The Hungry Tyrant's Bedroom - Chapter 14
When she bit down hard, the muscles in her jaw, faintly scarred, rippled. With a brutish hand that seemed like it could snap her neck at any moment, he gripped her slender waist and thrust deeper, harder. The muscles in his hips, striking her with a sharp smack, were as hard as stone.
It was terrifying.
Floria shuddered. Until just before he kissed her lips, she had thought him a more generous and compassionate ruler than expected.
She recalled the playful banter from when they first met, a tingling sensation lingering deep in her chest, but as she thought about the actions that followed, her breath became heavy again.
She curled up and let out a soft whimper.
“Ah…”
The first night spent by the couple.
The word wasn’t unfamiliar, but she hadn’t known it referred to something like this.
She had been held in the arms of a rough man, raising her hips as she took in his member.
Even just remembering it, the vivid sensation of him thrusting deep inside her body still lingered.
It had been a night that was rough.
Catherine sighed, looking at Floria with pity, who seemed so drained that even moving her lips looked like a struggle.
“You must have been in a lot of pain. It’s understandable. His Highness the Grand Duke is quite well-built, after all.”
At Catherine’s seemingly knowing remark, Floria suddenly sat up and grabbed her arm.
“Catherine… just what on earth is going on?”
There was no one in this castle she could truly call her ally.
Catherine, standing before her now, was her only hope.
Catherine was the only one who could tell her what had happened last night, so Floria asked her a candid question, too desperate to feel ashamed.
“Yesterday—no, wait…”
She’d been told she’d been sick for days.
“I don’t know what happened on the night of the wedding.”
“Won’t Her Majesty the Queen tell you about it?”
“My mother?”
her mother had told her was to endure, no matter what Aidan did.
Floria shook her head quietly.
“She only told me not to question what the Grand Duke does and not to displease him. She didn’t say anything else.”
“What about what happens between husband and wife at night?”
She shook her head again.
Seeing that, Catherine let out a long sigh.
“Wait, then… you spent your first night together without knowing anything?”
“Y-Yeah… I was so scared. Suddenly, it just…”
Floria recalled the night of the wedding and trembled.
Aidan had kissed her lips, spread her thighs, and entered her.
The pain was one thing, but what terrified her more was not understanding what that act even was.
And then, the pleasure she felt for the first time tightened every nerve in her body, leaving her startled.
But there was no way she could bring herself to say all of that aloud.
What had happened on the night of the wedding was far from the proper and dignified behavior she had been taught a royal should uphold.
She had moaned like a beast, clawed at his muscles with her nails, and gasped for breath.
It hurt, thrilled her, and made her dizzy.
Floria subtly skirted around the truth.
It was far too embarrassing to speak of everything.
She instinctively knew that what she had done was something that should not be spoken of aloud.
