6.2

Every time the tip of his arousal brushed against her swollen cl*toris, pressing and rubbing against it, Larisa’s stomach churned with heat. She whimpered, her cheek pressed against the bed as she panted.

“Please… ah…!”

Even as she begged, Pavel didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to leave bite marks on the back of her neck, his grip on her waist growing even tighter. His back, waist, and hips moved with a relentless rhythm, his muscles rippling with each motion. He exhaled hot breaths against her back, his panting growing heavier.

“Haah… mmph…”

Pavel’s movements became more frantic, as though he was racing toward release. He pressed his cheek against hers, his thrusts growing more erratic. Larisa’s moans grew louder in tandem, and she could feel the slick wetness pooling between her legs.

“Ah… ahh!”

“Ugh…!”

With one final thrust, Pavel stilled, his lower half pressed firmly between her thighs. His er*ction twitched, and a warm, sticky substance spurted out, soaking the clean white sheets and Larisa’s thighs. The scent of his release lingered in the air.

While Pavel groaned in the aftermath of his climax, Larisa felt increasingly restless. She hadn’t been able to reach her own peak, and her frustration grew. If only he had touched her a little more—or better yet, pulled down her underwear and entered her properly. She longed to feel him deep inside her, pounding against her inner walls.

Instinctively, Larisa pressed her hips back against his, grinding against him. She even moved her waist in small circles, as if to coax him into continuing. Pavel seemed to notice her subtle movements. His breathing began to calm, and he slowly released his hold on her. Larisa collapsed forward, exhausted.

But instead of continuing, Pavel simply withdrew from between her legs. Even though he had already cl*maxed, his arousal remained rigid and imposing. Larisa turned her body to look at him, her face betraying her hopeful anticipation.

Pavel, however, bit his lip in frustration. Without a word, he turned away from her, climbed off the bed, and adjusted his clothes. He pulled up his trousers and straightened his robe, his back turned to her the entire time.

Confused by his behavior, Larisa sat up, her upper body trembling. She called out to him in a pleading voice.

“Pavel…”

“…Go to sleep.”

“What…?”

Without sparing her a single glance, Pavel left the bedroom. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the room, leaving Larisa stunned. Only then did she realize she had been abandoned. The once-heated air in the room had cooled, and goosebumps formed on her arms.

Did he just… reject me?

Pavel, fully aware of Larisa’s desire for him, extinguished his own urgency and left the room without properly consummating their first night together. 

Larisa couldn’t understand the situation at all. Why? If he left the room now, everyone in the mansion would know they hadn’t properly consummated their marriage. Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

What followed was sadness. She glanced down at her bare body. The traces of his seed on her thighs had already dried into faint marks. She felt like nothing more than a tool to satisfy his lust—a disposable object used and discarded.

Tears began to fall. Droplets landed on her hands, the bed, and her bare legs. She couldn’t say a word and simply cried silently for a long time.

That night, in the Duke’s bedroom, Larisa was the only one who fell asleep.

* * *

She thought rumors would spread that she had been abandoned by her husband right after their wedding. She worried about how the Duke’s servants would look down on her. Yet, to her surprise, no such rumors arose, and the servants treated her with even greater care and respect.

And although she believed Pavel would never come to her again after leaving her that night, she was wrong about that too.

“Ah… Pavel, wait… ah!”

Contrary to her assumption that Pavel would often be away from the mansion, he was there almost every day. It seemed he would leave early in the morning for his duties with the Knights and return soon after.

Whenever he encountered Larisa, Pavel would drag her into the nearest room and ravage her body with an almost desperate intensity. If she showed even the slightest discomfort or hesitation, he would say, ‘Didn’t you agree to do everything I ask?’

Those words felt like a spell, leaving Larisa with no choice but to submit to him.

Pavel seemed obsessed with humiliating her. He would yank down her dress, exposing her chest, and suck on her skin voraciously. Sometimes, he would lift her skirts and tease her womanhood with his hands.

He would deliberately pinch and press her sensitive nub, causing her to release small amounts of fluids, and then, with his fingers wet from her essence, he would lock eyes with her as he licked them clean, leaving her mortified.

He even had no qualms about crawling under her dress. Larisa lost count of how many times she had been overwhelmed by the sensation of his tongue exploring her most private places. He would bring her to climax repeatedly, leaving her utterly spent, only to abandon her and leave the room as if nothing had happened.

“Ah… ahh!”

Today, Larisa had been caught by Pavel as she was leaving the library. The books she had been carrying now lay scattered on the floor. She found herself lying on the carpet, clutching at the hem of her dress while her legs were spread apart. Pavel, holding her legs over his shoulders, was thrusting his fingers deep inside her.

