The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 14
Even that careful touch made Evelyn think of the dark room at the end of the corridor, and a shudder ran through her. She weakly protested.
“Master, this shouldn’t continue…”
The Duke chuckled lightly.
“It shouldn’t?”
His attitude was bold, unapologetic. Perhaps he felt entitled to the nanny’s milk, that it shouldn’t matter who drinks it. Surely, that couldn’t be his reasoning.
Evelyn’s lips trembled as she scrambled for an excuse.
“The milk is for the young lady…”
Despite her protest, milk continued to bead and his warm tongue eagerly lapped it up.
Months of nursing had left her n–ples far from soft and small. The n–ples, now hardened like pearls, stiffened even further under the unfamiliar, gentle provocation.
Evelyn shivered from his heat and barely managed to speak.
“If you drain it… the young lady will hunger.”
It was a feeble attempt to sway a man who had never once looked at his daughter. Unsurprisingly, he paid no mind.
Milk now streamed rather than dripped. He taunted, his voice tinged with mockery.
“Even with such an abundance?”
In the next moment, the Duke’s lips widened. He enveloped her a–ola entirely, sucking vigorously.
“…Ah!”
A wave of pleasure surged down her spine, making her hair stand on end.
His large hand freely kneaded her other b****t, soaking his sleeve with the overflowing milk.
“Hm…”
As Evelyn gasped for air, he looked up at her. Then, he gently rolled her n–ple in his mouth before letting it pop out.
“Do you moan like this when feeding the child?”
“No, no! It’s not that…”
“So, you have a special reason to moan for me?”
Evelyn could only shake her head in denial while sitting at the table, stark naked under his control.
“No, there isn’t…”
“Really?”
He asked, then suddenly grasped her thigh and spread it open.
“Ah, don’t do this…”
Before she could finish her pleading, his thumb delved into her wetness.
“…Ah…”
He stroked the slick path with his thick finger.
“You’re quite wet.”
She bit her lip, unable to respond as he asked again.
“Do you get this wet even when you’re nursing the child?”
“Ah, no…”
Evelyn shook her head vehemently.
It was a lie. There had been times when thinking of him while nursing had made her wet below. But each time, she had pinched her thigh to stop those thoughts.
“Really, it’s not like that…”
Evelyn said, tears of discomfort welling up, despite the lie she hoped the Duke wouldn’t notice. She trembled without being able to push him away.
Meanwhile, a gleeful spark was evident in his dark eyes.
The eagles in that room at the end of the corridor… No, that’s not right. Eagles, what was she thinking? She was probably no more than a pigeon to him.
A pigeon… Yes, like a small animal that one might kill and stuff for display. Did the Duke look this pleased when stuffing those creatures?
Were there really only animals in that room? What happened to the previous Duchess, the former wet?
Once it started, her fear grew alarmingly.
Then, the Duke’s other hand suddenly reached up, brushing under Evelyn’s eyes as if inspecting her like he had first tasted her milk by the lamplight, then brought it to his lips and sucked it.
A strange gleam flickered in his dark eyes.
“It’s not like the steward had a taste before hiring you.”
It was an absurd idea. Evelyn had barely exchanged words with that steward.
He slandered his gentlemanly servant carelessly before continuing indifferently.
“The way you keep leaking sweetness only piqued my curiosity further.”
As if his words were a signal, he bent down and delved into her.
Evelyn was so shocked she almost bit her tongue. Her former husband always preferred to have her mouth on him; he never did the same to her.
His hot lips touched her swollen entrance. A warmer tongue lazily licked the opening.
As moist, messy sounds filled the air, Evelyn convulsed, trying to pull back. But the Duke, gripping one thigh tightly, wrapped his other arm around her hips, immobilizing her.
She clutched the fabric she was holding so tightly it almost tore. The man’s black hair swayed in her blurred vision, seeming almost surreal.
His tongue wriggled inside her like a snake, and her held thigh couldn’t move as she wished; the forcibly opened part of her twitched and pulsed uncontrollably.
Evelyn pleaded weakly as her grip loosened and she trembled.
“Ah, my lord… please stop.”
He withdrew his invading tongue and grazed it across his lips. A cruel smile hung on his moist lips.
“I enjoy hunting.”
It was just as the stable hand had hinted. Evelyn, with her legs involuntarily spread in his view, heard his unexpected confession.
“I prefer hunting larger prey… like wolves or bears rather than small rabbits or foxes. Only when their breath escapes them…. do I truly feel alive.”
Tears of fear rolled down from Evelyn’s blue eyes, but the man mercilessly continued.
“I caught a wolf this time… a large gray one. But somehow, it wasn’t satisfying. It left a bad taste in my mouth.”
