Predatory Marriage — Chapter 190. Appearance (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
Warnings: Sexual abuse, attempted sexual assault.
“Ahhh, Your Highness, ahh, more, do it harder…!”
Lady Mirael’s naked body glowed in the light of the bedchamber as she embraced Blain’s neck seductively. Blain paused in his thrusting and drew a deep breath, motioning to Leah to sit down. He was drenched with sweat.
“Don’t look away,” he ordered as Leah went to sit in the chair beside the bed.
Her hands clenched as she fixed her gaze at the man and woman entwined together. Lady Mirael moaned louder as Blain thrust again, but he was watching Leah as she sat trembling in her seat. The sight electrified him. Roughly, he pulled his manhood out and let it rest on Lady Mirael’s belly.
Quickly, Leah looked away, releasing the breath she had been holding.
The room reeked of an unpleasant stink. Though she wanted to leave this room as soon as she could, Blain never let her go easily. Pushing Lady Mirael away, he climbed out of bed, his manhood swaying before Leah, wet and dripping with many kinds of fluids. He ran his hand through his damp hair.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
It was disgusting. It was repulsive. Leah tried to open her mouth obediently, but quickly had to cover it with her hand as she gagged and retched. Blain stared at her with cold blue eyes.
“You can’t even do that?” He asked with a twisted smile. They were engaged and soon would be married, but Leah and Blain had never had s3x. Every time he touched her, she started shivering and felt nauseous.
He had ignored her protests once. He had tried to do it by force while she cried and begged, but after she had fainted, he gave up. Now, she just had to watch him have s3x with his consorts.
Normally, he let her go after she patiently watched, but today was different. Just as she managed to stop gagging and opened her mouth to apologize, he slapped her face, a sudden shock of intense pain. Bewildered, she covered her cheek with her hand, looking up at him.
“Surely you’ve sucked his c0ck. Is mine dirty?”
Incredibly vulgar words. Leah clenched her teeth as pain stabbed into her skull. Her ears rang. She couldn’t take it anymore. Scrambling to her feet, she fled.
She could hear Blain calling, but she didn’t look back. The pouring rain drenched her, and she didn’t care. To avoid pursuit by his attendants, she slipped into the palace garden and soon came to a fountain of the male Deity.
Leah visited this place occasionally when she was tired. It was almost always quiet, so she could be alone here, and even with the fountain overflowing from the rain and the ground scattered with sodden leaves, she felt comforted.
The moment she sat down on the damp stone near the fountain, her tears overflowed. Hugging her knees, she sobbed.
She was so humiliated and ashamed. She had never been with another man, so she didn’t understand why Blain said such things. Where was the man she loved? It felt as if he had disappeared like a dream.
The pouring rain mixed with her tears. Her cheek ached. Between her sobs and the rain, she didn’t hear the sound of rustling leaves, but suddenly the rain stopped. She could still hear it, but it was no longer falling on her. Startled, she looked up.
An immense man stood before her, taller by far than she was and covered entirely in a hooded robe. He was holding an umbrella over her.
Goosebumps broke out on her skin as her heart pounded, aching so much it felt as if it were being crushed. She didn’t understand why this was happening.
“Who are you?” She asked sharply, instantly defensive. “Identify yourself.”
But he didn’t answer. His gaze shifted her cheek and Leah covered it quickly, embarrassed. She didn’t want anyone to see her looking so disgraceful. But the man had been watching her for some time, and he slowly pulled down the hood of his robe to reveal golden eyes.