That moment was still vividly pictured before her eyes. Bella almost let out a gasp, forgetting she was pretending that her sanity hadn’t fully returned yet.

‘I thought only his face was the best in this world, but below his neck too…’

Bella simply admitted it. Even if they disagreed and argued someday, just seeing his face would make her smile, and if he sulked but pretended to unbutton his shirt, she wouldn’t be able to help but peek inside.

His body, as beautiful as a sculpture from the age of gods, had sword scars here and there, but even those only added to his masculinity. And on his back… there were scars scattered like constellations that made it impossible for Bella to hate him.

Even though she had seen his body intimately every day since their reunion, seeing him in this beautiful formal attire, and moreover, with that formal attire torn open to reveal his body, was unbelievably *rotic.

To think this man is my husband.

“Big… very, pre-pretty…”

Bella stammered without realizing it. Whether it was because she truly thought so while touching his chest, or because she was reminded of being harassed by him on the balcony last summer, she couldn’t tell.

‘You fool, why are you stammering?’

Unable to finish her sentence properly, she blushed deeply. Then, suddenly looking up, she saw Everitt gritting his teeth, trying to hold back laughter.

“What is it? This doesn’t work as revenge if you’re like this.”

“Sorry…”

She felt a little annoyed. Bella pinched his n*pple, which was attached like a small seed at the end of his muscle. Everitt drew in a breath.

“Hnngh…”

His chest expanded greatly, and through Bella’s palm, she could clearly feel his heart beginning to race.

Everitt’s red eyes blazed as if on fire. He spoke softly in a deepened voice.

“Next was when you came to deliver the letter.”

He had sucked on her chest, which had another man’s lip marks on it, as if to cover it with his own, before pouncing on her right on the office desk. Saying he would give her a chance to compare f*cking with that guy.

Now Bella’s face couldn’t get any redder.

Strangely, all the humiliating memories she had felt then were gone, and instead, the sensation of being thoroughly aroused came vividly to mind. That feeling of being penetrated continuously even while gasping at the peak of cl*max…

“Then shall we go to the office? You’ll need a desk.”

Everitt’s voice had already dropped low, clearly showing he was quite excited.

Indeed, what was so special about a desk? The bathtub, dressing table, drawing room, dining room, cigar room, and even the greenhouse—it would be hard to find a place in this castle where they hadn’t devoured each other.

Once, they had barely restrained themselves from lifting her dress in the corridor and entered any room they could find. That room happened to be the office, and they made love right there on the office desk.

Far from recalling the past with shame, Bella had been so aroused that she pulled down her own dress to expose her br*asts and seduced Everitt. She had been too busy crying and digging her nails into his shoulders to even remember that she was being taken on a desk.

How could she feel humiliated now about doing it on a desk? It was obvious they would both just get thoroughly aroused.

“Are you going to leave the room dressed like that?”

“It’s not like I’m n*ked… Besides, there’s no one on this floor today anyway.”

Still, Bella didn’t particularly want to go all the way to the office right now. Looking around the room, her eyes fell on a large console. It seemed a good enough size to substitute for a desk.

Everitt also noticed where Bella’s gaze had settled. He swept away the decorative items on the console as if making an offering, and when Bella gave him a slight push, he obediently lay down with his upper body resting on the console.

She took both his wrists and pressed them above his head.

“Now your wrists are tied. Don’t think about moving without my permission.”

“As you command, Your Grace, the Duchess.”

Bella pushed him down, and though he lay obediently and answered respectfully, l*st was dripping from his two eyes as he looked at her. It felt like watching a beast caught in a trap, unable to move. The moment the trap was released, he would surely pounce on her and devour her completely from head to toe.

But for this moment at least, he was caught in the trap.

The sweet smell of champagne mixed faintly with his body scent. Through the wedding attire that she had torn open with her own hands, his marble-like chest rose and fell with rough breaths.

Bella reached out her finger with a trance-like expression and traced down along his firm abs, stopping at his lower abdomen. The front of his pants was frighteningly bulging.

“Bella…”

Everitt uttered her name like a m*an.

Despite having a look that suggested he wanted to tear her wedding dress to shreds, all he did was this. His two hands remained fixed above his head where Bella had pressed them, as if nailed in place.

Watching him like this, Bella felt a sadistic urge she didn’t know she possessed.

“To think you’d be lying here in such a mess, in such a lewd state.”

She kept a smile on her lips as she moved her finger, which had stopped just below his navel, downward again.

When her finger touched his firmly *rect manhood through his pants, she pressed down mercilessly and stroked all the way down.

“Why did you do that only to me?”

“Nngh…!”

Everitt moaned, his chest expanding greatly. She could clearly see his forearm-sized member writhing with enough force to seemingly tear through his pants. Wrinkles formed between his brows, casting a sinister shadow over his eyes wet with desire, and the shadow on his tightly clenched jaw became pronounced.

Yet he kept his wrists fixed and didn’t move them. As if they were truly tightly bound.

“I was… I was wrong. Bella… Back then, I was wrong…”

“Saying I was lewd, that I was wetting myself crying from pleasure…”

She had heard countless apologies for what happened last summer. And she had long accepted his sincere apologies. Even so, Bella deliberately asked that while gently pressing on his waistband. It was purely because she wanted to hear Everitt’s voice begging mixed with m*ans.

“Bel…la! My, fault, nngh…”

Who knew a man’s moaning could be so *rotic?

Everitt merely moaned, his chest heaving and his waist twitching. Watching him lying immobile on the console, responding to her every gesture, she could somewhat understand. Why the male leads had tormented her so much last summer.

‘This is fun. It makes me want to keep doing it.’

She deliberately put on a cold expression as she unbuckled his belt. His c*ck, *rect to the point of bursting, sprang out as if it had been waiting In contrast to his marble-like skin, that dark, rigid member was already dripping pre-c*m. It was so large that both hands couldn’t fully grasp it, and the protruding veins writhing made it look fierce, yet it matched Everitt, who was lying helplessly exuding sensuality, terrifyingly well.

Bella bit her lower lip gently and swallowed dry saliva. Knowing all too well what pleasure that thing would bring her, just looking at it made her feel wet down below.

With just a little seduction, Everitt would surely make her cry out all night, but…

Now was the time for revenge.

Bella deliberately taunted:

“Actually, the one wetting… themselves from pleasure is you, isn’t it?”

As she said this, she stroked the shaft with her palm. The muscles on Everitt’s jawline subtly protruded. Hnngh… A suppressed m*an barely escaped through his teeth, but his c*ck couldn’t hide its excitement and twitched. As if it couldn’t bear the desire to enter her right away.

He moved his hips, rubbing his c*ck against Bella’s palm. She could hear the growling sound from deep in his throat.

“What are you doing?”

Bella slapped his thigh with a smack.

“What did I say that day?”

“That you would do it with your hand.”

“Not that!”

He specifically chose the words she had uttered, trying to escape the situation somehow.

Bella gave Everitt a slight glare. She had to clench her teeth to keep from bursting into laughter.