The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 7
She knew this rationally. Before she had possessed this body, she remembered times when he had acted similarly gentle, and she had fallen for him completely.
Now, Roina refused to believe those memories. She thought she would be stronger. But when Roberto acted this way, she found that her body reacted before her mind could.
With eyes as beautiful as a woman’s, he blinked slowly as he sucked on her bosom. It was more than just a teasing touch; his tongue enveloped her peak, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
Her clothes were almost completely gone. Roberto was gently caressing the other bosom, playing with her peak between his fingers.
Without realizing it, Roina moaned. She quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment. ‘There’s still another person in here!’ She remembered her shame and glanced at the knight. He stood there as still as a statue.
Roberto raised an eyebrow at her hand covering her mouth.
“You shouldn’t cover your mouth without my permission.”
Roina’s clothes were completely removed except for her garter belt, underwear and stockings. He had ripped off her bra, leaving her exposed.
He turned her around and tied her hands behind her back using the sash from her dress. Then, he blindfolded her with a ribbon from her blouse.
“If you keep looking away, I’ll get angry.”
Blindfolded and bound, Roina felt a surge of fear. She had never been treated this way in his study before. What was he going to do?
Just then, Roberto chuckled mischievously.
“I have a good idea.”
His knight turned around at his command. Roberto silently ordered him to do something.
She was startled. She heard the sound of objects being swept off the Imperial Crown Prince’s desk and felt herself being lifted. Then, something wet and cold slid between her legs.
He had removed her panties.
Roina could only whimper, her body trembling uncontrollably. Roberto began to explore her body, his touch a mixture of cruelty and a strange tenderness. He moved slowly, savoring her fear, her submission. He traced the delicate curve of her hips, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin around her thighs.
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear.
“You’re so beautiful, Roina,” he whispered, his voice a low growl.
“So exquisitely beautiful.”
His words were a mockery, a cruel taunt. But Roina could only whimper in response, her body betraying her will.
Roberto began to move within her, slowly, deliberately. The initial pain was quickly replaced by a strange sensation, a dizzying mixture of fear and a forbidden pleasure she couldn’t understand.
He moved inside her, his movements deliberate and controlled. With each thrust, he whispered obscenities into her ear, his words a mixture of cruelty and possession.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Completely mine.”
