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“Sin… it’s a word that suits me, not you.”
A mesmerizing low-pitched voice rang into my ears. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) It sounded heavy and deep as if it came from a cave. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
It was a devilish baritone, like a deep rumble from a cavern. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Lily didn’t seem to notice how it sounded like he was restraining his anger. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
This was the first time she heard his voice. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
“Tell me. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Who were you mourning for until our wedding day today?”
Lily wore a plain black dress that covered her from neck to toe in uncomfortable and unsightly fabric. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Even if she really was mourning, the outfit was just too excessive. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
“Is it for your first husband who died during the war? Or is it for your second husband who died recently?”
“It’s not like that. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) I’m really… Ah!”
He turned her over until she was on all fours. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) A hand mercilessly slid into her dress. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) The sound of the stiff fabric crumpling accompanied her scream. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
It was obvious what a touch to the inner thigh meant. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Tension and fear curled in her gut as the duke firmly held her by her hair, causing her to look up and see the sacred artefacts and statues on the wall. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Her conscience flinched. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
Lily shut her eyes and his voice pierced through like a punishment once again. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Read latest Chapters at mtlnations.com Only
“Or were you thinking about your third husband’s―my―death?”
Duke Vladislav de Winter. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) And as of today, Lily’s third spouse. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
They were supposed to be having their wedding in this very chapel. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
Lily was unable to answer his question as his fingers unexpectedly dug into the apex of her thighs. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) Thick, calloused fingers spread her flesh and brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)
Electricity coursed through her body. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM)