Chapter 38

"You sent your fiancée back without even touching her."

Leon clicked his tongue as he pulled out his fingers.

"To think Jimmy Blanchard Jr. would go to such lengths for me. How touching."

Winston mentioned Jimmy again. As the guilt and fear he had tried to forget came rushing back, Grace bit her lip hard. The pain from the reopened wound was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

He moaned as he tasted the fluid on the tip of his pinky. To an outsider, he looked like a nobleman savoring a fine wine.

"To send a gift that suits my picky taste. You know me better than I know myself, don't you?"

He took a deep breath, looking like a bull about to charge at the sight of red.

"Even as an enemy, I must commend your skill."

Winston reached for the knot of his tie. The black silk tie slipped off and hung neatly on the iron railing at the foot of the bed. Next, he removed the pin that held his shirt collar in place, placing it neatly on the table at the foot of the bed.

Grace watched Winston undress with a sense of helplessness, her intimate area exposed as if on display.

His face was solemn, like a priest performing a sacred ritual before a significant event, but his eyes, looking down at the offering, were vulgar.

His long fingers undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. As the shirt parted, his chest rose and fell visibly.

The shirt, folded neatly in half without a wrinkle, hung beside the tie. Next, his black belt was hung, and as Winston unbuttoned his pants, a copper-colored shaft sprang out.

His penis, as if the previous incident had never happened, throbbed with blood and stood erect.

The sight of the snake, eager to enter her body again, made her throat constrict with pain.

Their breathing grew rough for entirely different reasons. Winston, looking down at Grace with eyes full of desire, pointed to the space between her spread legs.

"Spread them with your hands."

The woman glared at him and slowly reached between her legs. Her slender fingers pulled the skin, revealing a pink target with a red hole in the center, ready to be penetrated.

"Feeling how it is to beg an enemy soldier to spread and enter your own intimate area, even calling yourself a revolutionary?"

Leon pressed his palm firmly on the woman's lower abdomen, which was glaring at him. He pressed his lower body close to the space between her legs, which were immobilized by just one hand. As the hot flesh brushed against the wet skin, the woman stiffened.

"It will hurt."

He warned her, holding the base of his penis and aligning the tip with Grace's vaginal opening. Should she offer a kiss in gratitude for his gentlemanly warning? Grace closed her eyes tightly and shuddered.

The pressure subtly pressing on her vaginal opening already made it hard to breathe. The pain was excruciating, even with just a finger. How much more would it hurt with that thick flesh? It seemed impossible for it to enter at all.

This is torture.

Grace recalled how to endure torture. She took deep breaths, repeating the same words in her mind as if casting a spell.

"Ask for it."

The sudden voice made her open her eyes. Winston was looking down at her with eyes that seemed ready to devour her whole.

"For what? You're going to do it anyway."

"Maybe I'll listen if you ask."

"Doesn't mean you'll listen just because I ask, right?"

"Smart girl."

His lips curved into a crooked smile. To Grace, it was a sneer, but it was actually a regretful smile.

Something was missing. He realized that the 'Sally' in his imagination screamed when he violated her. This woman was too well-behaved, having already lost her will.

"Then, say something like this. Remember what Sally used to say when she brought me my meals?"

"Enjoy your meal, Captain."

"Every time you said that, I wanted to throw you on the table and devour you greedily."

How far was he going to mock her? Grace shouted through gritted teeth.

"Enjoy your meal and fall into hell, aah!"

Leon thrust his hips hard. The blunt end of his penis slammed into her vaginal opening, tearing the flesh that had been pushing him back.

Their waists bent backward simultaneously. Their lower bodies, now joined, trembled violently. The man and woman, standing at the extremes of pain and pleasure, contorted their faces and moaned together.

"Ah, it hurts, ah…."

"Ugh, too, ah, tight…."

Her body, already tight enough to barely accommodate him, contracted even more, trying to push out what he had barely managed to insert.

"Relax."

"It hurts! Please stop!"

"Stay still."

Winston grabbed Grace's waist, which was writhing in pain, and pushed his penis into her vagina inch by inch. Her legs, spread to their limit, twitched, trying to escape from him.

It seemed endless. Every time she thought he was fully inside, he would thrust his hips, mocking her, and the path of pain would grow longer.

Grace, pushing against the man's chest as he pounded into her, begged.

"Please, ah, stop putting it in."

But she stopped begging when she saw his face, filled with ecstasy.

Right. Begging is useless. The more she begged, the more he enjoyed it, pushing that terrible weapon in until the end.

Grace covered her mouth to stifle the pained moans that threatened to escape. He was a man who derived pleasure from others' pain. She didn't want to show him how much pain she was in. But it was a futile effort.

Leon thrust his hips every time the muffled screams in her mouth subsided. The inner walls, which had resisted stubbornly like their owner, finally opened wide and accepted the invader completely.

He explored the tight, pulsating vaginal opening, which resembled the lips that had held him, with its edges torn and filled with blood.

He paused his thrusts for a moment. Just admiring the woman, with his penis buried to the hilt, made him feel like he was about to climax.

When he stopped moving, the woman moved. Her inner walls, seemingly unsure how to handle the invasion, pushed and pulled at his penis.

It might really be over.

It was beyond imagination. She didn't know her insides could be so hot. The moist inner walls, constantly sucking at his sensitive spots, made him feel like he was melting.

"Ah…."

He pressed his hand on her lower abdomen, which his penis was buried in. The woman convulsed. When he swung his penis, buried in her flesh, to familiarize himself with the inside, she writhed as if electrocuted.

"Ah, stop…."

The heaving chest, the panting breaths, the left hand clutching the sheets and trembling, the right hand pushing against his lower abdomen, and the tightly constricting inner walls.

Every reaction the woman showed to his thrusts was incredibly arousing.

Leon began to pull out his penis, which had been buried to the hilt. He was hasty when entering but leisurely when withdrawing.

Until the copper-colored flesh was completely stained with the woman's blood.

The mucous membrane, which had clung to the flesh, tore with a sound. The woman's body jerked violently.

The moment he pulled out completely, he felt a sense of emptiness. The woman's insides looked just as empty. The hole, which had been as small as a needle, now gaped open to accommodate his thickness. The reddened inner walls, visibly twitching, were clearly visible.

"Ah…."

His heart raced when he saw the droplet of blood on the tip of his penis. He was always excited by blood, but the thrill of the blood this woman would only shed once in her life was overwhelming.

Leon pulled the crying woman into a crushing embrace. He inhaled a shaky breath, savoring the tears on his lips.

The tears, filled with the pain of being conquered by him, were sweet to the point of being dizzying.

"Damn…."

It was a crazy thought, but the woman, a spy who had insulted him and the daughter of his enemy, seemed quite lovable.

Lovable enough to want to tame and keep by his side.

This time, he kissed the corner of her mouth, which had been torn by the rough penetration, and whispered softly.

"Grace Riddle, you're mine now."

At that moment, the woman turned her head sharply, refusing the kiss.

She was still deluding herself. Believing she hadn't been conquered by him.

There was a long way to go before she was tamed. Leon was more than willing, very happy to take that journey.

"Aah!"

The penis, which had been outside, was thrust deep into her vagina in one swift motion.

"Miss Riddle, how does it feel to have your cherished first taken by a pig of the hated monarchy?"

Leon Winston was a master of torture. He knew all too well how to violate not just Grace's body but her soul.

"You didn't save it for me, did you? What a pity."