Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 105

“No way. Did I ever train you? Answer me. When did I ever train you? Did I threaten you to spread your legs?”

“No, but…”

“Then why are you spreading them for me right now?”

It was a sharp, cutting question. Lily shut her eyes in shame. Paul was right. She was willingly offering herself because she wanted his c*ck inside her.

“No…”

“Go ahead, beg for it. Beg for me to shove it in until your obscene pu**y.”

Gripping his hard shaft, Paul lined the tip up with the opening under her underwear, pushing the thin fabric inward.

“Please… put it in… Paul…”

Just teasing over her underwear wasn’t nearly enough. The aching opening craved more than this half-hearted touch, it needed something to stir deep inside.

“So desperate for it, huh? You’re spilling your guts without even thinking. Shouldn’t you at least hesitate, you lewd woman?”

“Paul, please, hurry…”

“What’s the point of talking? You’re so turned on already, right? You can barely stand the wait, can’t you?”

Paul could feel the twitching beneath the thin fabric. Instead of removing her panties, he continued to rub over them and torture Lily with anticipation.

Watching her shudder with every tease made him want to torment her even more. It stirred a sadistic urge inside him. Paul clicked his tongue.

“Paul, please… just f**k me already…”

The more Lily begged, the less he wanted to give in. Though part of him wanted to thrust into her wildly, the urge to keep teasing her won out.

“Why do you keep making me want to tease you? When you act so cute like this, it makes me want to save the main dish for later, doesn’t it?”

Paul made her close her thighs, wedging himself between them. He began thrusting, grazing her entrance.

“You’re so cruel… I hate you…”

It wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Lily whimpered and cursed him silently as Paul leaned over her, groping her chest.

Every man was cruel. There wasn’t a single good one. Was this what people meant when they said all men are wolves? Lily swayed weakly, her breasts bouncing from the force of gravity.

As Paul’s movements over her panties grew faster, so did his ragged breathing.

“…Paul…”

Her voice sounded like it was on the verge of tears as he urged him again. Teasingly, Paul lined the tip of his shaft with her entrance. He thrust his hips upward, pressing just the length of a finger’s depth into her through the fabric.

“Ugh, I swear… I want to hit you… So annoying… You bastard…”

Even curses spilled from Lily’s mouth. Paul chuckled lowly, planting playful kisses on her hair, thinking she looked so cute.

“Oh, am I a bastard?”

“Do you even need to ask…? You torment people like this…?”

She shot back incredulously. Did he not even realize he was tormenting her? She let out an exasperated sigh.

“People? You’re not a person. You’re a b*tch in heat.”

“Screw you… Paul…”

“If I die, there’ll be no one to screw you, though.”

“…”

It was shameful to give in to pure physical desire, but in her overheated state, the thought of not having anyone to relieve her needs was unbearable. Lily gritted her teeth in frustration.

“Forget Grand Duke Kneiss. What about me, Lily? Hmm? I’ll f**k you every day. I’ll take care of you.”

“‘Take care of me’? More like torment me!”

Lily’s sharp retort only made Paul laugh again, his voice rumbling low in his throat. It was just too fun to tease her with how she reacted every time.

“All you want is for me to f**k you, right? Be my wife, Lily. I’ll eat you every day. Marry me.”

“No… Absolutely not!”

“Wow, that’s harsh. It doesn’t have to be that bad…”

Paul pushed her panties aside, pressing his tip into her wet entrance and stopped just inside. The heat and tightness made it feel like his shaft was melting.

“Ah… Please… just put it in already…”

Lily wriggled her hips side to side, trying to push him deeper. But Paul grabbed her hips, pulling back to keep his distance.

“I said, marry me. Why aren’t you answering?”

“I already told you no…! Paul, you bastard…!”

Why was he still teasing her at this point…. It drove Lily mad with frustration..

If it weren’t for this position, if they were face-to-face, she would’ve slapped Paul at least a hundred times by now, she thought, grinding her teeth.

“What was that? I can’t hear you when you say you won’t marry me. Damn it, what am I then? Just your s*x partner? Am I just a d*ldo you use whenever you feel like it?”

“That’s right. You’re my s*x toy… So hurry up and f**k me, Paul…!”

Furious, Lily didn’t hold back. She knew Paul was at his limit, too, with prec*m leaking out of him.

Her entrance clenched and sucked at his tip, demanding to pull him in, working hard to make him cave.

“Ah… Hu, damn… Where did you even learn to do this…?”

As her body tightened around him, as if to wring him dry, Paul gritted his teeth. His shaft swelled, aching to be buried deep inside her.

“Ha, really… Can someone really change this much in just a few months? Where did that shy lady go?”

“I’m still shy…?”

“Oh really? So your desire to get c**k is stronger than your shyness?”

Paul shook his head in disbelief. The Lily from that day in the garden now seemed almost innocent in comparison.

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