The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 188
Though there was no chance she could swallow anything in this state, Leonid stubbornly scooped up some whipped cream with his hand and put it into Johanna’s mouth.
“Hngh…!”
“Suck it all up, leave nothing behind.”
Knowing it was pointless to refuse, Johanna, weakened, obediently used her mouth and tongue to suck on his fingers.
The soft sweetness spread through her mouth, the cream mixed with her saliva slipping down her throat. Meanwhile, the pace of his thrusts from below grew increasingly urgent.
Johanna, her mouth around Leonid’s fingers, drooled as she was helplessly rocked up and down. As always, the overwhelming pleasure turned her mind blank.
The room, filled with the sticky sounds of flesh meeting flesh, was a chaotic blend of the pheromones of an aroused Alpha and Omega.
It was both a comforting cradle and a prison. The despair that no matter what she did, she could never escape him, choked her.
As the pleasure surged toward its peak, her mind went blank. Her inner walls clenched tightly around the fullness within her. The next moment, Leonid drove himself in to the root, holding Johanna’s upper body tightly as if to crush her.
“Ugh…”
“Ahh…!”
Thick streams of fluid surged from his swollen member, pouring inside her. Leonid gripped Johanna’s lower abdomen tightly with his large hand and sank his teeth into her exposed nape. As always, he forcibly attempted the imprint, disregarding any of Johanna’s will.
“Hngh…!”
Though Johanna cried and struggled, protesting, he held her neck firmly, pouring pheromones deep beneath her skin, binding the Omega he had claimed as his own entirely to him.
He desired an unbreakable, absolute possession that no one could ever interfere with. When he inserted eternity into that equation, it yielded a flawless result—a perfect ideal, an untouchable utopia.
* * *
Three days passed. Johanna felt as though her mind was slowly being eroded.
Countless times, Leonid had bitten her neck, but the imprint had not taken. Because of this, Leonid was half out of his mind.
He grew more obsessively persistent with Johanna, trying to control her completely. Ignoring even his duties as a marquis, he shut himself in the room with her, involving himself in her every movement.
From what she ate to what she wore, everything passed through his hands. He was with her when she bathed, even followed her when she needed to use the restroom.
Johanna felt like she was gradually losing her sanity. She didn’t feel like a normal person anymore. No one in their right mind would act like this. Leonid Neubitz was utterly insane.
“Bathroom?”
As Johanna sluggishly lifted herself up after their time together, feeling the urge, Leonid ran his hand along her back and asked.
Before she could even fully nod, he scooped her up and strode toward the bathroom. Once there, he sat her on the toilet and stood right in front of her, watching intently.
Johanna tried not to think. She pushed aside the shame and anger, clearing her mind until it was blank. A gentle stream sounded as her urge was relieved, like shallow water flowing through a valley.
As the sound faded, Leonid took care of things for her, lifted her up, flushed the toilet, and brought her to the sink to wash her hands. Embracing her from behind, he licked and sucked her neck, which was covered in bite marks, with a possessive greed.
Johanna stood by the window, gazing out at the autumn garden with leaves falling. From morning on, her body felt strange. From past experience, it was unmistakably the onset of a heat cycle.
Leonid’s pheromones were similarly unsettled. Both had a slight fever, but his body temperature was slightly hotter than hers.
It seemed that this heat cycle was likely to overlap with his rut. In the past, she might have considered the increased possibility of pregnancy, but now she had long since abandoned such thoughts.
She had been deemed infertile, and the chance of bearing his child was slim to none. She was useless. As a tool that had lost its original purpose, she should have been discarded, yet Leonid’s insistence kept her bound here, surrendering her body to him whenever he desired.
When would he grow tired of her body? And by that time, what if she had completely lost herself, becoming a fool unable to do anything on her own?
“A walk…”
She wanted to go outside and walk. The orange blossoms of the osmanthus had faded with the season, but the evergreen leaves stood unchanged, as though time had stopped. The golden ginkgo and crimson maple leaves blended with them in a breathtaking display.
Johanna pressed herself close to the window, leaning as if to throw herself out. As if she might fall down below at any moment…
