Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 113

The idea that she had seduced Moritz with her body still made no sense to Hartmut, but he couldn’t deny the allure of Lily’s place, as constricting as it was devouring him.

Even more so, he felt the desire to be with her even more.

Lily wept softly. The man already saw her as nothing more than a harlot. In a life-threatening situation, she felt his harsh penetration in her throat and her body grew wet below.

To be excited in such roughness… What kind of pervert was she? The shame was overwhelming…

Her tears, her reddened eyes and cheeks, and her beautiful eyes—whether they glare or resented—only served to fuel Hartmut’s desires.

Hartmut looked at Lily and his member intensified. The shaft visibly pulsed.

“You’re this wet, it would only be polite to use it, right? If you don’t want it, just say so.”

She couldn’t say no. Her trembling insides were no longer satisfied with just fingers. She craved something larger, thicker—his thing.

Silence often means consent, especially in such cases. Despite being given a chance to refuse, Lily’s flushed cheeks and her longing gaze at his swollen member told it all.

Hartmut wouldn’t miss such a frank response.

“You don’t say no even as you squirm. Are you crazy for men? Or are you crazy for this?”

Hartmut pressed firmly on her cli*oris with his thumb. Even a slight touch made Lily flinch with sensitivity. It was cute even to him.

Despite typically having no interest in cute things.

“Well, it happens. Women often throw themselves at my status, wealth, or power like moths to a flame.”

Hartmut spoke mockingly, and Lily bit her lip. As much as she hated to admit the arrogant man, she knew women wasn’t merely attracted to him because of material things.

His sharp, handsome features and his jawline that made one swallow saliva sparked a desire to be someone special.

“Even those women, when they give themselves, act as if they’re giving something precious.”

A seemingly gentle touch came from Hartmut as he tucked a strand of Lily’s hair behind her ear.

“Even after I’ve abducted you and kept you here, you still want me. Hah, is that genuine? How thirsty for s*x must you be?”

“……”

Unable to utter a denial, tears continuously streamed down her cheeks. More terrifying than being violated by such a man was the fact that she wanted him.

And that terrifying reality had already taken place. No matter the degradation and the shame accumulated, she wanted to have s*x with him. She even started to believe that he hadn’t done anything too bad.

“Do you know who I am?”

Lily shook her head slowly. She had no idea who he was, let alone why he was doing this. She could only speculate that he might be related to Moritz.

“You want this without even knowing who I am.”

Hartmut grasped his firm p*nis and rubbed it against the slick valley. The tender petals drew a twisted smile up his face.

“N…o… please…”

“Hartmut Pax.”

“Yes…?”

“That’s my name. You might have heard it before.”

The tip gently ground against her petals. He slowly twisted here and there and slowly sunk into Lily’s tight entrance.

“I, I don’t…”

There was no character like that in the game, but for some reason, the name felt connected to Moritz. Where had she heard it? No matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t remember.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know.”

Whether she knew or not wasn’t important. Hartmut grasped Lily’s legs and spread them wide on the desk. Seeing him lying on his desk like this, the pace of his thrusts quickened.

Squelch, squelch. The smooth, sticky sound of friction echoed.

There’s no way she had seduced Moritz with this allure. That man wouldn’t have fallen for just a woman’s body. Hartmut thrust vigorously, as if trying to prove something, fighting back the climax that approached.

“You’re feeling it, aren’t you? Your face looks ecstatic.”

“No… no…”

Even that brief reply was choked with a moan, and Lily clenched her fists tightly. She didn’t want to moan while being violated by Hartmut Pax, the kidnapper who threatened to kill her.

“Just let it out. You look like you’re struggling.”

Hartmut maintained an indifferent expression, then scoffed at the sight of Lily writhing with pleasure with each thrust.

“I thought I was forcing you, but it seems you’re enjoying it more.”

His cold grey eyes made her feel even more ashamed.

The man doesn’t seem to care. She was the only one feeling this way, being treated so roughly by a kidnapper…

The movements between her legs grew stronger. The pleasure swirling inside her inner walls made her entire body tingle. The more she tried not to feel, the more vividly every sensation came alive.

“How many people could feel pleasure in such a situation, regardless of gender?”

His questioning voice carried no emotion, just dry and indifferent. It made Lily’s shame intensify.

That indifferent voice continually poked at the already shameful feelings she harbored. Lily’s self slowly softened under Hartmut’s relentless manipulation.

“Say something. Curse me, yell at me. Deny it. Say you’re not feeling this. That you didn’t want this s*x.”

“Please… stop. Please…”

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