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“I said no. I’m doing to you what you did to me, so you should reject me like I did you.”

“Ah, Bella… That won’t work. How could I possibly reject you? Do you really want to hear such words?”

“….”

Even in role play, she didn’t want to hear words of rejection. Bella pouted her lips and smoothly moved on to the next.

“Next was…”

It was time for the line about comparing f*cking. Bella murmured as she placed her palm on the gl*ns and rolled it in circles, appearing to spread the pre-c*m.

“Since it’s obvious I’m the only one for you, telling you to compare who’s better is useless.”

“Saying such things… nngh… I’m sorry.”

Everitt frowned. She knew well how much he regretted saying those words. He had apologized countless times. Sometimes respectfully, sometimes in distress, or desperately. Each time was always followed by tender kisses or extravagant gifts.

‘I should stop bringing this up after today.’

Thinking this, Bella smiled brightly.

“I know. Back then, you said those things because you were feeling pointless jealousy. If you had just pounced on me right away, I might have been less angry, but you tried to justify it with various reasons. It wasn’t justified anyway, and in your heart you knew you were doing wrong, so were you trying to blame others somehow to make yourself feel a little better?”

“You’re completely right. It was jealousy. I wanted to hold you too, but you had already been held by another man… And you weren’t showing a happy smile, just tears. So I got angry, and I was so envious of that bastard that I wanted to kill him…”

Bella barely managed to hold back her laughter.

When had Everitt become such a man? The time when she thought he was crazy because he was cold, overbearing, and only chose to say nasty things felt like ancient history. Now, at least in front of her, he didn’t hide his true feelings at all.

The truths he revealed were all like this. I felt like I would die if I couldn’t have you because you were so beautiful. I couldn’t bear the fear of losing you, even while holding you, because you were so lovely.

It was as he had said once. If he had just been honest from the beginning, they wouldn’t have had to come this roundabout way.

Bella tried to maintain a cold expression as she lifted her chin.

“I understand, so now just be good and get f*cked.”

At Bella’s crude words, Everitt opened his eyes wide, then lifted the corner of his lips. That smile soon faded. Because Bella hadn’t released his wrists.

Instead, she slowly lifted her wedding dress in front of Everitt. He couldn’t take his eyes off the scene as his wife’s legs, wrapped in white silk stockings, were revealed.

Bella leisurely unfastened the straps of the garter belt that held her stockings in place, and removed the palm-sized undergarment that covered her private parts. Even though they hadn’t shared even a light kiss, let alone f*replay, she was already soaking wet. As her underwear rolled down, her love juices glistened and stretched in long strands. Her seductive strawberry blonde pubic hair was completely drenched, taking on a deep pink hue.

Everitt let out a soft m*an.

Bella enjoyed his gaze that seemed about to burn her up as she removed only her underwear and reattached the garters to her stockings.

“What are you…”

The words “what are you doing” didn’t fully leave his mouth. This was because Bella climbed onto the console where he was lying, with her dress still lifted. The console, crafted with care by the Grand Duchy’s finest artisan, didn’t budge even with both of them on it.

Bella first pressed his manhood firmly against his lower abdomen, then spread her legs and sat directly on top of it.

“Nngh…!”

“Haah…”

Their m*ans intertwined like harmony. As both were wet, they felt hot against each other.

With Bella’s legs spread wide, her moist l*bia parted on both sides, and the most tender part between them made contact with the shaft of his enormous member.

When the soft, tender flesh wrapped around his shaft with a slippery pressure, Everitt couldn’t help but move his hips; and when the thick shaft writhed against her sensitive spot, Bella tilted her head back and moaned. Just the mere contact of their parts already felt good.

But she had no intention of letting him enter. Bella sat down fully, putting her weight on him while keeping his manhood pressed flat against her.

“Ah, Bella…”

Even in this state, Everitt was faithfully following Bella’s orders. Normally, he would have already lifted her up and impaled her on his member, but he was unable to do anything as he strictly obeyed her command to lie still, thinking his hands were tied.

Bella looked down at Everitt and began to slowly rock back and forth, rolling her hips in circles. The veins protruding from his fierce shaft rubbed against her cl*toris as it was pressed down. It was electrifying.

Ah, ah… M*ans involuntarily escaped her red lips. A ticklish pleasure began to simmer gradually from between her legs.

Everitt’s breathing also became increasingly rough. Bella placed both hands firmly on Everitt’s heaving chest and rotated her hips.

“Be-Bella.”

It was their wedding night, of all times.

Watching his wife use his member as a m*sturbation tool before they had even kissed, Everitt felt like he was going to lose his mind.

Though her initial intention might have been to tease him, Bella was now clearly enjoying herself. Her blue-gray eyes half-closed, soft m*ans escaping from her slightly parted lips. Between the beautiful lace dress bunched up like clouds above her thighs, her s*x kept moving back and forth, almost visible but not quite. The sweet fl*id flowing from there was thoroughly wetting even his thighs.

Her two hands braced on his chest. Her br*asts swaying, confined between her smooth arms.

Everitt realized it then. Bella wasn’t wearing a corset now. Just like at the summer palace. That must be why she had looked particularly sensual standing in the moonlight earlier.

If his hands had been free, he would have already pulled down the front of her dress to fully enjoy the sight of those luscious mounds bouncing indecently. Using not just his gaze but his hands, lips, and tongue as well.

Above all, the sensation of Bella rubbing against his manhood kept making it harder for him to endure. Blood rushed to his groin. Goosebumps rose all over and his entire body tingled.

If his wrists had been tied with rope, he would have broken free immediately. But what bound his wrists was Bella’s command. He simply couldn’t refuse her orders.

Instead of grabbing Bella’s buttocks with both hands to spread them and thrusting his member into her entrance, Everitt clenched his fists so tightly that veins bulged in his forearms as he suppressed his urge.

“Ah, ah, ahnng…”

Meanwhile, her face, as she moved diligently by herself, turned bright red. Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, kept scanning his face and the bare skin revealed through his torn top. The way she looked at him while moaning was so lovely that it was too difficult to endure.

She firmly grasped his chest muscles with both hands, then arched her back with a high-pitched “Ah!” m*an, and even went so far as to blatantly stare at his lips while sticking out her tongue to lick her own lips.

Finally, Everitt gave in.

“Ah, please, Bella.”

He swallowed his rough breath and begged her.

“Please let me put it in.”

At that, Bella slowed the pace of her hip movements. Very slowly pressing and rubbing his shaft with her s*x, she said in a sultry voice:

“That day, hnng… when I just asked you to put it in quickly, mmm, you wouldn’t do it.”

“That was…”

“If I put it in like this, wouldn’t you tear?”

The way she smiled triumphantly while saying that was like a seductive demon. It was truly a severe yet sweet revenge. Everitt sucked in his breath.

“Why did I say such things…”

Tearing? That wouldn’t happen. After all the time they had spent devouring each other daily, both knew that with her flowing that much fl*id, she wouldn’t feel any pain even if he thr*st all the way in at once.

But that too was something Everitt had said with his own mouth before. He could only endure it. Just as Bella had done before.

Bella sat astride him dominantly and moved her hand between her legs. Then she grasped the tip of the enormous member that protruded below her joined s*x. And then, rolling the gl*ns, slick with pre-c*m and her juices, in her palm, she began to move her hips again.

“Nngh…!”

Everitt clenched his jaw at the excessive stimulation.