Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Aaaaah.
The duke had her on her back in a flash, and she could only writhe and moan as he cupped her painfully swollen tits. She knew she should care about whether or not the driver knew what they were up to, or that people they were driving past might see them through the windows. She knew she should care about such things...but she just couldn't, with desire having already turned her brain into mush, and all Mary could do was beg for more.
"P-Please, R-Rathe..."
Rathe's entire body jerked at the sound of his name on her lips. It was the sexiest fucking sound, and it had him getting rid of her dress in no time.
Ah, fuck.
She really did have the most incredible taste in lingerie, with both her skimpy bra and panties made from the sheerest of lace. It was delicate and seductive...just like her.
Mary colored when she saw the way the duke was staring at her breasts as he palmed them.
"I'm s-sorry," she stammered. "I k-know they're not cute and small—-"
"Are you fucking kidding me, little pearl?" Rathe groaned. "I love that they're so fucking big they perfectly fit my hands."
The duke was already bending his head as he spoke, and she was no longer able to reply.
Aaaaah.
She had been so, so lucky that in all the years Bartholomew had been her stepfather, his fanatical beliefs had somehow kept him in check, and the fact that members of his church frequently visited their home had also helped.
As such, this was her first time to experience anything sexual, and it had Mary's eyes prickling with tears, the moment she felt Rathe's lips close over the straining tip of her breast.
Ooooooooh.
He suckled her nipples one at a time, and he did so with such fierce hunger that she couldn't keep herself from clutching his head as her body arched up and she ended up pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth.
A gasp escaped her when his hand suddenly slipped between their bodies, and she could only gasp again as he penetrated her pussy with one finger.
His finger pushed deeper into her, and another cry slipped past her lips.
"R-Rathe..."
The duke steadily thrust his finger in until he was knuckle-deep inside of her pussy.
"Rathe!"
And then he was fucking her with his finger, and it was too beautiful, too much, too fast all at once.
Pleasure exploded from within, and Mary could feel him watching her as she sobbed his name out over and over.
An indefinite amount of time passed before she could find the strength to open her eyes, but fear gripped her chest as soon as she did.
Oh no.
She scrambled up to a sitting position, and he did nothing to stop her as Mary hurriedly slipped back inside of her dress. She closed her eyes for one panicky moment, but it was as if his image was indelibly imprinted on her mind. It was as if he was everywhere, really, with the way his scent had turned into a permanent perfume on her flesh and the burning memory of his touch was now like second skin for her still-tingling pussy.
Mary was genuinely terrified, and she had to force herself to meet the duke's shuttered gaze. "What do you want from me?" she whispered.
"Everything."
"W-Why?"
"One reason is because I'm a selfish bastard used to having everything..." A humorless smile twisted over his lips. "But another reason is because it feels like I'm fucking nothing...when you're not with me."
His words felt sweet and deadly like poison, and they made it so hard for her to breathe.
"I d-don't understand."
If it had been any other girl, Rathe would have contemptuously considered the words as coy. But because this was Mary, and even now he could see that she was just too damn young and innocent for a jaded heartless soul like him—-
It was just too late.
He wanted her despite knowing she was forbidden to him.
He wanted her and only her, and so, selfish bastard that he was, Rathe forced himself to ask her to become his mistress.
"A...mistress."
Rathe could see that something inside of her seemed to die at the words, and only years of self-control kept him from taking it back. He didn't want to give her empty or false promises. Even if she was the only girl he wanted to marry, he couldn't.
Wouldn't.
Because to do so was to break his promise to his own mother.
Unease stirred inside of him as he watched Mary disappear back into her dorm. Something suddenly didn't feel right, and his sense of foreboding only worsened as time passed by.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Rathe tersely instructed his chauffeur to drive him back to the university, and he got to Mary just as her own stepfather was about to rape her.
Chapter Four
Mary had never imagined herself as some rich man's mistress. But she had also never imagined herself to be so indebted to the duke. If not for Rathe barging into her dorm room that night...