Chapter 3.3

On the soft bed, the thin garments Adele had worn, which barely counted as clothing, were completely stripped away.  

Adele, her face flushed red, glared at Chereph with heated eyes before shutting them tightly.  

“Everyone saw…”  

What should I do now? 

She couldn’t even imagine what to say when she faced the Viscountess.  

“Should I gouge out their eyes?”  

His chilling voice sounded all too genuine. Adele crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself, and pressed her legs together. Chereph narrowed his eyes at her actions.  

“If the Marquis is going to throw down his gloves, we should make sure it’s worth it.”  

“…”  

She knew all too well what this man was capable of. And Adele already knew the pain—and the pleasure beyond that pain—that Chereph could bring.  

Their first encounter, in a storage-like space, had been rushed and clumsy, aided by the haze of alcohol. But now, her headache was gone, and she was perfectly sober.  

Because of that, she instinctively tried to escape from him.  

—Rustle.  

Chereph’s gaze followed the marks she left as she scrambled toward the headboard. At the end of those marks was, of course, Adele.  

Without hesitation, his hand caught her ankle. With a firm pull, Adele slid easily back toward him.  

“Ah…”  

His hot, rough hand forcefully spread her legs. A chill swept between them, making her shudder.  

The cold air reached places it shouldn’t, sending a shiver through her body. And then something even hotter than the air touched her there.  

“…!”  

It was too hot.  

Adele tried to close her legs in shock, but overpowering Chereph’s strength was impossible. He pressed her thighs apart and—  

—Rip.

He tore off her soaked undergarments and cast them aside. His lips touched the damp spot.  

“Hngh, ah!”  

Adele squirmed. She never imagined, not even in her wildest dreams, that he would actually do as he had hinted. The vivid sensation of his heated breath reached her below, leaving her frozen like a statue, gasping for air. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips.  

Chereph’s tongue trailed slowly along her entrance. Adele, who had been gripping the bed sheets, flailed her hands in confusion before placing them on Chereph’s head. Her fingers tangled in his hair.  

“Cry out as much as you want.”  

Chereph exhaled.  

“They’ll have to pretend they didn’t hear anything.”  

“No… don’t…”  

But the overwhelming pleasure that drowned her shame overtook her mind. Not because he told her to let herself go.  

“Hngh, ah! Aah!”  

Adele moaned, her hips bucking upward. She felt like she’d go insane otherwise. Her pale, round chest heaved and swayed with every movement as she struggled against the sensations brought by Chereph’s tongue. He glanced up at her through his lashes, a satisfied smile curling his lips.  

Even as Adele’s fingers pulled at his hair, Chereph didn’t seem to mind. He sharpened the tip of his tongue, pushing it into her entrance.  

The passage remained tight, and moisture flowed freely. Each time his tongue delved inside, a sweetness that wasn’t sweet seemed to pour out.  

“Hic…”  

Adele whimpered. Chereph laughed as he licked her entrance. He hadn’t even been at it for long, but her cl*toris was already standing tall, as if begging to be sucked.  

Chereph moved his lips to the small nub, sucking on it before gently grazing it with his teeth. Adele felt as though stars were exploding in front of her eyes.  

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her fingers, tangled in his hair, turned pale from the force of her grip. Her toes curled, constantly kicking at the bed sheets.  

“Chereph…”  

“Call my name more.”  

He felt like he wouldn’t grow tired of hearing her call him, even if she repeated it like a music box all night.  

—Squelch.  

The obscene sound filled the space between Adele’s cries. Chereph deliberately made loud noises as he sucked on her below, slipping his fingers into her entrance with practiced ease.  

The area, slick with her fluids, offered little resistance.  

“Aah!”  

Adele’s hips lifted into the air before collapsing back down. Chereph wanted to make her as wet as possible. His fingers stirred inside her as if to scrape out her essence, relentlessly thrusting deeper. Inside her narrow passage, his thick fingers continued to make her cry out.  

“…!”  

Chereph’s hand delved deeper once more. At some point, his fingers had increased to three, stretching her still-tight walls. Fluids trickled down the curve of her hips. Adele’s waist rose and fell in rhythm with his movements.  

“Please…!”  

