The Nanny of House Herzen - Chapter 5
The Duke spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, like evaluating.
“You smell sweet.”
Evelyn responded in confusion.
“Sometimes, my, my milk leaks….”
The Duke’s gaze thoroughly inspected her once more. Although milk dripped inside her loosely fastened clothing, Evelyn couldn’t find the courage to repeat her intention to leave.
After what seemed like an eternity, the Duke uttered an unbelievable command.
“Unbutton your clothes.”
Evelyn stood frozen, doubting her own ears. She was unsure of how to respond or whether to ask him to repeat himself. She was afraid to even speak again.
The Duke reiterated his demand.
“Unbutton your clothes. I’m curious about what the child has been eating.”
Evelyn’s lips parted in shock.
She looked up at him, her expression muted, her breath held. His face was expressionless.
Was he truly just curious about what the young lady was consuming?
She had heard stories more than once about the servants who had spent the night with him only to disappear as corpses. Since the day she stepped into this mansion, these tales had haunted her.
Yet the immediate threat now approaching felt like a terror of a different magnitude.
Despite hoping he would retract his command, no such thing came. Evelyn swallowed hard.
Defiance was not an option with the Duke. She had no choice but to comply. As his dark gaze watched, she reached for the ribbon at the front of her dress.
As she loosened the already partially exposed breast, it sprang out more visibly. The handkerchief she had tucked into her dress was thoroughly soaked.
The Duke stepped closer. His large hand grasped the dripping handkerchief.
As her n–ple that was glistening with milk became exposed, Evelyn almost screamed.
Other than her ex-husband, she had never shown herself to a man. The humiliation and fear were overwhelming, and her n–ples stiffened as if touched by the breeze.
The Duke stared intently at her pointed n–ple, wringing the handkerchief in his hand. The sound of milky white liquid dripping echoed through the silent woods.
While the Duke held his wet palm up to the moonlight, Evelyn could hardly breathe, let alone speak. Her entire body felt aflame with heat.
To make matters worse, the Duke leaned in close. His face came nearing her heated nape. He inhaled as if to sniff her scent.
Evelyn felt her heart pounding so loudly, it seemed audible to her own ears.
“Sir, I…”
Her feeble plea barely escaped her lips. However, the Duke, as if he hadn’t heard her, slowly moved downwards.
A hot summer breeze swept between them, carrying with it an unfamiliar spicy smell from the man that tickled her nose.
It was an unsettling, unpleasant smell.
Yet, his lips were so close to her n–ple that Evelyn couldn’t think of anything else. As she trembled with anxiety, watching his lips, his mouth unexpectedly curved slightly upwards.
“Is the scent of milk naturally this sweet?”
His breath tickled her skin as he asked.
It was then that Evelyn snapped back to reality. Hastily, she shook her head and stepped back.
But in the next moment, milk began to drip from her exposed n–ple.
Evelyn searched for the handkerchief, but it was still in the Duke’s grasp. Looking at him for help, she found his gaze was no longer on her.
As she retreated, he moved closer again. His dark eyes lasciviously scanned her nipple.
His tongue flickered between his red lips. It was an obscenely provocative sight Evelyn had never experienced before. Strangely, her lower stomach clenched.
Unconsciously, Evelyn curled her parched lips inward. Everything was profoundly unsettling. Tears tinged with fear welled up in her blue eyes.
Despite the tension, milk continued to drip. It soaked her dress, trickled down the ribbon, and dropped to the dirt ground. She wanted to tidy her dress but could not defy the Duke.
The man’s gaze followed the trail of milky white liquid as it fell to the ground, then moved back up to her exposed breast. It lingered there without movement.
After what felt like an eternity, the flow of milk finally ceased. The dark gaze that had clung to her nipple also withdrew.
He left Evelyn standing there, who looked as if she might collapse at any moment, and turned away. Fearing that any sound might cause him to return, Evelyn stood silently, holding her breath.
His long shadow headed towards the mansion and ascended the central staircase.
Relief washed over Evelyn. Something other than milk trickled down between her legs.
2. Evelyn Vyche
Born as the youngest daughter of Count Vyche, fate had never been kind to Evelyn.
Evelyn’s mother died when she was too young to remember, and her much older sister had married and moved far away, soon losing contact.
The woman Count Vyche remarried was greedy and always considered Evelyn, who was too young to be married off, a thorn in her side.
