Vulgar Marriage - Chapter 24 - 🔞

Chapter 12.2

The moment she was freed from his grasp, Livi wrapped her arms around herself, trying to soothe the ache in her stomach where the hard edges of his armor had left bruises on her skin. Quietly catching her breath, her eyes darted toward him as he began to remove his armor.

Dominic loomed over her, his gaze fixed on her as he shrugged off his armor. Each piece of heavy metal clanked as it fell to the floor.

“…What are you doing?” Livi murmured, her voice laced with suspicion.

“What does it look like? I told you I’d collect my due once we were back in Celsion. Did you hit your head on the way here?”

Collect his due? What does he mean? Livi’s confusion quickly gave way to dread as her face went pale. Dominic stepped closer and bunched her skirt in a fist, shoving her cumbersome outer skirt up to her waist.

He immediately reached for her chemise, and Livi instinctively recoiled. She hadn’t expected him to treat her with respect, but she certainly hadn’t anticipated that he would raise her skirts in the servants’ quarters.

“Here? Of all places? Have you no decency…?”

Her eyes darted toward the door. It was locked, but what if one of the maids returned with urgent business? What if someone outside overheard and realized what was happening? Her head spun with anxiety.

Livi grimaced, her expression twisting with distaste.

“Take me to a proper room and whatever you want there! How can you be so vulgar… doing this in a servants’ quarters…”

“…Oh, I see. It’s the fact that this is the maids’ room that you find humiliating? I was born in filth, so I wouldn’t know how that feels.”

Dominic smirked as his hand slid beneath her chemise, letting his fingers trace a path up the inside of her thigh.

“Let’s see if it’s truly as humiliating as you claim.”

Dominic’s voice dropped to a tone she had never heard before, one that Livi knew was dangerous. She tried to close her legs, but Dominic was quicker, wedging his knee between them. His hard knee rubbed her sensitive core through the flimsy material of her chemise.

Pain flared from the pressure, sharp and unwelcome, where she still ached from their last encounter. Livi arched her back, her lips parting in a silent cry. The only thing she could do was try not to make a sound, but even that didn’t last long.

Dominic inched his thumb lower, rubbing her tender flesh through the thin cloth. The dull pain quickly turned into a stinging wave.

“Ah…”

A small whimper escaped her before she could stop it. Livi bit down on her lip to stifle any further sounds, but Dominic only increased the pressure.

His palm pushed firmly against her swollen cl*t, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her lower stomach and making a chill run down her spine. Her mind reeled, and the nightmare of their night at the inn replayed inside her mind.

Livi reached out blindly, her trembling fingers clutching at the blanket draped over the sofa. Holding onto something made the pain feel slightly more bearable, but it was a futile bid for control.

Dominic gave her no chance to recover. His fingers ventured lower, exploring until he found her entrance. His fingers parted the fabric and slipped inside her. He showed no hesitation as he invaded her p*ssy, harshly twisting his fingers side to side.

“…Hngh.”

Her breath hitched, and Livi turned her head to the side. Unbeknownst to her, she had reached up to grab his arm. As her fingers brushed against the defined muscles of his forearm, he finally paused, just for a moment.

“Does it hurt?”

Dominic asked as his cold gaze settled on her hand gripping his arm.

“Then cry. Maybe if you cry hard enough, you’ll awaken some pity in me.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

Livi shook her head, shoving his arm away. She had no idea why she even tried to stop him. What was she thinking? What had she expected to accomplish?

Was she actually about to beg him to stop?

‘I’d rather climb to the attic and jump out the window.’

Her face scrunched up in disgust as she whipped her head to the side, and that’s when his fingers plunged even deeper, as if he’d been waiting for her to do so. She could feel every vivid pump, everything that forcibly stretched her tight opening. He twisted calloused fingers in a circle, roughly scraping against her delicate inner walls. Livi’s entire body writhed from the unfamiliar pain, balling her hands into tight fists.

“Ah, hngh!”

This time, there was no way she could stifle the sound. Livi threw her head back against the sofa, trembling in pain. His middle finger mercilessly pushed through her bruised flesh.

Stop. Please, just stop.

Livi squirmed, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out. The pain radiated through her body and left her limbs weak and trembling.

By the time he finally stopped, Livi’s nails had torn into the sofa, leaving long scratches in the upholstery. She realized, dimly, that her lip was bleeding from how hard she’d bitten it to stay silent, and her breaths came in ragged gasps.

Dominic brushed her sweat-soaked hair out of her face.

“Does it hurt?”

“…”

“Would you like me to make it better?”

Livi’s weary eyes met his, her expression blank. His lips curled into a faint smile, and he removed his fingers from inside her. He held them up to her lips.

“Suck.”

“…What?”

“Put them in your mouth, and suck.”