I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 5.10 - Banquet (R19)

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 “Hmph……!”

Breath rising to her throat, she pounded on the man’s broad shoulders.

The man’s massive shoulders did not back down from Iona’s gestures.

Without giving her a chance to breathe, the man pressed on and led her towards the bed.

“Stop… Can’t breathe…!”

“You need to breathe through your nose, wife.”

The man said, lightly biting the tip of her nose.

As Iona regained her senses, she found herself lying on the bed.

Her gaze, which was blankly staring at the ceiling, was interrupted by a man climbing on top of her.

The man pressed his lips to her white cheek, to her exposed neck, and then to her collarbone below.

“Uh…”

Her toes curled, and her lower abdomen tingled. A moan naturally escaped from her slightly parted lips.

The man’s lips moved back up to her face, brushing against her full eyelashes, sunken eyes, and white cheeks.

Iona’s hands began to tremble again.

An unresolved fear remained in a corner of her heart. The trembling of her fingertips every time they touched was proof of that.

The man, noticing her trembling fingertips, intertwined his hand with hers. His thick fingers dug into each joint, locking them together.

“Just leave me be… Uh. You’re worried about me…”

Iona managed to say.

“There’s no other intention, uh!”

“I know.”

Carvain said, biting into Iona’s neck.

“I’m keeping you alive, aren’t I?”

Carvain continuously kissed the trembling fingertips, then made her wrap her white arms around his neck.

The man whispered as he kissed her red lips.

“Hold me tight. I’ll make all your anger go away.”

The trembling white arms embraced his massive body. His body, armed like a weapon, poured onto Iona.

It was the beginning of a long night.

“Uh, ugh…”

A moan leaked from their joined lips as Carvain tore through her dress.

He unraveled the elaborate dress made of layers of fabric and tightly grasped the hidden white thighs beneath.

“Do you wear all these layers to tease me? Huh?”

Carvain grabbed her thigh and pressed it against his lower body.

“No, huff, ugh… I don’t want to…”

“Don’t want to?”

He forcefully pulled down the fabric covering her round br*asts, revealing her white chest. He tightly squeezed her br*asts, causing her pain.

“If you don’t want it, then why are your n*pples erect?”

“Oh, ah. Carvain, hah.”

“Huh? Who are you trying to entice with your erect n*pples? Iona.”

Carvain flicked her n*pple with his fingernail.

“Ahh, ugh, oh~.”

Moans, as if boiling, escaped from Iona’s lips. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and her neck arched.

“Please… huh? Carvain…”

Though she pleaded for him to not touch that sensitive spot, she seemed unaware that it only ignited Carvain’s desire even more.

“….hah~!”

Biting her n*pple, Carvain twisted it with his fingertips.

“Did pretending not to be married excite you? Hm?”

“Hah, ah, yeah. What… what are you talking about? Huff!”

Unexpectedly, Carvain sucked on her br*ast with force.

“Hah~!”

“You need to answer properly, Iona.”

He urged her as he spat out her name. He kept stimulating Iona by rubbing her soaked br*asts with his palms.

The sensation of her hardened n*pple rubbing against his palm made her toes curl involuntarily.

“If that excites you, should I continue? Huh?”

Carvain closed his eyes and laughed sensually as he extended his tongue to lick her br*ast.

This guy is obsessed with weird things again.

Iona sighed inwardly.

“That’s not what I meant, ah…”

“My dear Lady Hardin. Are you allowed to do this with me?”

Carvain spoke as if he couldn’t hear Iona’s denial.

At the same time, his hand tore through her dress and entered between her legs.

“Hngh…!”

Her inner walls, not yet completely w*t, resisted his fingers. Carvain didn’t care and forcefully pushed his long fingers inside her tight walls.

“Ah, ah…!”

“What are you going to do to your future husband?”

“Hu, huh… Hmm!”

“You already know the taste of my c*ck.”

Inserting his index finger, he released the tight grip of her inner walls, which clung to his finger like an adhesive paper.

“Why aren’t you getting w*t? Lady Hardin.”

“Ugh, ugh. Huh.”

“Is it because I’m not your husband?”

“Please, stop… Hm!”

Carvain continued to provoke her, perhaps because he was not pleased with her entrance earlier into the ballroom as Lady Hardin.

Yet, his fingers didn’t stop moving, diligently exploring down below.

“Why? Are you ashamed?”

“Hmm… huh, what, what?”

“You’ve declared that you’re going to see the second generation with me.”

“Ah!”

He murmured quietly as he pushed one more finger into her.

“Ha, ugh, ah…! Ah!”

Moaning and unable to close her mouth, Iona whimpered as he fiercely pressed against her, just like thrusting.

Each time he pushed his fingers in, Iona’s juices flowed without end.

“Isn’t it shameful for a woman to get impregnated by a man who is not her husband?”

“Ah, ah… I did wrong, ah!”

Iona, who had reached her cl*max, convulsed, her legs trembling.

Carvain removed his fingers from her v*gina. As she had just reached her cl*max, her inner walls clung to his fingers, as if begging him not to leave. He gently wiped the tight wall that had stuck to his fingers with his thumb, and a satisfying moan escaped her lips.

“Well. You’ve had too much to be ashamed of.”

Carvain licked his finger, with Iona’s fl*ids on it.

The sight of his red tongue sliding in and out of his mouth, licking the finger, was intensely provocative.

Iona couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight, like a chimeric creature emerging from hell.

Having licked Iona’s fl*ids, Carvain gathered the l*quid on the tip of his tongue and kissed her.

“Hmph…”

Although she said she didn’t want it, she didn’t refuse and opened her mouth when he approached.

Carvain sucked her tongue as if he were robbing it from her, wearing a satisfied smile.

“Umm.”

When he teased her tongue and stimulated the delicate inside of her mouth, as well as the weak palate and the area under her tongue, moans flowed continuously from the contact between their mouths.

Carvain drank in every last drop of her saliva, sliding his thumb down to stimulate her cl*t hidden beneath the covers.

He wrapped his arms around her white body, pulling her lower half closer to him as she tried to flee in surprise when he dug his fingernails into her.

He pulled down her dress, exposing her chest, and the long hem of the dress was pushed up, leaving Iona wearing a disheveled dress around her waist.

The hem of her dress was already a mess, soaked with her juices.

Carvain spun her around, forcing her to get down on all fours like an animal.

“Why, why….”

“Good girl.”

As he suddenly turned her around, Iona asked, confused. Carvain reassured her and put his hand under her skirt, pulling down her panties to reveal her b*ttocks.

As her position changed, the dress that had fallen covered her tempting b*ttocks. Frustrated by this, Carvain tore the dress off and threw it on the floor.

He held her white b*ttocks tightly in his hands, leaving marks, and buried his head.

Mmmph..”

Holding the white b*ttocks apart, Karvein buried his head into her g*nitals.

An intense desire emerged.