The Ruthless Circumstances of the Monstrous Duke - Chapter 28

Just then, there was a scurrying sound of a small animal running somewhere.

Marienne jumped up from the table and leaped into Nigel’s arms. And she buried her face in his sturdy shoulder.

“I’m scared.”

Nigel stood stiffly, with Marienne’s legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Bewildered, his hands couldn’t decide whether to pat her trembling back or push her away.

Her fragrant scent wafted over him strongly. Frowning, he rolled his confused eyes and saw their shadows reflected on the wall. Pressed together as if they were originally one.

The man in the shadow seemed to mock him. Was it okay for his heart to beat so fiercely for a woman he should destroy? Wasn’t his palm too hot for someone he intended to trample?

“Duke…”

Her eyes, looking up at him after lifting her head, were red and swollen. He wanted to suck them, like a madman.

Barely suppressing the urge, Nigel finally examined her carefully. The woman who, despite pretending to be brave, must have sobbed for a long time in the rain and in the abandoned cabin.

Then, an ambiguous question was thrown into his turbulent heart.

So, am I satisfied with the traces of this woman’s unhappiness? Do I want to snicker and mock her? Am I desperate to break her even more?

Why can’t I answer immediately?

Marienne’s curly hair flowed down over her large eyes.

As if it tickled, she blew a puff of air, making her hair fly up.

The rising hair tickled Nigel’s Adam’s apple before settling down.

No lady would clear her hair with a puff of air like a ruffian.

Aware of her action, Marienne blushed and lowered her gaze. On her exposed nape, traces of last night’s lovemaking remained.

Nigel’s expression, which had softened at her odd behavior, became fierce again at the marks he had sucked and bitten.

“Um… Duke.”

Marienne opened her mouth, brushing aside her bothersome hair.

When her cute ear was revealed, Nigel’s throat moved up and down impatiently.

“Why.”

At that deep voice, Marienne felt intimidated but gathered her courage.

“Thank you. For coming to find me despite the bad weather and for staying with me like this. You even gave me water earlier. Duke, you…”

Nigel’s eyebrow raised, seemingly to bury the rest of her words.

“You can be prickly at times, but when I get to know you, you seem like a kind person. Like the image I have of you from long ago.”

At the woman’s clear expression, Nigel’s insides, which had started to twist since wandering in the rain, finally turned over completely.

He admitted that he had lost his senses to a woman’s body for the first time. He had no defense if mocked as an inevitable male.

But kind?

Had he acted so foolishly towards this woman?

He would have been glad if she had slapped his cheek and spat at him, telling him not to toy with her.

He was even willing to feel somewhat pleased like a pervert.

Gratitude and kindness? Were these words he should hear from a woman who tried to repay him with a living hell?

Could there be a greater insult?

Had he been so soft? This bastard.

Self-deprecating anger rose to the tip of his throat.

This trivial woman, where had his eyes gone to her obvious body.

Nigel sat Marienne on the table and roughly pulled down the sheet she had wrapped around herself.

When the startled Marienne hurriedly covered her chest, he coldly snapped.

“Look at your body. And your mouth. It’s not just swollen, it’s torn. How can you be grateful after being treated like an animal all night? Thankful?”

Nigel glared at her, clenching his jaw. His ashen eyes burned dangerously.

“When trampled, you should roll over. When hit, you should rightfully bend your waist, and when cut, you should bleed. Not only are you fine, but you’re grinning and thanking me – what does that make the bastard who trampled, hit, and cut you? Or is this your way of mocking the other person?”

“Don’t say such things. It’s not your true feelings.”

Sparks flew from Nigel’s eyes. His hand immediately grasped Marienne’s neck.

“What do you know about me?”

“Ugh! Ah!”

As his grip tightened, Marienne desperately grabbed his forearm.

“Don’t speak lightly. What you know isn’t everything.”

Tears flowed from the corners of Marienne’s eyes as she raised her chin and breathed heavily. As her airway constricted, her breathing became labored.

Nigel pushed the struggling Marienne down on the table and bent over her.

