Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 112

Shame filled Lily’s chest completely, but even that couldn’t hold back her pressing biological need.

Moments later, the sound of long-held water echoed in the room. As she relieved herself in front of Hartmut, tears streamed down her face. Hartmut smirked, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

Once she was done, Lily was carried back to the study in Hartmut’s arms while sobbing softly. She missed the gentle Moritz terribly. This man terrified her, making her body stiffen and her strength drain away.

“I granted your request, so you owe me a favor now, don’t you?”

“Wh, what… kind of favor…?”

Her words stumbled as though her lips and tongue had gone numb. Caught in Hartmut’s intense gaze, Lily could only part her trembling lips, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

He wouldn’t ask her to cut off a finger, would he…?

Her thoughts spiraled in fear. This was a man who could casually order someone’s death without any hesitation. What might he make her do?

In this world, she had felt everything vividly. Pain, pleasure, even the taste of food. If her body were injured, she couldn’t imagine there wouldn’t be pain. She didn’t need to think twice.

Whatever he asks, she has to do it…

When Hartmut set her down on the floor, Lily knelt before him as if she was a criminal awaiting judgment. She watched as he loosened his trousers and pulled out his hardened member.

“Suck.”

His tone was indifferent, and his expression remained one of annoyance. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her for not doing it well enough? Lily glanced up at him with fearful eyes and opened her mouth. Hartmut pressed himself against her small lips.

It was both familiar and foreign at the same time.

Unlike before, when she had done it on her own terms, the pressure to do it properly this time was burdening. Though her lips parted, she couldn’t bring herself to take him in.

As if expecting her hesitation, Hartmut grabbed her chin indifferently and forced himself into her mouth. When she still did nothing, he slapped her cheeks lightly but firmly.

“What are you doing?”

Even his short command made Lily tremble.

The flesh filling her mouth felt more intimidating than ever. Carefully avoiding letting her teeth touch him, Lily tentatively placed her tongue against the tip. Slowly, she began to take him deeper and sucked it diligently.

Of course, this wasn’t enough to satisfy Hartmut. Lily knew she wasn’t good at this. But she had no choice but to try her best.

Hartmut’s face, which she glanced at nervously, remained entirely unmoved. Even though she was performing oral on what was supposed to be a man’s most sensitive area, he looked utterly bored. Lily felt humiliated and frustrated.

“Wow, you’re really terrible at this. At this rate, we won’t be done by tonight.”

Hartmut looked down at her with an expression of sheer disappointment. His words and gaze made Lily’s chest tighten with sorrow. The feeling grew so overwhelming that it surpassed her fear entirely.

Lily looked at Hartmut with eyes filled with sorrow, yet she couldn’t bring herself to spit out or bite the thing she was holding. She simply stopped sucking him diligently.

“That’s not bad. It’s quite arousing.”

Hartmut, who had roughly grabbed Lily’s soft beige blonde hair as if wrapping it around his hand, forcefully thrust into her throat. Unable to fully open her eyes, Lily merely staggered.

Even Tobias Winkler, who she had thought to be the roughest until then, seemed gentle and kind compared to Hartmut Pax. To Lily, who had only known gentle men, Hartmut was devilishly cruel.

Creak. Creak. Creak. The rough thrusting pushed deep into her throat, and Lily writhed in disgust. She tried to grab his shoe with her bound hands, begging to be released, but Hartmut only looked down at her with an indifferent expression.

The brief yet seemingly long moment ended when Hartmut’s c*m filled her throat. As he withdrew, Lily collapsed to the side.

Hartmut caught Lily’s falling head with his foot, then bent down and grabbed her hair again.

“Does it hurt?”

“Huuu…”

A mix of moans and cries escaped her. Lily coughed to clear the c*m from her throat, but Hartmut covered her face with his large hand and sealed her mouth.

“Swallow.”

A foul smell rose to her nose and mouth. Lily clenched her trembling lips and forced herself to swallow.

“Just like that.”

A praise far from kindness, spoken in a cold voice, his expression still detached.

Yet, as Hartmut stroked her head as though she were an animal, Lily felt a perverse sense of pride, as if she was being rewarded for enduring her suffering.

Hartmut swiftly lifted Lily and carried her to the desk, where he sat her down and ripped her thin dress apart with both hands. Then, he untied the rope that bound her ankles.

“Don’t, don’t do this…”

The moment his large hand grasped her knee, Lily instinctively knew what Hartmut intended to do. She tightly clamped her thighs together and shook her head in refusal.

She absolutely did not want to expose herself to this man.

However, once his hand touched her, her legs parted easily, despite her efforts to resist. Hartmut spread Lily’s thighs and observed her opening that was now covered with slick fluid.

Although he expected it, seeing it made him chuckle derisively.

“Wow, you’re actually like this after being treated so harshly? What’s the word for that? A masochist?”

A low, teasing laugh echoed in her ears. Hartmut sneered at Lily as he inserted his middle and ring fingers into her and roughly stirred inside.

The slippery, wet inner walls emitted a hot heat as they easily engulfed his fingers.

This is quite usable indeed.