The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 169
“Hnn…!”
The moment the door closed, her lips were seized in an unguarded kiss. A thick, heated tongue intruded, sliding between her parted lips.
With the lights off and curtains drawn, the room was completely dark, making it impossible to distinguish anything before her.
“Mmm, nngh…!”
The sensation of his tongue swirling inside her mouth, the muscular arms holding her tightly, and the powerful surge of alpha pheromones—all of it was familiar to Johanna. That familiarity comforted her, yet an instinctual fear lingered in the impenetrable darkness.
“Haa…!”
After a long, breath-stealing kiss, Johanna finally gasped for air. Her back pressed firmly against the door, and in front of her stood the imposing form of the man, blocking any escape. Panting heavily, she tried to look Leonid in the eye, but his face was hidden in the thick shadows.
“Marquis…”
“…”
No answer came. The silence, like being left alone in the belly of a beast, filled Johanna with unease. Just as she parted her lips to call him again—
“Ah…!”
With a ripping sound, her dress was torn away. It seemed even her undergarments had been shredded along with it. The fabric fell silently to the floor, leaving faint sounds as it brushed past her skin.
As she froze in shock, rough hands gripped her thighs firmly. Before she could even process what was happening, she felt the warm brush of breath between her legs.
“Ah…! W-Wait―”
Realizing too late what he intended, she struggled to stop him, but it was hopeless. She tried pushing him back by grabbing his head, yet he didn’t budge.
His soft tongue lightly lapped at her, parting the sensitive folds as it searched out a small, hidden bud, which he began to tease with gentle flicks, as if savoring a lollipop or ice cream.
“Ah… no, hngh, no…”
The overwhelming tickling sensation, the fact that someone else’s touch was exploring her so intimately, made Johanna instinctively want to escape. Each intense jolt that coursed through her made her tremble, biting down on her lips to stifle any sound.
“Please… please…”
She didn’t even know what she was begging for. Did she want him to stop this embarrassing, unbearable act, or for him to abandon the teasing and pull her into something deeper?
“Nngh…!”
Her mind was nearing a breaking point from the unrelenting sensitivity, clouding her thoughts. In a moment of surrender, Johanna gripped his head tightly and pulled him closer between her legs.
He paused, momentarily lifting his lips from her, as if looking up at her. Though the darkness obscured his face, she felt his gaze.
In that instant, Johanna snapped back to her senses, hurriedly releasing him and reaching behind to steady herself against the door. Her face and neck were burning with an unbearable heat; she wanted nothing more than to flee from this place.
Though the door blocked her path, she tried to shift her body sideways. Yet a firm, unyielding grip held her thighs in place, followed by a low command.
“…Stay still.”
It was the first time he’d spoken since entering the room. His voice was deeply restrained, almost dangerously low. Johanna froze instinctively, and in that instant, his lips returned to her most sensitive spot.
“Ah…!”
No longer teasing with light flicks, he pressed his lips firmly against the protruding bud and sucked, the sound obscenely loud in the silent room. Yet, she barely had a moment to feel embarrassment.
“Hngh!”
Each intense pull sent shockwaves through her lower abdomen, her hips lifting involuntarily, her toes curling with the overwhelming sensation. Leonid didn’t let up, mercilessly driving her toward a peak. By now, the air was thick with their mingled pheromones, blending heavily like oil paints.
“Please… stop… ah!”
In that final moment, pleasure surged through her, detonating in a wave that blanked her mind, leaving only primal sensations. She could feel herself releasing, an undeniable pulse that his tongue lapped up eagerly, as if it were nectar. If she could see it, the sight might have left her mind reeling.
“Ha…”
Slowly, he rose, exhaling deeply as he wrapped an arm around her waist. A mischievous grin played on his lips as he leaned in, his voice a murmur in her ear.
“How was that? Did you enjoy it?”
“…”
When she didn’t respond, he bit her ear lightly, drawing a small gasp from her lips at the sharp sting.
“Why do you care so much about Lucas Bantwood, hmm?”
At the sudden mention, Johanna’s brow knitted in confusion. Why was he bringing up Lucas now?
“You know I can’t stand that guy.”
