Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 120

Last night, Hartmut didn’t know if it was intentional on Lily’s part, but he nearly fell under her spell. He almost found it funny that he had underestimated her, who had seduced Moritz.

He struggled to contain his pleasure, overwhelmed by his body’s eager response and the strong tightening sensation of her inner walls as if they were incredibly compatible.

The sweet voice that whispered ‘Hartmut’ at the climax.

What were the odds that all of this was just coincidence? There were two likely possibilities: either Lily Ravenas had a talent for manipulating people’s minds, or she was the type to obsessively crave love.

Given her low self-esteem and self-worth, the latter seemed more likely.

But even if it was the latter, he couldn’t let his guard down. There were moments when Hartmut wanted to take her hand, which she reached out in desperation, and pull her up to comfort her.

“Why should I suppress my desires, Lily Ravenas?”

As Hartmut approached, Lily’s body trembled. She feared him, yet she also wanted to embrace him. Lily wanted to escape from him.

“You are just a toy to me. I play when I want, and discard when I’m done.”

“You can control my body, but that’s it… I still curse you. If only I could escape… if only…”

“Would you stab me in the neck then?”

Lily sniffled and sobbed. She wanted to retaliate, to shoot back, but her voice seemed to freeze, unable to produce any sound.

“It sounds like you didn’t want it, like you didn’t start this with your lustful eyes desiring me from the beginning.”

“I…”

“Speak up. Were you going to make an excuse that you’re crazy about it? That you lose your mind at the sight of a man’s part?”

“…No… that’s not…”

Lily buried her face in the bedsheet and sobbed hard enough to shake her shoulders. Hartmut’s words were harsh, but she had known already. She had wanted him from the beginning. She had enjoyed their s*x.

And still, she wanted him now.

Hartmut unconsciously withdrew his hand from Lily’s shoulder. He then poured some water on a glass d*ldo that had been left on top of a metal drawer, washing off the dust.

“Let’s test it then. Was it just about filling that place, or was it specifically me that you wanted?”

Hartmut grabbed Lily’s folded legs, lifted them, and spread them wide. The traces from last night were gone, thanks to being cleaned with a wet towel before being moved from the mansion to this place.

Lily’s red place was already wet. Really, there was no need for a test. The answer was already clear.

The d*ldo slid smoothly into Lily, who clenched her eyes shut and turned her head away from Hartmut as he pushed it in without making a sound.

“Oh, I forgot about this.”

Hartmut suddenly pulled his hand back and retrieved a triangularly folded piece of paper from his coat. Lily opened her eyes slightly to look at it.

“Curious about what this is?”

A metal kettle, half-filled with water, sat nearby. Hartmut unfolded the paper and poured a white powder into the water. Fear spread across Lily’s face.

“The Pax family supplies dr*gs across all of Cretail. It’s quite profitable.”

“Please don’t… This is going too far…”

“Is this the only thing that’s gone too far?”

It was an undeniable truth. This wasn’t the only line that had been crossed. Abduction, confinement, assault—all of it. Even the fate of her coachman was uncertain.

And above all, Hartmut was someone she had already been forced to share her body with. To spend a night confined with him, if that wasn’t crossing the line, admitting it would be tantamount to accepting it herself.

That it hadn’t been entirely against her will to share a bed with Hartmut Pax.

“Doubt it.”

A low, mocking laugh escaped him.

Lily bit her lip hard to regain her composure. What had she wanted to say to him? Stop committing these crimes?

Stockholm Syndrome. A psychological phenomenon where victims develop positive feelings toward their captor in extreme situations. She knew it well in theory. Hartmut was the perpetrator of this situation. Her mind repeated it over and over. Yet, his twisted smile made her lips want to curve.

Don’t smile. He’s a demon in human skin. You mustn’t… feel… anything for him…

“Were you ab*sed by your father, Lily Ravenas? Your mother’s been separated from him for quite some time, hasn’t she?”

“…”

“Well, that’s none of my concern.”

Hartmut approached, holding the kettle. He grabbed Lily’s chin and forced the liquid into her mouth.

“Urgh… St, stop… Hu-ugh…!”

The lukewarm water flooded her nose and mouth. Lily struggled desperately, trying to twist her head free from his grip.

The water tasted faintly bitter. Had he really added dr*gs to it? What would happen to her after drinking it…?

“You’ll start feeling hot soon enough.”

It was as though he had read her mind. Hartmut answered as he casually pulled a pocket watch from his pocket and pretended to check the time.

An aphrodisiac? A stimulant?

Her body began to flush with heat. Lily looked up at Hartmut with tearful eyes, filled with resentment. She was silently asking how he could do this. Hartmut gently stroked her hair.

“Good girl.”

His words felt like a spell. That enchanting command made Lily lower her gaze. She sniffled and quietly cried.

My body is burning… Please… someone… help me…

“Shall I take you?”

The words were sweet temptations. The thought of rejecting him made her situation feel even more pitiful. Lily shut her eyes tightly. She absolutely mustn’t give in to this demon.