I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 43
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Observing her trembling pupils, Mikhail felt the slow and tedious passing of time suddenly accelerate.
When he was with her, it felt different from usual, as if he had died and come back to life.
He was curious about how she would react to him, and it wasn’t bad to see her making predictable and cliché expressions.
As red as her fiery hair, her blushing cheek flipped his insides.
The tension between them tightened as a single thin silk glove lay between them.
Mikhail didn’t miss a single change in her expression as it fluctuated moment by moment.
His gaze, instinctively seeking her beauty, moved towards her delicate neckline. With each breath, his eyes lingered on the prominent lines and the deep hollow of her collarbone.
‘Insane.’
It was clear that he had finally lost it. Either that or his body was burning with desire, and reason had disappeared.
He had a strange thought about himself, resembling a beast, as she described.
‘Has my sanity completely disappeared?’
He scolded himself inwardly. Something was definitely wrong with his brain, probably due to the intoxicating scent of roses.
His body responded quite well. No matter how many times he tried to suppress himself, it continued to boil inside him.
Like a starving beast losing its reason, he hastily devoured the food.
Tasting the forbidden fruit was his mistake.
“I hope at least the last bit of your human sanity remains.”
Even in this cursed moment, her intelligent green eyes looked at him full of fear.
That was the problem.
If she had recoiled in fear and avoided him, he might have lost interest. She had a peculiar skill that somehow scratched at his nerves.
Mikhail loosened his grip on the glove he held, allowing her to slip away even though the distance had increased slightly. Yet, the scent of roses did not seem to diminish.
Emilia, now free from his grasp, quickly tucked the remaining hand into the glove.
‘What a dreadful face.’
It was only now that he fully regained his senses. Every time he forgot who was standing in front of him, her disdainful eyes brought him back to reality.
Beyond her eyes, resembling a field with rich green hues under the midsummer sunlight, he noticed the disheveled red hair.
The vivid red hair overlapped with another trace.
When her father killed his parents, how was his expression? When he slaughtered those in the palace who served the previous King, did his body tremble with a sense of accomplishment as he roared in victory?
His grandfather, who was betrayed by someone he believed in, must have died feeling unjust without even closing his eyes.
“I advise you not to make such expressions in front of me.”
“….”
Seeing Emilia at a distance, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. Even as she feared him like that, her flushed cheek remained.
“Even if you leave this place, there is nowhere for you to go.”
It was a subtle suggestion for her to behave. Leaning slightly, he reached out and lightly caught Emilia’s wrist. Then, with a swift motion, he pulled her onto the sofa.
Loosening his cravat, he climbed on top of her. His knees slipped between her legs, pushing up her skirt and exposing her thighs completely.
As he loosened the ribbon straps that securely held the stockings in place, Emilia’s eyes widened.
“I’m going to tear you apart.”
“Feel free.”
When Mikhail used his other hand to pull one of her legs closer, Emilia’s back perfectly met the part of the sofa where she was sitting.
“Ugh.”
Due to the tight corset, her chest swelled upward.
Contrary to her words, various parts of her body were tinged with pink.
“If you don’t want to let out messy moans under the man you contempt, try enduring it for once.”
“This is unnecessary. Why are you trying to blindly follow the king’s words? It’s just a relationship built on flimsy trust.”
“That’s why I need to maintain even that flimsy trust. I don’t like problems coming from my side.”
The hand that held the waist soon pressed firmly against her tender thigh, spreading it apart.
The suppressed sadism surged unexpectedly. He wanted to see her, who had been pretending to be dignified, writhing beneath him.
A promise was a promise, and he was only fulfilling it.
Her green eyes were tainted with embarrassment.
She bit her lips tightly, determined not to let any sound escape, as if to show her firmness. She didn’t know that that look made him burn even more.
He didn’t even consider undoing the corset or fondling her chest. The inner voice in his head kept repeating that he shouldn’t.
Firmly, firmly.
The hand pressing against her thigh exerted more force.
The vibrations transmitted from her trembling body made his blood boil from below.
