Abandoned Maid of the Grand Duke - Chapter 23
Unable to bear it any longer, I closed my eyes tightly. In that instant, he swiftly grabbed my arm, pulling me upright. Then, he turned my head and kissed me.
His lips parted as he swallowed mine, his tongue invading my mouth. Our heated flesh pressed and rubbed together as he breathed into me, intertwining our tongues deeply. At that moment, he thrust upward and pinched my clxxoris simultaneously.
“……!”
As a thunderous clxmax surged through me, I swallowed a rising sob. When I regained my senses, I realized that my lower body was drenched. Something gushed out of me as if I had relieved myself.
This sensation was different from before, causing my entire body to tremble. My overly sensitive womanhood quivered violently, but he seemed indifferent to my reaction. He relentlessly stimulated the most sensitive spots, pressing them firmly.
My wet petals clung to his fingers, which rubbed them stickily. His lips continuously overlapped mine, saliva flowing as his palm kneaded my entrance, almost as if circling our connected area.
As I collapsed forward in exhaustion, he grabbed my waist, pulling me upright once more. He moved his hips slowly, indicating that he wasn’t done yet.
“Open your eyes, Julie. We’re not finished.”
He whispered as if this was just the beginning, leaving kiss marks all over my body.
“Today, I’m really going to finish inside.”
So please let me. Let me finish inside you. Please, Julie?
It didn’t matter whether he had my permission or not—he always did as he pleased. When had he ever asked for permission before?
Even when I begged him to stop, sobbing and pleading, he would defiantly finish inside me, sometimes doing it several times in a row.
Despite his insistence on waiting for my consent, his persistent thrusts left me no choice. This wouldn’t end any other way, and at this point, it didn’t matter anymore.
‘It’s already too late.’
After reaching the peak multiple times, my body felt languid, and my eyes closed. Too many things had happened today for me to think clearly.
Above all, I didn’t want to push him away anymore. I whispered softly, as if finally releasing the emotions I had suppressed.
“Do it inside.”
At my inadvertent words, his brows furrowed deeply, as if something had struck his heart.
“You’ve done it before.”
In his husky voice, there was a mixture of exasperation and earnestness.
“Yes, I’ve done it before, and you know what will happen when you let me. So why do you keep resisting?”
His tone softened, almost pleading now.
“Julie, don’t push me away anymore.”
At that, I couldn’t help but nod slightly, my body betraying my resolve. He kissed me again, more tenderly this time, as if sealing a pact. And then, with a deep, final thrust, he spilled inside me, filling me with a warmth that both comforted and terrified me.
Come to think of it, whenever he’d forced me into these situations and I begged him not to finish inside, he always had that same expression. It was ridiculous when he asked if I was deliberately trying to provoke him.
Now, I see there’s no way to win. Asking him to finish inside is a minefield, and asking him not to is also a minefield. What’s the correct answer then? Is everything I say just some trigger for him?
He suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, burying himself deeply inside me. Soon, I felt his back tense up, and the place where we were connected grew hot.
He came deeply, his hips twitching several more times to empty the last of his thick seed inside me. Even after that, he continued to move gently, leaving a lingering sensation.
“Stop, I can’t take any more.”
Feeling like I might truly die if this continued, I tried pushing his arms away, but he stubbornly held on, making escape impossible. With no strength to win this power struggle, I finally let my body go limp. Only after he emptied himself a few more times did our encounter end.
When I came back to my senses, the bitter aftertaste of reality hit me. During the act, I was lost in pleasure, but now, overwhelming shame crashed down.
‘Why?’
Why? Because I just had s-x with another woman’s husband, that’s why. Previously, it was just about being with someone else’s husband, which was bad enough.
No, that was serious too. But I could justify it as part of the story.
‘The father of my child… Wow, I must be insane.’
I’ve crossed the line into complete moral degradation, becoming human trash.
This goes beyond immorality—it’s almost toxic waste level. I never imagined the spin-off would be this disastrous.
‘Do I have to continue this relationship when I go back?’
Honestly, there’s no good answer. If I run away, I have to be prepared for the hardships of today. If I stay, I have to endure situations like this.
It’s almost surprising the Grand Duchess hasn’t sent assassins after me already. She’s practically a saint, isn’t she? If I were in her position, I would have killed me a long time ago.
Lost in worry, I sighed while lying down. The hand that had been gently stroking my hair stopped abruptly. Then he sat up and asked coldly,
“Why, are you thinking about it again?”
What now? We just did it, so what’s the problem this time?
