He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized her face thoroughly. Then he muttered quietly.

“No. You weren’t there. There was never a maid like you among her attendants. What exactly is going on?”

What does he mean?

Bella looked at Everitt with confused eyes, then shook off his hand. As she tried to back away further, her heel caught on something—a table leg.

“Ah!”

As she lost her balance and began to fall, Everitt immediately wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her sharply toward him. Suddenly finding herself in his embrace, Bella gasped in surprise and pushed against his chest with both hands.

“Let me go!”

But Everitt didn’t release her. Holding her in his arms and looking down at her, he could see straight into the pale cleavage inside her dress. With his gaze fixed blatantly on her br*asts, Everitt asked.

“Do you like any man as long as he’s male?”

“What nonsense is that?”

The arm around Bella’s waist tightened.

“The other day, you were clinging to Lord Rowell, and today I find you completely enamored with that singer. Does it mean you don’t care who it is as long as he has a c*ck between his legs?”

“Wh-what did you say?”

Everitt grabbed the front of her dress with his other hand and pulled it down sharply. This time, he didn’t use enough force to tear it. Thanks to that, her white br*asts were precariously half-exposed.

“Gasp! What are you doing!”

Bella screamed and struggled with all her might to escape from him. However, Everitt paid no attention and instead slipped his hand inside her dress, grabbed one br*ast, and pulled it completely out.

As he squeezed his hand, a moan escaped from Bella’s lips. Through his fingers, a reddish mark stood out prominently on the soft, plump flesh of her br*ast. Everitt spoke mockingly.

“Who left this pretty mark? Rowell? That singer from earlier? Or some other man?”

Bella’s face turned bright red. It was a love bite that Blake had left while sucking on her br*ast.

She thought she had covered it well with her dress, but it seemed Everitt had seen everything when he looked down at her from so close.

“Wh-what I do and with whom is none of your business!”

Everitt brushed his thumb over the red mark.

“That night, I kept thinking the same thing over and over. When you showed concern for Windswell Grand Duchy’s dignity, instead of letting you go, I should have relieved my er*ction with your body. Today, I don’t intend to have the same regret.”

First Blake, and now Everitt?

The blood drained from Bella’s face. Since he had ultimately let her go after tearing her dress and forcing her to hold his manhood, she thought he would just toy with her a bit this time too before letting her go.

Bella grabbed his wrist that was holding her br*ast with both hands and pulled hard as she cried out.

“I have a lover! Th-this mark was left by my lover. Do you still want to do this?”

“You’re not saying Blake Rowell is your lover, are you?”

“…Ah!”

Far from removing his hand from her br*ast, he squeezed it so hard that she screamed.

“Don’t lie. When you were sick in bed and nowhere to be seen, that man attended every ball and danced countless times with the Princess. The Princess was his only dance partner.”

Why? The moment she heard those words, her heart sank. She already knew. Even though she knew she was just a substitute.

“Let, let go. Please… let me go.”

Bella’s voice trembled finely. The hand that had been squeezing her br*ast slipped away.

Everitt looked down at the tears welling in Bella’s eyes and muttered.

“I never thought being kicked away while being called crazy would feel better.”

The next moment, he grabbed Bella’s hair and pulled it back. Her neck arched fully. As Bella gasped for breath, Everitt looked down at her face imperiously and said coldly.

“I’ll give you a chance to compare. Between his and mine, which one will drive you crazier.”

He kissed her forcefully while still gripping her hair. Bella squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips remained stubbornly closed.

In response, he twisted her n*pple.

“Nngh!”

With her moan, his tongue invaded between her parted lips. As Bella tried to pull her tongue back in surprise, Everitt wrapped around it and sucked hard. Her moans and delicate breaths were instantly drawn beyond his lips and disappeared.

Having conquered Bella’s mouth, Everitt entwined his tongue with hers, bit and pulled at her lips, while his fingers began to roll her n*pple.

After twisting and rolling it a few times, blood rushed to her n*pple and it soon became stiff.

Everitt kept her hair pulled back as he slowly moved his lips downward. He began to descend along her arched neckline, leaving deep, devouring kisses.

“Ahh…”

With each touch of his lips, Bella’s body jerked involuntarily. Her chest felt like it would burst from trembling. Her body was gradually heating up.

With his lips pressed against the curve of her plump upper br*ast beyond her collarbone, Everitt mockingly said.

“I did say you had br*asts worth displaying openly, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it. How readily you offer them.”

“I-I’m not doing this on pur-pose, ah, ahhh…”

Everitt took her n*pple into his mouth. The n*pple that had stood er*ect from his fondling disappeared into his lips with a wet sound, and was immediately sucked hard. The stimulation was so intense that her unfinished words transformed into moans.

As Everitt gripped and sucked on her br*ast, at some point he bared his teeth and bit down lightly, causing Bella to arch her back with a shallow scream. Her lower abdomen tingled without even being touched. Bella shuddered as she felt the area between her legs growing hot and wet.

‘No. That can’t be. This is just a physiological response to stimulation. I’m not feeling… I’m not enjoying this. I can’t be.’

Only one br*ast was exposed outside her clothes, so only that one was being persistently tormented. As if trying to cover Blake’s mark with a new one.

The other br*ast hidden inside her clothes, felt unbearably itchy. Before she knew it, Bella found herself wishing he would suck the other side too.

She didn’t realize that her breathing had quickened, nor that she had stopped resisting.

Everitt removed his lips from her br*ast and now nibbled on her earlobe, whispering.

“I thought you just looked good, but you taste good too.”

The low baritone vibration raised goosebumps, and some strange sensation flowed down her spine along with a shudder. It was close to excitement, but a chilling sensation she refused to acknowledge.

The hand that had been gripping her hair traveled down her back and grabbed her b*ttocks. His fingertips were dangerously close to the sensitive area between her b*ttocks, making Bella repeatedly inhale with trembling breaths.

Something massive and hard had been pressing against her stomach for a while now. Escape was now impossible.

Bella gasped out like a moan.

“I-I’ll use my hands.”

Everitt removed his lips from her earlobe. His burning red eyes looked down at her.

“You just need me to relieve, right? Then rather with my hands…”

“Anywhere is fine. Mouth, hands, or your back hole. But shouldn’t we use the hole your lover used if you want to make a comparison?”

It was tremendous confidence and, at the same time,e tremendously insulting. Her shallow trick thrown to avoid the situation didn’t work.

While Bella was left speechless at his vulgar expression, Everitt lifted her with one arm.

Holding Bella, he swept the large desk clear with his other arm. The stacked documents crumpled and scattered across the floor while extinguished candlesticks and ink bottles fell and rolled on the carpet.

He placed Bella face down on the desk after roughly clearing away the obstructing items. Bella’s face turned pale.

‘Surely he’s not going to do it here? Not even on a bed, but on a desk?’

The bedroom must be right next door, yet he couldn’t be bothered to make that small effort?