A clear fluid gushed out again, soaking the carpet beneath her with its lewd scent. Larisa writhed and trembled, her movements syncing with the rhythm of his fingers.

The thought of someone walking in and finding them had long since left her mind. Each time his fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, her vision exploded with white stars.

“Ah… Pavel… I… can’t… anymore… ah!”

Even as she called out to him pitifully, Pavel didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed his thumb firmly against her swollen cl*toris. The sensation was like fireworks bursting inside her, and Larisa threw her head back, sobbing as her body convulsed.

“Ahh… ah!”

“If you keep crying like that, everyone will hear.”

He murmured teasingly. Larisa knew this too, but she couldn’t stop herself from making noise. Pavel, who knew her body so well, relentlessly targeted the places she couldn’t endure.

“Ahh… ahh…!”

Larisa’s body shook violently as she reached another peak, her vision going completely white. She collapsed, her strength drained. Only then did Pavel slowly withdraw his fingers from inside her. The sensation of his fingers leaving her made her shiver.

Panting heavily, Larisa turned her gaze to Pavel. His face remained composed, almost indifferent, though a faint sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. Most notably, the bulge in his trousers was impossible to ignore.

As she wondered if he would leave her like this again, Pavel extended his clean hand and helped her sit up. He stared at her for a moment before standing and saying, 

“Fix your appearance before coming out.”

“Pavel, wait…”

However, without even pretending to listen to her, Pavel left the room.

Larisa couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Every time, Pavel would push her to her limits, teasing and tormenting her, only to leave her behind. Not once had he ever fulfilled his desires with her. Since that first night, when he had spilled his seed on her thigh, Larisa hadn’t even seen his manhood, let alone his bare body.

Each time Pavel left her after using her body for his teasing, Larisa felt abandoned. It was as if he wanted her to experience the same sense of rejection he had once felt. Pavel never embraced her, never stroked her, nor kissed her tenderly. He treated her as if she were nothing more than a tool to satisfy his whims.

Shaking legs still trembling from the residual sensations, Larisa forced herself to pull up her underwear, which had been hanging off one ankle. She staggered to her feet, and her gaze landed on the book carelessly thrown on the floor.

It reminded her of herself, discarded and pitiful, and it made her feel even worse.

In the end, Larisa sank back down to the floor. Covering her face with both hands, she let out a deep sigh, and tears welled up immediately. 

To avoid sobbing aloud, Larisa bit her lips tightly. Even so, she could endure this—no, she had to endure it. Wasn’t it only proper to show respect to Pavel, who had entered into this unwanted marriage to “save her”?

Hugging the book to her chest, Larisa adjusted her expression. No matter how much Pavel treated her like a mere plaything for his lust, she didn’t want to show her despair to anyone else.

Straightening her posture, she left the room.

Larisa thought that if she endured and lived like this long enough, she would adapt, and perhaps Pavel’s heart would soften, even just a little. But she soon realized how wrong she was.

* * *

“Madam, the weather is lovely today. How about going out for a ride?”

“Well…”

“There’s a small lake not far from here. You could take a short walk around there. You’ve been staying inside the mansion too much lately.”

Hearing Bailey’s concern, Larisa hesitated. Three months had passed since her marriage to Pavel, and Larisa had followed his instructions to avoid socializing with others. As a result, she hadn’t stepped outside the mansion in all that time.

In truth, it was suffocating. Before, she had spent nearly every day attending social events, meeting people, and, when time allowed, riding out to the nearby countryside, just as Bailey suggested. She had never spent so much time confined within a single space.

Then, one of Bailey’s remarks swayed her.

“It would be nice if the Duke could accompany you, but he said he’ll be late today due to his duties with the Knights.”

“Is that so…?”

If he wasn’t around, surely it wouldn’t hurt to step out for a brief moment to get some fresh air. After all, he had never explicitly forbidden her from leaving. After a bit more deliberation, Larisa nodded.

“Alright, let’s go out for a little while.”

“You’ve made a good decision, Madam.”

When Larisa emerged in a riding-friendly dress, she was met by three knights standing with her horse. Surprised, she asked them, 

“What is this about?”

“We were instructed to escort you wherever you go, Madam.”

“I’m only planning to visit the nearby lake for a short ride. It’s not far.”

“Even so, it’s our duty to ensure your safety.”

The knight who appeared to be their leader was resolute. Since it was Pavel’s order, there was no way they could disobey. Besides, it wasn’t as if having someone follow her would make any difference, as she was just going for a brief ride. Larisa nodded in agreement.