My Husband Never Dies - Chapter 32 🔞

Well, he hadn’t flinched when she stabbed him in the neck, either. Right, when the lethal poison began to take effect and blood surged up, that thing had stayed completely unfazed.

Strength drained from Evelyn’s body.

The more she thrashed and struggled to escape this man, the more ridiculous she felt.

At the same time, it was hollow.

Knowing that none of her skills or abilities had any effect on him left her powerless.

When the Duke casually wiped the blood from his lips again, the wound vanished, leaving behind nothing but his elegant mouth, like he’d never been hurt at all.

She no longer knew.

What more could she do? What did it even matter, struggling like this…

The Evelia Locke who once swore she’d kill every last prison guard in Lovent if that’s what it took to escape had become Evelyn Brumfield, too helpless to defy even the jailer of Brumfield.

“Eve.”

The man gently pressed his lips to her forehead before pulling away, whispering sweetly.

“Do whatever you want.”

His soft hand brushed through her golden hair, and he placed a light kiss on the long, flowing strands before lowering his hand.

With each touch of Calix’s hand, the fabric of her dress began to shift and unravel. The layers that had once been tightly secured now fell away, undone by his touch. It was as if the layers of her life, once held so firmly, were slipping away. It disintegrated just like the body of the guard captain that tried to strike her in the Lovent prison.

“Do as you please.”

The man lowered his gaze to her chest, and though his actions seemed deliberate, there was an odd tenderness to the way he observed her. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her pert nxxple. His hand moved further down, savoring it hardening with tension.

“Do it all.”

The hem of her dress, as well as the petticoat that had been tucked in to puff up her skirt, disappeared, leaving Evelyn’s long legs bare.

The duke lifted his head from where it had been buried in her chest, just above her left brxxst, over the clear scar, and the man who had kissed her soundly smiled and spread her legs.

The soft, supple skin on the inside of her thighs was pressed against his fingers. Only the scars left here and there on her legs were proof of Evelyn’s miserable past.

“Eve.”

The Duke called out to her in a low voice as he examined the scars that hadn’t faded.

Evelyn gave no answer, no reaction. A look of resignation crossed her face for a moment, and then it was gone.

Resignation.

It was a word that didn’t fit the woman who refused to give up on life, even in the face of near death.

“Yes, I like this too.”

She could feel Calix’s gaze slowly moving up from below.

A hot tongue touched the secret entrance between her legs, where it hadn’t yet gotten wet. The snake-like flesh opened the tightly closed hole and slid inside.

Funnily enough, her damned traitorous body began to anticipate the now familiar sensation.

Clear juices, mixed with saliva, moistened her inner passage. She heard the slightest wet friction where once there had been no sound. Each swipe of the slick tongue was followed by a tsk, tsk, and a sound I didn’t want to hear.

‘Fxck…’

Evelyn swallowed a curse, gritting her teeth in fear that a moan might escape. But her body, now tamed by him, responded against her will.

“Ah!”

He persistently touched the sensitive spots that he had discovered through their countless s-xual encounters. Her hips bucked, and an uncontrollable sound burst from between her lips. As soon as she felt the wetness throbbing deep inside her. Evelyn tried to come to her senses and hit her own face with her clenched fist. No, rather, she had tried to hit herself.

“Eve?”

The man who called her in his gentle voice grabbed her arm midair. It didn’t matter how the man with his face buried between her legs, sucking voraciously on her wet hole, noticed her behavior.

Calix grabbed her slender wrist that fit in one hand, licked his wet lips, and pushed Evelyn’s arm down onto the sheet. Unable to overcome the difference in strength, she frowned at the pain radiated through her arm.

“Ugh…!”

“You have to focus.”

“Focus? Ha!”

Evelyn burst into laughter and spat at the duke’s face. He was unfazed by the liquid running down his right cheek. In fact, the man who had wiped his cheek licked his saliva-stained fingers smugly.

The man’s blue eyes reflected her face filled with disdain and contempt. His own expression, on the other hand, showed nothing but joy. The smile on his face was genuine.

The smile this man gave her was utterly and mind-bogglingly sincere.