Chapter 33

The nickname "vampire" for Camden was no exaggeration.

The sound of sucking blood was so explicit that Fred, whose limbs were bound, wanted to cover his ears but couldn't. Grace's eyelids, which were tightly shut in pain, trembled. The scene reminded him of a vampire movie he had seen before, and Fred shivered.

"Ah!"

"Haa..."

The moment the tightly pressed lips parted with a loud pop, a groan of pain and a breath of excitement intertwined.

"Ugh..."

A moan filled with lust escaped the lips wet with blood and saliva.

Winston held Grace as if she were his own, firmly embracing her. His arm, which was wrapped around her waist, moved up the curve and squeezed her plump breasts. The round flesh under the maid's uniform was visibly compressed.

"Heh, not here, ma... "

Camden's vampire ignored Grace's plea, burying his head in her neck again and glaring at Fred with only his eyes wide open.

The intense anger that had burned in his eyes was gone. A vulgar pleasure flickered in his unfocused eyes.

It was only then that Fred belatedly realized what Winston was demanding from Grace in return.

"Ha, don't."

His saint was being defiled by a demon.

Gathering his courage, Fred pleaded through his chattering teeth. But when Winston didn't stop tormenting Grace, his plea soon turned into a threat.

"Stop it, I said!"

Is this belated guilt? Or just a show of bravado in front of a woman?

Whatever the psychology, the coward began to make futile boasts.

After handing this woman over to me, you have the nerve to act so shamelessly.

Leon stuck out his tongue and licked the bloodstain on the woman's slender neck, making the beast even more frenzied.

"Don't touch Grace!"

"From the way you're acting, you must be her fiancé."

For the first time, the woman, who had been so compliant until now, shook her head. Leon's lips curled up, understanding that the man was not her fiancé.

"You've deceived me quite well. Honestly, I was impressed by your ability, but I would have been disappointed if you had promised to marry such a fool, Miss Ridley."

As he pressed his lips to Grace's neck again, Fred spat out another ridiculous threat.

"Th-the Commander-in-Chief won't let this go..."

"Stop it, Fred."

"Does he not know that we've been on a date?"

Leon continued his mocking, disguised as boasting.

"A date with the last princess of the noble Ridley family. And to receive such a passionate kiss, it must be a glory that will last in the family."

As Fred's eyes wavered, the woman shook her head again, this time a gesture directed at the imbecile. Leon chuckled, understanding that it wasn't what he thought.

"Ugh..."

He turned Grace around in one swift motion and grabbed her neck.

"So, you were a prostitute who would kiss anyone for a duke."

"No, that's not true."

"Be honest. Did you also receive orders to seduce me and extract information?"

The woman shook her head, but Leon, who knew it was a lie, tightened his grip.

"Choke... breathe..."

"You made the same sound on the billiard table that day. Do you think I'm naive enough to be fooled twice?"

The woman, whose face turned bright red in an instant, dug her nails into his hand. But Leon, consumed by greater anger, felt no pain.

All her flirting, her charming behavior, and her occupation of his bathtub in the middle of the night were just part of a honey trap.

"How ridiculous you must have found me. Right? A fool who didn't even know you were an enemy."

It was humiliating to have been deceived by a spy's cunning trick. All the things he had done for this woman, driven by his infatuation, now seemed even more pitiful.

"Yet, you didn't even complete your mission to spread your legs for me and tried to escape. What a pathetic spy."

As his vision flickered and went dark, the hand that had been choking Grace's neck suddenly fell away. He staggered and collapsed. Grace, who had no time to feel the pain of hitting the hard floor, gasped for breath.

"Haa, haa..."

"Fortunately for you, I'm still a fool who doesn't know you're the enemy."

Grace lifted her head. A black demon stood a step ahead, his back to the light. Even in the darkened vision, the prominent part that stood out like a horn was clearly visible.

"Miss Grace Ridley, you need to complete your mission."

The madness in Winston's smile made Grace shudder and close her eyes tightly.

The rustling sound of clothes being removed filled the air as Winston asked mockingly.

"Do you teach your women how to please men in your honey traps?"

Don't make false accusations. We are not as vile as your royal pigs.

Considering their lives, Grace swallowed the words that had risen to her lips.

"So, when a woman from the Blanchard family is captured, everyone in the upper ranks drools. And you, the daughter of a prostitute who charmed many military officers with your mouth, will have at least a dozen men in the West drooling for your capture."

How dare you call my mother a prostitute. Grace glared at Winston with wide eyes.

The dirty pervert just laughed cheerfully. He neatly folded his officer's jacket and placed it on the table, then rolled up his sleeves to the elbow.

The actions of someone about to torture.

"The last prostitute from a long line of prostitutes falling into my hands. I have high expectations."

Winston bent forward and extended one hand to Grace. The gentlemanly hand would soon molest her body like a thug. Grace glared at the disgusting hand and then at the wall.

"Send me somewhere else."

Winston, muttering incomprehensible words like a madman, glanced at the sobbing Fred and shook his head.

"Did you know? In the old days, they used to have witnesses in the bridal chamber on the wedding night."

You can't expect common sense from an inhuman person. Grace leaned towards the dagger in his other hand.

"Rather kill me."

Winston chuckled as if Grace had been making a cute coquettish gesture and straightened up.

"At least I'll cover your eyes."

While he went to the opposite storage cabinet to get a blindfold, Fred whispered.

"Please... Grace, don't do it."

Grace gritted her teeth.

All this is because of you. Because of you, I have no choice but to do this. As if I'm willingly selling my body.

"If I don't do it, will you?"

The betrayal in her voice was unmistakable.

"Sob... I'm really, really sorry."

"If you're sorry, don't tell anyone about this."

Please, Fred, keep your mouth shut. So no one knows about this shameful act.

At least Jimmy shouldn't know. He would blame himself for putting Grace in the lion's den.

On the other hand, she was also afraid. If Jimmy thinks I'm dirty for being with another man, an enemy... If he rejects me...

'No, he wouldn't. He loves me. Jimmy loves me. He loves me, but I'm with this dirty pervert...'

She repeated the same words like a mantra, feeling utterly miserable, as Winston approached to blindfold Fred. As he bent down, Grace clenched her teeth.

"Honey, why are you shaking so much?"

The tender embrace made Grace shiver even more.

"Are you cold? You haven't even taken off your clothes yet."

A vile smile tinged his concerned words. Winston stood Grace up and sat her on an iron chair used for interrogations.

Due to his slanted position on the edge of the chair, his shoe touched the outside of Grace's shoe, three steps away.

His head tilted to the side. Winston just watched Grace with his index finger on his temple, making no demands or commands.

"Please... No, it can't be..."

The uncomfortable silence was filled only with Fred's sobs.

Winston, like a predator about to pounce on its prey, quietly and persistently scrutinized Grace's body.

The moment his gaze fell on her ankles, wrapped in cheap stockings, he moved.

He crossed his long legs and lifted the shiny tip of his shoe. The skirt lifted, but Grace didn't avoid his overt teasing.

It was meaningless now.

The hard toe of his shoe pushed between her neatly crossed knees. He only stopped tapping the inside of her knees when she spread her legs shoulder-width apart.