and it wasn’t something that benefited me in any way.
“Uh… mmh, ah!”
From the study’s office came sounds like cries of anguish. Between my suppressed moans, there were sounds of books shaking and something creaking and shifting, echoing obscenely through the air.
Anyone passing by could easily guess what was happening. It was the kind of sound made when a master was taking a woman in his private space.
Surely, he wouldn’t be taking the noble Grand Duchess like this, so it must be the sound of him taking a lowly maid.
In reality, lying under him with my legs spread, that was exactly my situation. With one leg hooked over his arm and bent over the desk, I was being relentlessly pounded. I was terrified that the wet, squelching sounds might be heard outside, so I kept my mouth covered tightly with my hands.
“You’re tightening even more because you’re scared.”
My fear must have made my lower abdomen clench, tightening my inner walls. He exhaled warm breath on my neck and gave my butt a light slap.
Slap!
The sharp sting on my bare skin made me involuntarily clench even more. He twisted his hips smoothly, chastising me.
“Relax.”
Didn’t you say you don’t want me to come inside? Or do you actually want me to?
With his low threat that he would finish inside me, I trembled and tried to relax, but the more I tried, the more my muscles tensed up.
Sensing my fear even from behind, the Grand Duke paused and looked down at me. Then he gently lowered his hand to where we were joined and began to lightly rub my slippery clxxoris.
“Ah, uh…”
Despite my fear, pleasure began to creep up from my peripheral nerves, and I bit down hard, trying to stifle my moans.
My reaction seemed to irritate him even more, and he suddenly pinched my nxpple hard enough to hurt, muttering irritably.
“You dislike it so much, it makes me want to do it more.”
What does he mean by ‘do it more’? He can’t possibly mean to continue this.
Thinking that this would end after that one day was a colossal mistake. I thought I could cleverly avoid him, believing he would be conscious of others’ eyes. I was wrong about everything.
Despite my marriage, the Grand Duke made no effort to hide his feelings. In fact, he sought me out even more blatantly than before.
It seemed he wasn’t afraid of his reputation or what the Grand Duchess might think.
Rumors that the Grand Duke had taken me were already widespread. I desperately denied it, but a few perceptive people probably saw through it. There were too many instances that served to fuel the gossip.
He would assign me to organize his private library alone or insist I be the one to clean his bedroom instead of the assigned maid. His blatant advances left no room for doubt.
By now, running away was not an option. Even if I did escape, he would undoubtedly bring me back. What else could I do?
“Please, don’t finish inside. I beg you, not inside.”
One day, I cried and pleaded with him to finish outside. The Grand Duke looked at me blankly and muttered as if to himself.
“…Are you doing this on purpose?”
What is he talking about? This bastard. My life is on the line here.
If I get pregnant, it’s a death sentence. You might thoughtlessly finish inside, but what happens when I get pregnant? In this era, there’s no choice but to give birth.
How did I end up cursed by such a madman? I should have run away the year he returned from the academy when he was still a pretty boy. That was my mistake.
I even got married, something I never intended, just to avoid dying. But here I am, not with my husband, but entangled with another man. I feel like my heart will stop every time the Grand Duchess calls for the physician.
