I Don't Need the Grand Duke's Regret - Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Translator: effe
It was so clear that he only desired her body.
“Haa…”
As Armilla’s mouth filled with hot breath, Ricardo spread her legs and stood between them. With one hand gripping the table, he pushed Armilla onto her back and delved between her thighs.
Armilla looked anxiously at the door.
“If someone comes…”
“They won’t.”
Ricardo grabbed Armilla’s chin, who couldn’t take her eyes off the door. His purple eyes glinted with a unique color under the candlelight. Ricardo, who was piercingly staring at the terrified Armilla, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
It was a devilishly seductive smile.
“I would rather someone come. To show that you are mine.”
At the murmur filled with intense possessiveness, Armilla’s heart sank. She quietly clenched her skirt.
Ricardo was treating Armilla like an object. Something picked up from the street.
He was no different from someone who found satisfaction in picking up a shabby item covered in dirt, cleaned them and took care of it.
He had taken care of her, so he can’t bear to see her in someone else’s hands.
The fleeting tenderness he showed Armilla was not out of love for her but for his own satisfaction. How proud he must have been to make the woman who rolled around the mountainside without any memory like this.
His possessiveness was a testament to this. No one but himself could make use of Armilla. She was the doll he had dressed up.
That’s why Armilla couldn’t be excited.
His words meant nothing.
The Grand Duke didn’t want her. He was only using her to spread rumors.
That the Grand Duke had fallen deeply in love with the Grand Duchess.
“Ah!”
Armilla, lost in thought, suddenly opened her eyes. Ricardo was standing between her legs as his member was entering her.
“Focus.”
Ricardo said, looking at Armilla with an intense gaze. Unlike her disheveled appearance with her headpiece off and her hair in disarray, he looked neat and composed.
He spread out Armilla’s secret place in full view, heated with lust. As he came in, she looked at him with cold eyes.
How good would it be if it wasn’t for the rumors? How happy would she be if he really fell for her?
“I told you to focus.”
“Ung-uht!”
Ricardo inserted himself in one go. Armilla’s waist arched abruptly at the sudden and careless insertion.
The sensation of his pillar rubbing against her, without any liquid or lubricant, was closer to pain than pleasure. Ricardo, who thrust into Armilla without any care, wrinkled his eyebrow and spoke.
“It’s tight. It seems to have gotten narrower.”
“N, no.”
Struggling with his overwhelming presence inside her, Armilla answered with difficulty.
“I’m the same… Ah!”
Armilla’s upper body jerked as Ricardo grabbed her waist with both hands and moved.
“How do you know that?”
Flames flickered in Ricardo’s eyes upon hearing Armilla’s response. He moved forcefully, driving his words in each pounding, his movements both relentless and merciless.
Ricardo was forcefully hitting her inner walls, ignoring the places she was feeling. It was completely different from before.
The table Armilla was lying on was pushed back as it squeaked. As she tried to endure the pain and tightly closed her eyes, an angry voice was heard.
“Answer me. How do you know? Did someone else confirm it while I was away from the mansion?”
“N, no, ah! Ah!”
Armilla couldn’t give a proper answer. She couldn’t gather her thoughts because of the pillar that was thrusting into her without mercy.
Through her shaky vision, she saw Ricardo unbuttoning his shirt. He seemed to be out of patience as well.
Ricardo wiped his forehead with a sigh. He brushed his fine black hair back, but it fell back again due to his moving body.
However, he ignored this and continued to wildly move his hips. Unusually for him, Ricardo was unable to control his anger.
Armilla breathed heavily as she looked at Ricardo. He was so disheveled that no one but her would know. He said there was no other woman, so she belonged to him.
To Ricardo, the only woman was Armilla. So, at this moment, he was hers, just as she was his.
The realization overwhelmed Armilla’s heart. Even the pain he inflicted felt overflowing with love. Unable to contain her feelings for Ricardo, she spoke.
“Your Grace, huht, I love you.”
But Ricardo’s expression remained unchanged even with her affectionate confession. Armilla conveyed her confession again and again despite not reaching him. She didn’t expect a response.
He had never said he loved her, even casually.
Every time Armilla confessed, Ricardo completely ignored her. It was as if he couldn’t hear her voice at all.
Armilla’s words of love never reached him.
No matter how many times she said it, no matter how much she said it.
“….”
Ricardo embraced Armilla silently. Amidst her moans mixed with her confession, rough breathing and heat spread. Armilla trembled as he pushed, silently shedding tears.
I love you, Your Highness. I love you.
I love you so much that I want to have your child. But you don’t want a child. You…
“Look at me, Armilla.”
Armilla closed her eyes as Ricardo’s large hand gripped her thigh. He grimaced and thrust his throbbing pillar forcefully.
“Open your eyes and look at me. See who you belong to!”
“Ahk…!”
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