Dion finally understood why Mark went crazy at the sight of women. He also couldn’t comprehend why he had previously thought maintaining his chastity was a matter of pride. Had he known about this ecstatic sensation, he would have thrown away his pride at any moment.
To hell with pride.
His reason had already flown away due to the excessive pleasure. All that remained was his desire for this moment to last forever, filled with ecstasy.
Dion pulled back and then thr*st deeply with a thud. His forceful pushing caused Angela’s body to gradually slide upward with each thr*st that produced a slapping sound.
His movements became increasingly urgent, making the air in their space grow thicker. The creaking of the bed and the lewd, wet sounds of their joining filled the room.
When Angela focused on his sensitive spots, her body tightly squeezed Dion’s member, and m*ans flowed continuously from her lips.
The pleasure intensified, causing Dion’s thr*sts to accelerate. Angela matched his rhythm by lifting her hips, and her legs, suspended in the air over his shoulders, swayed with their movements.
The tight squeeze of her wet flesh drove him mad, and Dion unconsciously let out curses. His thrusting became increasingly rough, stirring her insides wildly.
So deep.
Angela felt overwhelmed by the depth but simultaneously experienced an unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy. Therefore, the more forcefully and deeply Dion thr*st into her, the more intense pleasure enveloped her entire body, making her see flashes of light.
“Hnngh, ahh, ahhh.”
At some point, everything before her eyes seemed to turn white. Something burst in her mind like fireworks in a completely white world.
“Ugh!”
Angela’s body convulsed, and she arched like a bow. Soon after, Dion gritted his teeth, trembled violently, and poured all his desire into her.
Fl*id continuously flowed to the deepest part through the narrow gap, and from their tightly joined bodies, the messily mixed fl*ids trickled down Angela’s thighs.
Heated breaths escaped Angela’s lips without pause, and Dion collapsed weakly beside her, exhaling deeply. Their disheveled forms, illuminated by moonlight, glistened with sweat and fl*ids.
“How was it?”
Looking into Dion’s languid eyes, Angela deliberately asked despite knowing the answer.
“…It was truly wonderful. Absolutely ecstatic.”
Just moments ago, he had been consumed by l*st like a beast, but now Dion suddenly appeared shy and demure. He seemed to think his previous behavior had been too rough.
“We could go another round if you want.”
When Angela, feeling unsatisfied, suggested this, focus returned to Dion’s previously languid eyes.
“I can do it again as many times as needed.”
His eyes began to gleam with desire again, seemingly forgetting his earlier shyness.
“Really? This time I’ll take the lead.”
Satisfied with Dion’s answer, Angela placed her hand on his firm abs and slowly lowered herself onto his p*nis, aligning their bodies.
“Ahnng.”
Her body, having already experienced one cl*max, accepted the man more easily than before. However, it was still overwhelming, quickly making her breathless.
From her dominant position, she looked down at the man beneath her.
“How would you like me to do it?”
Instead of answering, Dion began thrusting his hips upward. He was already immersed in pleasure, his reason numbed.
Intoxicated by the marvelous sensation, Dion moved roughly, trying to imprint himself inside Angela, who squeezed him tightly while writhing.
Strangely, he found it more exciting to have her looking down at him than him looking down at her. Her gaze made his body heat up even more.
Feeling her intense gaze, he moved his hips continuously to satisfy his desire.
Angela smiled with satisfaction, feeling elated at the sight of the man beneath her moving his hips of his own accord. She was happy that everything seemed to be going according to her wishes.
All of this was thanks to the people around her.
When she felt confused by Mrs. Seymour’s words and couldn’t understand her own feelings toward Dion, it was Lady Rossis’s words that made Angela’s heart certain.
‘It’s unfortunate that Sir Dion wasn’t raised with love from the former Baron and Baroness Buckle, and that Baron Buckle took all the inherited wealth. Count Huntley saved his life after it was ruined by Baron Buckle.’
Angela had never thought about why Dion became so money-hungry. In her eyes, he had only appeared to be someone obsessed with money.
That’s why she had tried to gradually corrupt him by tempting him with money, but the moment she heard Lady Rossis’s words, she suddenly felt pity for Dion.
