Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 48
As Rubens looked down at her, trying to cool the numb, tingling sensation, Macy’s hand touched his thigh. The instant her hand made contact, his muscles tensed and shifted as if agitated.
“Why are you being quiet? I’m scared in the dark… Can you please say something?”
She had always unintentionally provoked him in this way.
It was uncomfortable. No, maybe it wasn’t just uncomfortable—it was hard to say anymore why he had to endure this.
Despite her young age, Macy was an adult. Even if she was timid and easily taken advantage of, she had a woman’s body and the ability to bear a man’s child.
Wasn’t this what he was trying to awaken in her? If she couldn’t understand it through kisses, perhaps pushing a bit further wouldn’t hurt. For Macy’s sake, and for Rubens, who had long restrained his impulses.
Moreover, this was not the Duke’s mansion. There was no need to imitate the cold, lofty facade of Duke Krygen.
“Just wait…!”
As Rubens silently pulled down the edge of her collar, Macy immediately grasped her clothing.
Rubens’s brow furrowed, as if displeased.
“W-why are you suddenly taking off my clothes…?”
“I don’t just lick during kisses. Most men don’t either.”
“…”
“Did you think practicing with me would make you more ready for someone else?”
Macy’s lips trembled as if she had been deeply insulted. Despite his explanation, she seemed reluctant, and her grip didn’t loosen.
Rubens smirked, unconcerned, and continued to grasp her left b****t. His hands, marked with scars, intertwined with her delicate fingers as if they were entangled in a net.
When he groped her without care, it almost looked like she was touching herself. Macy’s entire body trembled slightly.
“Mmm…”
A shiver of guilt and excitement ran through him. As he gently sucked her lips again, her hand that had been clutching her clothes loosened. Rubens guided her fingers one by one to encircle his neck.
“If you can’t hold back, hug me tightly.”
Ruben murmured softly, his lips still pressed against hers. Macy swallowed hard. It was as if she was anticipating the coming wave of sensations. He couldn’t help but smile at her transparent reactions.
“I can’t guarantee I’ll stop though.”
With that, Rubens began to remove her clothing from her shoulders. The oversized clothes came off easily. He rubbed his hard palate against her soft tongue with friction. Macy’s throat emitted a groan of discomfort.
As Rubens ravaged her mouth, all of his focus was on his fingertips. While removing her clothes, he brushed over a rough scar, causing Macy to flinch in surprise.
“Ugh…!”
Visible spasms wracked her body, centered around his marked chest. The area around the mark was a vivid, inflamed red, as if it had just appeared.
“D-don’t touch there…”
Beneath, a startled protrusion stood e***t, trembling with a faint pink hue. It seemed to beg for attention, making it impossible for him to look away. From the way she asked him not to touch, it seemed she knew what would happen if he did…
“I’m not going to touch it.”
What’s so important about this name? It’s just a device created by God to entangle them mercilessly. A barbaric device meant for healing through contact and mating like beasts.
Rubens’s discomfort with being drawn to Macy was partly due to this.
He was destined to be with her, as decreed by God. No matter how much he tried to escape, he was bound by the fate of following the natural order.
Rubens despised that brutal determinism. No, he hated it.
Suppressing his sensitive emotions, Rubens gently caressed Macy’s waist. Instead of the left b****t with the mark, he gripped the flesh of her right side.
Despite his gentle touch, it was crushed without resistance, the b****t too soft to even fill half of his hand. It felt like he was squishing cream in his palm. He nearly uttered something harsh.
“Ah…”
Long-suppressed primal instincts surged forth. He toyed with her hardened areola, flicking and pinching it before trapping it between his fingers and shaking it.
“Mmm! Ugh!”
Unable to handle the stimulation, Macy twisted her body. Overwhelmed by the sensations spreading from top to bottom, her head felt numb. She wanted to flee immediately but also yearned to surrender her body to the pleasure he was giving.
Rubens, fiercely sucking her lips like a wild beast, pushed his tongue deep enough to touch her uvula.
She tried to follow his movements, but it was futile. She gasped for breath, and just as the kiss stopped, a hard pressure rubbed against her lower body.
There was a wet, sticky sound between her legs. Every time Macy squirmed, obscene, damp noises filled the air. Ruben’s expression twisted into a lewd smirk.
“Is this really making you wet?”
Without releasing his grip on her b****t, his other hand suddenly lifted Macy’s skirt.