“Extinguishing the light in your eyes and erasing the smile from your lips has become the meaning of life you’ve given me. So, Marienne Rose, you should be in agony. You should be miserable and devastated. You should curse me as a damn bastard and go crazy. But to be grateful… How filthy do you think that makes me feel?”

As she struggled violently, about to lose consciousness, Nigel loosened his grip.

Marienne inhaled desperately, her chest heaving greatly.

As her ragged breathing subsided, he wiped her tears with his lips. His greedy tongue even licked away the moisture clinging to her eyelashes.

Their eyes met. Sorrowful questions and violent doubts floated in the silence. The pouring rain grew even fiercer.

When Marienne tried to avoid his tangled breathing, Nigel attacked her lips. He bit her tongue as she tried to escape, clutching her chest.

The wound on her mouth reopened and the taste of blood spread, but Nigel sucked like a hungry beast.

He scratched her protruding collarbone with his teeth and left dark marks on her chest as he lowered his head between her legs.

After rubbing his nose bridge roughly against her coarse pubic hair, he pushed his tongue into her closed slit. He slid along the delicate curves of her tender flesh and dug into the hole he had tormented all night.

Grasping her soft buttocks, he groaned and pressed his face closer. And he greedily licked the sweet liquid flowing clearly.

There was no place untouched by his breath, nor unbrushed by his lips and tongue.

Eventually, Marienne sobbed while tangling her fingers in his black hair, and he drank her in thoroughly as if he had lost his mind.

The sound of water dripping from the ceiling mixed embarrassingly with the friction of tender flesh being sucked into his lips.

Having satisfied his greed, Nigel rubbed his wet lips against her pitifully trembling thighs and raised his body.

“Haa, haa…”

A terrible gaze fell on Marienne’s panting face and her sharply raised n*pples.

Nigel lewdly licked the fragrant moisture on his lips. Then he flipped her over on the table and forcefully thrust himself into her soaking core.

A sharp cry rose. Even as it grew shorter and mixed with sobs, he did not slow his hip movements.

As he did so, he forcefully turned her face back and attacked her lips as if biting them.

The old table creaked as if it might break at any moment.

“J-just, sl-slow… Ah! Ugh!”

Her chest, rubbing against the surface, turned red.

Nigel grabbed the back of Marienne’s head as she tried to raise it and pressed it down on the table.

Grasping her raised buttocks savagely, he lowered his burning gaze.

In his hands was a white, smooth, enchanting body that was chewing on him gently.

A vicious witch who shamelessly disheveled and subjugated him, trying to break him in the end.

He should have killed her the day they met again.

Marienne’s body tensed, then soon shuddered and squeezed him tightly.

Nigel pulled out his heated c**k and rubbed his hot lust on her back, spilling it.

Marienne’s body went limp as she panted heavily. But his unsatisfied c**k was still hard.

Because the wet night was far from drying, Nigel plunged into her again.

The violent downpour showed no signs of stopping easily.

Marienne couldn’t fully remember that night.

In the end, the table broke, and she was pressed against the wall. At some point, she was shaken while clinging to him.

Then they both collapsed on the floor, and her last memory was of crawling away.

When she lifted her heavy eyelids, it was already daylight.

She opened her eyes to the sound of birds and saw sunlight slanting through the broken door.

As Marienne unconsciously tried to get up, she bit her lower lip. Every part of her body, arms and legs alike, had become like rags.

The broken table, scattered clothes, and the shattered door panel visible beyond – the cabin was truly in ruins.

The man who had wrecked all of this, including herself, was asleep. His face, breathing evenly, looked peaceful. Her nail marks were vivid on his broad shoulders.

Marienne shook off the lingering heat of pleasure and put on her not-quite-dry chemise.

Feeling chilly, she looked at the hearth, but only ashes remained.

Hugging her raised knees, Marienne stared at him blankly.

And she thought and thought about last night’s harsh words and their strange relationship.

“Hmm…”

Soon after, Nigel also stirred and opened his eyes.

Coming to his senses, he saw Marienne staring at him intently and closed his eyes again, raising his toned arm like a shield over his forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking at you, Duke. More precisely, at the person whose life I saved.”