Her voice, pitched higher, pleaded desperately, though she didn’t even know what she was begging for.  

Chereph clearly knew exactly where to touch to make her feel it. His hand moved faster, losing rhythm in his urgency.  

“Hngh!”  

Adele writhed helplessly, overwhelmed. The pleasure rising from below made her feel like something was about to spill over.  

The thought of her situation, of the Marquis and the Viscountess, vanished from her mind in an instant. It felt as though her brain was melting.  

Caught in the waves of pleasure Chereph gave her, Adele trembled as she reached her climax.  

“Haa…”  

Even as her fluids stained the bed sheets, Chereph, who looked down at her disheveled, flushed face as though admiring a masterpiece, smiled.  

“Don’t run away like you did last night.”  

“When did I ever…”  

Her voice, which sounded like she was about to argue, was muffled by some fabric. Glancing sideways, she realized it was the hem of the dress the Marquis had given her.  

The dress, given by the man who was supposed to be her husband, now gagged her as she lay beneath the man who was taking her.  

“Don’t lose consciousness.”  

He had done it on purpose—there was no doubt about it. Adele’s trembling eyes met Chereph’s narrowed gaze.  

A cruel, dangerously attractive man.  

His lips curved into a wicked smile.  

This was only the beginning. He had no intention of letting her fall asleep like the night before.  

Chereph shook off his wet hand and grabbed her thighs again. Red marks from his strong grip were already scattered across her legs. He liked the sight of them.  

Having discarded his lower garments at some point, Chereph positioned himself between her legs. In the room, still lit by the daylight streaming through the windows, his member looked even more menacing than it had the night before.  

Adele, still catching her breath, turned her head away. Chereph rubbed the blunt tip of his length against her sensitive skin.  

“Adele.”  

“Hngh!”  

“Look at me.”  

His voice was sweet. Chereph placed his hands on either side of her head, calling her tenderly. Unconsciously, Adele turned her head, her face scrunched up as she looked up at him.  

His smile deepened.  

“…!”  

Her eyes widened as his length, still hot and large, pushed past her wet entrance. As though afraid she might try to escape, Chereph fully mounted her.  

—Rip.  

The dress gifted by the Marquis was torn into shreds, which Chereph used to bind Adele’s wrists.  

“You seemed to like this, didn’t you?”  

He tied her wrists to the bedpost, leaving her completely immobile. His hand traced down her restrained arms.  

Then.  

Chereph draped her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his length against her entrance. Slowly but surely, he pushed all the way in without stopping.  

“…Hngh!”  

Chereph buried himself deep inside her. The tightness of her walls, which clamped down on him almost painfully, made him groan.  

“Did you plan to cling to another man like this, not letting go?”  

His thrusts gradually quickened.  

His crimson eyes glinted as his gaze fell on the items the Marquis had given her. He stuffed her mouth with a gaudy bracelet that had been part of those gifts, stifling her cries.  

“Were you planning to wear these and boast that you belonged to someone else?”  

“Hnn…”  

Her vision blurred as she struggled to breathe properly.  

Yet he showed no signs of stopping. Chereph ground his hips against her, burying himself even deeper.  

Places she thought unreachable were being thoroughly claimed by his length. Her stomach rose and fell. Then, as though pulling back to the very edge, he suddenly slammed into her again.  

“Aah!”  

The wet sounds were loud and obscene. His member slid in and out, coated with a mixture of fluids whose ownership was indistinguishable. Feeling the wetness trickle down, Adele’s bound hands clenched and unclenched into fists.  

She moaned louder and louder before breaking into sobs. The overwhelming pleasure was too much for her to endure.  

Chereph untied the fabric binding her wrists and guided her hands to wrap around his neck. Her trembling fingers reached out further, pulling him closer. In the midst of his thrusts, her body, nearly weightless, clung to him as though he was her anchor.  

Chereph lifted her onto his lap, keeping her seated on him.  

“Hngh…”  

His length, fully buried inside her, seemed to rob her of her senses. Just as her vision threatened to go white, his voice and the pleasure pulled her back under.  

“I told you not to run away.”  

—Thud!  

The forceful thrusts from below made her cry out.  

“Aah!”  

The hesitation that someone might hear them had long since been erased from her mind.