Just like Angela was fortunate to receive Count Huntley’s title and become wealthy, Dion was simply unfortunate.
She could now understand his actions, trying to fill the love he didn’t receive from his parents during his unfortunate childhood with money. She could understand why his personality was so cold and indifferent to others.
At the same time, she reconsidered his situation, having fallen into slavery solely because he was family to a traitor, despite doing nothing wrong himself.
‘Do you have feelings other than revenge? You actually liked that man, didn’t you, Countess?’
Because of this, she could now answer Mrs. Seymour’s question with certainty.
Yes, she had liked him, and yes, she had hated him.
And given his situation and his sincere apology, her feelings of love had now grown enough to overshadow the hatred in her love-hate relationship with Dion.
She had suppressed all her feelings of affection for Dion due to anger, but not anymore. As her anger subsided, those feelings of affection resurfaced, and Angela genuinely wanted to have him.
Not just his body, but his heart too.
The only problem was that Dion wasn’t completely tamed, so there was a chance he might leave her once he realized he was free from slavery. There would be limits to taming just his heart.
Therefore, Angela devised a plan to capture Dion’s heart. The plan involved stopping her torment of him while deliberately avoiding him to make him anxious.
She utilized the psychology that when someone who was always visible suddenly disappears, curiosity arises.
Simultaneously, she showed him that she hadn’t completely crushed his hope by giving him a salary. She prevented him from losing all hope, which could have led to a loss of will to live.
At the same time, she gradually tightened the noose around Dion’s neck. She wanted him to feel her absence, become desperate for her, and ultimately develop an obsession.
‘Sir Connor, was it? Pretend to accidentally meet Dion while walking around town at the time I specified and say what I tell you to say.’
To stimulate his emotions, Angela recruited one of Dion’s colleagues, a man who could keep his mouth shut and follow orders well.
She instructed him to spread false information that she and Young Lord Uston were getting along well. Then, to further provoke Dion, she piled up all the marriage proposals she had received on her study desk.
When she saw the study in disarray with torn-up proposals, Angela’s heart pounded furiously. The torn marriage proposals meant he was falling for her.
The final act was to pretend to reject Dion when he secretly came to her bedroom. She aimed to make him burn with desire and cling to her more desperately with each rejection.
‘Please don’t abandon me. Make me your man.’
And finally, the words she had been waiting to hear came from his lips. Those words were like invisible chains binding him to her.
‘Mrs. Seymour, you were right.’
Angela smiled with satisfaction, attributing the success of her plan to Mrs. Seymour.
‘Just like Count Huntley’s daughter, you resemble your late father. Why would I oppose you wanting to have the man you love? Rather, it’s a good thing to have a husband who will never leave your side. I hope your plan succeeds.’
Fearing possible opposition, she had told Mrs. Seymour about her plan, but the older woman didn’t object.
Instead, she blessed Angela’s relationship with Dion with a faint smile, saying she resembled her late father, and even helped formulate a more detailed plan. So it could be said that the fulfillment of Angela’s wishes was thanks to Mrs. Seymour.
“Will you… look only at… me from now on?”
Angela’s gaze turned to the man moving his hips beneath her. The sight of him deliberately trying to focus on her sensitive spots was incredibly endearing.
“Of… course. I swear… with everything I have.”
Dion, his face contorted with pleasure, answered with confident eyes.
Seeing his gaze, which suggested she was the only one in the world for him, Angela felt certain.
He had now reached a point where he could not escape her. Even if he married her and became wealthy himself, he could not leave her.
Angela raised her hips while tightly squeezing the manhood thrusting inside her. As their hip movements grew rougher and their desires intermingled, Dion’s eyes gradually lost focus, and he exhaled heated breaths with soft m*ans.
“Ha, uh…”
“Ahnnng.”
When they reached cl*max, Angela felt bodily fl*ids surging inside her. With each hot fl*id pushing into her, she felt something hot welling up in her heart.
‘Finally, you’re mine.’
As the moment of cl*max ended, Angela collapsed onto Dion’s body. Then she embraced him in her arms, enjoying the afterglow.
With not only their skin touching but also their hearts connected, this moment was so moving that tears welled up in her eyes.
All her efforts to tame Dion had paid off. Because of that, he was now Angela’s. Forever.
fin.
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