The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 170
“Yes, I know, but Viscount Bantwood was here as a guest… And he is the heir of the Bantwood family…”
“There’s no need for you to concern yourself with that.”
His voice, thick with irritation and reproach, made Johanna tense involuntarily.
No need for me to concern myself…
A painful understanding sank into her heart, spreading an ache in her chest. Of course, she had overstepped. She was only a stand-in as the Marquis’s wife… yet she’d acted as if she truly belonged by his side. Looking back, it was clear she’d been presumptuous.
What expression was Leonid wearing now? In the persistent darkness, she could only faintly make out his silhouette.
“Turn around and lean against the door.”
Following his command, she placed both hands on the door, standing awkwardly. She felt a surge of apprehension, realizing he intended to continue here. But, unwilling to provoke his mood, she complied in silence.
“Ahh…!”
He parted her damp entrance, pressing in with a weight that filled her inch by inch. The fullness was as overwhelming as always, stealing her breath away.
Leonid gripped her waist tightly with both hands, thrusting the rest of himself inside in a single motion. The thick veins on his s***t brushed against her sensitive walls, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
With each deep, rhythmic thrust, she was rocked back and forth, her gasping breaths turning to low moans.
“You know… you seem to feel it more when it’s somewhere other than the bed.”
“I—I don’t… ngh, I don’t think that’s…”
“Should we try an entirely new location? How about in front of that painting you love so much?”
At his words, Johanna momentarily forgot their situation, her shock prompting an instinctive outburst.
“Are you insane?”
She’d spoken without thinking, forgetting her place. As she quickly clamped her mouth shut, she realized it was too late to take it back.
“Getting bold with me now, aren’t you?”
“No, I… ahh…”
Despite his words, he didn’t appear offended. In fact, his movements grew more intense, pressing her to the point where it was hard for her to remain standing.
“Ah… ahh… please, slower… ngh!”
Her legs finally gave way, causing her to slide downward, but he clicked his tongue and lifted her effortlessly, as though her weight was nothing.
“At this rate… we won’t be able to try anything standing in front of your favorite painting, will we?”
“No… I don’t want that…”
“Then what do you want? Hmm? All you do is cry, no matter what I do.”
Johanna often found herself weeping or close to tears, not from pain, but because the intensity of his touch was overwhelming. That sense of losing herself frightened her.
“Softer… please…”
“…How soft?”
Pausing in his steps, he pressed gentle kisses along her cheek, his voice soft yet tinged with expectation.
“Gently, you say…?”
“…Yes, gently…”
He remained silent for a moment, then exhaled a quiet sigh, resuming his pace as he replied,
“That might be difficult.”
Click—the sound of the nightstand switch being pulled, followed by a soft amber glow that warmly illuminated the area around them.
“You know you only enjoy it when it’s rough.”
Johanna’s mouth fell open in disbelief. It was an absurd assumption.
“Me? No, that’s not true.”
“Lying again.”
“No, I’m not…”
Memories of how Leonid had “punished” her for lying in the past flashed through her mind, making her clamp her mouth shut. She didn’t want to endure that kind of embarrassment again.
As if sensing her thoughts, Leonid let out a quiet, knowing chuckle.
With the dim light now filling the room, she could see his face more clearly than before—his cool gaze, the gentle curve of his lips, with a faint smile lingering there.
He settled on the bed, still holding her close, his eyes filled with a familiar warmth. That small hint of kindness made her heart tremble, the unsteady rhythm betraying her feelings as she gazed at him, momentarily lost.
“You’re not planning on staying close to Lucas Bantwood, are you?”
“What? Of course not…”
They hadn’t been close to begin with. She’d merely felt that their personalities were somewhat compatible…
“Right, you’re an omega, and so is he. No chance of catching feelings for each other, isn’t that right?”
His comment left her momentarily speechless. An omega and another omega… It was a rare pairing, though not unheard of. Still, the idea of such a relationship with Lucas Bantwood seemed completely implausible. Johanna had come to understand the difference between genuine attraction and mere fondness.
It was after being with Leonid, feeling the intimacy of his touch, sharing pheromones, and desiring to connect with him so deeply, that she realized there was only one person she longed for in that way…
But that confession was one she couldn’t afford to make. So, once again, she swallowed her feelings down, leaving them unspoken.
“I… I’m not attracted to other omegas.”
It was the safest way to answer.
“Then what about betas?”
“That… probably not.”
“And any alpha other than me?”
“That…”
It was a question that left her at a loss. Her mind grew tangled as she found herself averting her gaze, struggling to find a suitable answer.
