Salvation Through Delusion C118

Chapter 118

Ha. Just slapping a “please” onto the end of a sentence doesn’t automatically make it real begging. Still, his blatantly disguised plea wasn’t exactly unpleasant. That said—I wasn’t about to give in so easily.

“No,” I said. “I’m saving it.”

As if my reason had caught him off guard, his head tilted slightly to the side.

“Why?”

So you’ll stay hung up on me. Even if you hate me.

“Why else? It’d be a waste to devour something incredible all at once.”

I muttered the excuse as I lifted a hand and placed it on his chest. The ridged muscle beneath my palm was hard like a wall, yet it twitched in response to my touch. A sharp inhale escaped him, his chest rising as if he couldn’t quite hold it in anymore.

That seemed to be the trigger.

Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and hips with force and lifted me with ease. Before I could even react, I was airborne—then his lips brushed my ear.

“You still have to eat all of my cock.”

The whisper sent a shiver straight through me. Before that chill could fade, his mouth closed around my earlobe, sucking hard.

I flinched, shoulders drawing up instinctively, but his mouth only grew more relentless, dragging down to my neck and biting, sucking, leaving no room to escape.

I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. A moment later, my body was pressed down onto the bed, my back blocked in.

Things escalated too fast to stop him from tearing at my clothes. Literally—my shirt ended up in tatters.

“Hey, you ripped it.”

As he lifted my legs and stripped my pants away, he curved his lips into a smile.

“No.”

“Yes, you did. Give it here. I definitely heard it tear—”

The words died in my throat.

He had frozen completely, staring down at me like a statue. Only his eyes moved—intense to the point of being oppressive—as they slowly traced my body.

More precisely, my naked body, sprawled on the bed with my legs spread.

Nothing but his gaze touched me, yet my skin prickled as if I were being stroked.

When his eyes settled between my open legs, I felt the urge to snap my knees shut—but I forced myself to endure it. Backing out now would be humiliating.

I was used to looking down at others. I’d never imagined what it would feel like to lie exposed like this, legs open, utterly defenseless.

Strangely… it wasn’t unpleasant.

That massive body looming over me should have felt threatening, yet instead it stirred excitement. Maybe it really was just my disposition.

I decided to enjoy the position.

Slowly, I reached down, wrapped my hand around my cock, and deliberately stroked myself for him to see.

Just a few lazy motions were enough for it to swell, the head growing taut and full. His eyes flared—gold flickering like fire.

That heat in his gaze tightened my lower abdomen. I was used to this reaction, so it was manageable—but the real problem was behind me.

Without my consent, that place twitched again and again, until it felt damp.

“Why?” he asked, instantly noticing.

“My body—”

“Your body?”

There was no way I could say it’s wet back there. But someone as perceptive as him wasn’t about to let it slide.

His eyes swept over me quickly, then he suddenly lifted my legs and spread them wider, his hand sliding down between them.

I tried to pull back, but his fingers brushed between my cheeks.

“Wait—”

“You’re wet. Why?”

Why else? It’s my first time.

I’d never imagined an omega’s body would get wet like that when aroused. And when his fingers grazed that spot, a sharp jolt exploded up my spine from my tailbone.

“Ah!”

A restrained moan slipped out as my brows knit together. What the hell—why is this body so sensitive?

Just being touched like this—if it escalated, how fast would I burn up—

Wait. Didn’t they say Rue was quick?

Cold clarity splashed over me.

No. The brain controls the body. I forced myself to calm down. I’m patient. I’m considerate—

“Ugh! What are you—doing?!”

I snapped, trying to pull away as something suddenly pushed deep inside me.

It was big—far too big—and my first thought was:

Did he already put it in?

But that massive thing was still bobbing between us. Only then did I realize—it was a finger.

Just one.

Then why did it feel this big?

If even a finger was like this, then the real thing—

Damn it.

A low murmur cut through my chaotic thoughts.

“You act like it’s your first time.”

All the noise in my head vanished at once.

I forced a smile and looked up at him.

“It’s my first time with you, Duke. Ngh—stop.”

I barely managed to swallow the urge to tell him to move. His finger kept sliding in and out of me.

The initial foreign sensation faded quickly, replaced by a strange, ticklish ache.

The feeling spread softly through my lower abdomen—familiar, yet new. The problem was how badly it made me want more.

The fleeting doubt about whether I could ever enjoy being taken from behind vanished instantly. My body, already accustomed to penetration, was finding pleasure on its own.

“Stop? What exactly should I stop?”

As he spoke, he suddenly added two more fingers, thrusting all three deep inside me at once.

The renewed fullness made me suck in a breath, eyes squeezing shut. Any complaint was drowned out by another sound.

Squelch. Squelch.

It was so wet that every movement of his fingers made obscene noises—like my body was broadcasting my arousal for him.

So telling him to stop was nothing but a rookie’s lie. That’s why I deliberately met his gaze and murmured the opposite of what I felt.

“Hah… don’t… stop. Ngh!”

The moment the words left my mouth, his fingers plunged in deeper.

“Please?” he prompted.

Ha. Even now, he wanted begging.

I laughed and exaggerated it deliberately.

“Yes, please—so desperately, hah, fervently, I beg you.”

I’d meant it as a joke, expecting him to laugh—but his smile vanished.

Instead, he locked eyes with me and began moving his hand faster.

He was the one moving, yet I was the one gasping like I’d run a marathon. My body clenched around his fingers on its own.

“So tight.”

“Of course. I’m good at everything—ngh!”

He scoffed.

“After nearly dying?”

I didn’t even have time to enjoy the success of my conditioning. His fingers started striking deeper inside, spreading me open.

I clenched, then relaxed—and a sharp thrill rippled through me.

What was that? Don’t tell me tightening and relaxing makes it worse—

Startled, I shut my eyes and held my breath. Then suddenly, his fingers withdrew.

The loss sent a jolt racing up my spine.

“Ah…!”

I let the moan escape freely.

Something felt close—I opened my eyes to find his face right there.

“Wait—mph!”

His mouth crashed down on mine, cutting me off.

Hot, demanding lips crushed against mine, forcing their way in. I refused to open my mouth in protest—but he bit my lower lip.

I cried out, and he seized the chance, pushing his tongue in.

There was no escape. His tongue ravaged my mouth, overwhelming me with heat and pressure.

It wasn’t a kiss—it was domination.

It was closer to violence, shoving his burning desire straight into me. And yet, pinned beneath that force, I didn’t hate it.

A sharp thrill shot down my spine.

But admitting that felt dangerous. If I let myself sink into this, I might really fall.

I pushed weakly at his shoulder, but it was like shoving a boulder. Instead, he pressed fully between my legs, his weight bearing down.

My legs were forced wide, barely supported, yet I couldn’t even register the discomfort.

What mattered was the overwhelming presence pressed between them.

This should have felt humiliating—but the unfamiliar shame twisted into arousal instead.

This is bad. Am I really about to end up liking being pinned down like this?

 

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