I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 44
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“To say that with such a sensitive body, you’d easily be torn apart. How amusing.”
Her face flushed again with a sense of humiliation. A moan, almost as if confirming his words, was already escaping her lips.
“Didn’t you say you’d tear me apart?”
With a sneer, Mikhail withdrew his hand that had been firmly pressing her thigh and brought it to her lips.
He pressed hard on her lower lip, already drawn inside, and then slipped his fingers forcefully into her mouth.
“Bite with all your might. I don’t plan on doing this for long, considering it’s not my place.”
Her disheveled red hair on the green sofa gave the illusion of a garden.
Like when roses, blooming widely under the hot sun, shed their leaves one by one in the wind, and soon, unable to withstand the pouring rain, drop all their petals.
Even though the roses have shed all their leaves, the image of the ground stained red would still be beautiful.
Someone walking on the path strewn with rose leaves would feel good, and the one stepping on them might even sense that day as a special one.
That was exactly the feeling. Looking down at her beneath him with her red hair.
And soon, the overwhelming desire covered his entire being, making it impossible to have any coherent thought.
As his finger entered her mouth and she clamped down tightly, Mikhail skillfully undid the buckle, teasing her with the tip of his glans and exposing her narrow opening.
Even though nothing had happened, she was already wet down there. Emilia’s face, realizing this, turned red as if it were about to burst.
Laughing, he withdrew from just the entrance where the glans were lingering and then pushed himself all the way in with a sharp thrust.
“Hmm…!”
“You said you didn’t like it, but now you’re wet all the way inside. Words and actions don’t seem to match. Or, is getting penetrated by someone you hate better?”
The intensifying gaze seemed to shout, “You vulgar and lowly beast!”
It didn’t seem to bother him much. Having a relationship with a woman he disliked turned out not to be as bad as he thought.
Unfortunately, his and her body fit together all too well.
The boiling rage and hatred inside him tried to subside him, but it was in vain.
The walls of her inner passage, expertly chewing and tightening around him as it smoothly swallowed him.
Each time their tightly intertwined flesh rubbed and pulsed inside, he shivered.
“Ha.”
After pushing to the limit, he withdrew again and forcefully lifted his hips.
Wet underwear rubbing against the side made a swishing sound every time he moved, brushing against the fabric.
“Ugh, ah…”
He released her hand that he had been holding while watching Emilia endure moans, biting on his fingers.
Thud, thud, thud.
The peculiar sound of flesh colliding echoed in the lounge. The member smoothly moved in and out, deeply thrusting and then withdrawing.
“It’s a shame you can’t see your own expression.”
Emilia’s body shook on the sofa due to his continuous thrusts.
The area around the green eyes that looked up at him without avoiding his gaze turned red.
Mikhail slipped his hand into her back and lifted it. Afraid of falling, Emilia hastily placed her hands on his neck.
“Ah!”
The large pillar, which had not been withdrawn, suddenly plunged deeply from below.
“Seems like you have a louder voice than that woman earlier.”
“…That’s enough!”
“It’ll be fun to watch together.”
Suddenly, he wondered. What face would Emilia make if she saw herself with her enemy?
This place was a lounge for ladies, and thanks to that, there were mirrors everywhere.
So, it was enough to get an answer.
Mikhail walked to the dressing table and set her down.
As the warmth disappeared, emptiness flooded in. Emilia, panting, leaned on the dressing table and glared at him.
“Take a good look. This is the face I said is worth seeing.”
“No, I don’t want to see…! Hmph!”
Turning her towards the mirror and lifting her skirt, her fair-skinned b******s were exposed. As she fidgeted, Emilia’s body trembled.
Mikhail thrust straight into her wet orifice, which was already fluttering.
“Haah!”
As her head leaned back, her face was clearly reflected in the mirror, tears streaming down her face from the pleasure.
With her mouth agape and tears in her eyes, the pleasure made her lower half even tighter.
Struggling to support herself with her hand on the dressing table, Emilia didn’t know what to do with the force thrusting from behind.
The subtle expression on Mikhail’s face, watching Emilia’s flushed face in the mirror, twisted slightly.
He had overlooked one thing.
That, by standing in the direction of the mirror, not only Emilia’s face but also his own face was visible.
