Chapter 17
Belita took one step back. But Tarchen stepped forward one more pace. Before she knew it, his bare chest visible through the open gown was close enough to touch. Tarchen’s gaze drew even nearer.
“Did you really think I’d just sit still if you took birth control pills?”
Tarchen’s thigh pressed against her leg. Belita tried to pull away, but her wrist was already caught in his grip.
“It hurts. Let go.”
Belita said, looking at her wrist, but Tarchen only tightened his hold on it.
“You know what? The more you hurt, the more I enjoy it.”
When Belita glared at him, Tarchen gave a sly smile and lifted her up. She struggled, but it was futile. He immediately laid her down on the bed. Belita tried to get off the bed, but Tarchen pinned her completely beneath him.
“Isn’t it about time you became obedient? We’ve been married for three years already.”
“…….”
“And it’s about time you got pregnant with a child.”
Tarchen let out a snort of laughter. For a moment, tears welled up in Belita’s eyes, but she barely held them back. She bit her lip and clenched her fists. At least there was that small relief: her body was congenitally unable to conceive Tarchen’s child. But now even that could collapse.
When Belita struggled, Tarchen pinned her thighs down with his own legs. He looked down at her with lowered eyes.
“Anyway, even if you reject it so much, your body wants me.”
“Shut up with that bullshit.”
Tarchen chuckled. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“You know it makes me feel good every time you talk rough like that?”
When Belita trembled and glared at him, Tarchen softly pressed his lips to her cheek. His hand moved between her legs. Belita deliberately tensed her thighs, but Tarchen easily spread them apart. In one swift motion, his hand stripped off her underwear.
Belita raised her hand to slap Tarchen’s cheek. But Tarchen caught her wrist.
“Give up, Belita.”
“Do you really have to have a child from me?”
“I married only you, so of course.”
“I hate you to death.”
At those words, Tarchen laughed.
“I know. You wish I’d die.”
“……I should have just died back then. I shouldn’t have begged for my life from you like this. I should have just gone to my father’s side.”
Tarchen’s eyes turned cold. He gripped her wrist harder and stared at Belita. She turned her head away. She didn’t even want to look at Tarchen anymore. She wouldn’t be able to escape this place anyway.
Now she might even end up bearing his child. If that happened, Belita truly felt she would hate this place more than anything. She would be bound to Tarchen until death—tied by the child.
“Belita, you know what?”
When Belita didn’t answer, Tarchen bit her ear. Belita frowned for a moment but made no sound. Reacting more would only please Tarchen. His hot breath touched her ear.
“Even if you’d said you wanted to die back then, I would have dragged you to the wedding hall by force.”
Tarchen smiled as his fingers gently rubbed between Belita’s legs. Her breathing grew increasingly irregular. Belita gritted her teeth.
But Tarchen’s touch had already broken her countless times before. His fingers skillfully parted her underwear and wandered softly through her sensitive flesh. Belita tensed her legs to endure, but she couldn’t stop her breath from scattering.
Tarchen’s fingers pressed harder, teasing her below. Belita exhaled roughly and spat out,
“Ungrateful bastard.”
A short laugh escaped him. Tarchen stared into Belita’s eyes. When their gazes met, he tilted his head slightly.
“Ungrateful, huh…… Yeah, it’s trash gratitude. Your father killed my mother without me even wanting it, and then took me in.”
“What?”
“Why act so surprised now? Didn’t you know your father killed my mother and then brought me along? Wasn’t that in the past you looked into about me?”
When Belita looked at him in bewilderment, Tarchen smirked.
“Ah, so that noble father of yours never told you about such dirty things till the end?”
“Don’t lie. There’s no way my father killed your mother.”
“Then why was I acting like your father’s lackey? A lowly rat like me wouldn’t even get near a high noble like you otherwise.”
Tarchen’s fingers stimulated her below more quickly. Belita scratched his forearm with her nails. Marks remained on his skin, but Tarchen didn’t care. Instead, he shrugged off his gown and lowered his head beneath her legs.
Belita struggled, but Tarchen gripped her thighs and fixed them over his shoulders. He met her eyes. His gaze, sharp and edged, was quite threatening. It showed the primal instinct of a predator about to devour the prey right in front of him. Tarchen smiled at her.
“No matter how much you try to escape, you can’t get away from me.”
“…….”
“My revenge isn’t over yet.”
Tarchen smiled slyly. Belita looked down at him with a hardened face. His skin, moderately tanned from enjoying outdoor activities, and those unusually deep ash-gray eyes. And that damnably well-proportioned face with a masculine jawline.
To someone else, it might be a face to fall for at first sight, but right now he looked more cruel than anyone. Belita forgot even her attempts to escape and simply breathed.
When Tarchen’s tongue touched her skin, a small moan escaped Belita’s lips.
The corner of Tarchen’s mouth lifted. He had completely broken her beneath him. As always, Tarchen leisurely listened to Belita’s moans.
Belita panted. Even if she didn’t want to be stimulated by him, her body kept losing reason. Belita curled her toes and bit her lip. But under Tarchen’s relentless stimulation, moans leaked from between her lips without her control.
Her breathing grew hotter. Tarchen grinned and straightened his upper body. He completely removed his gown.
“Stop it.”
Belita shouted, looking at Tarchen. Her mind kept screaming to regain her senses. She couldn’t let him control her anymore. But Tarchen met her eyes and pressed himself against her below. The corner of his mouth curved mischievously.
“Really stop?”
When Belita stared without speaking, Tarchen leaned down. His breath transmitted hotly to her ear.
“Your desire is the same as mine right now. Isn’t it?”
Belita only breathed, saying nothing. Right now, he was right. But she didn’t want to admit it. She hated Tarchen for constantly stimulating her like this.
When Belita moved her legs to try escaping the bed, Tarchen pinned her thighs with his legs and thrust his hips. For a moment, Belita’s mind went blank before she dug her nails into Tarchen’s shoulders.
Tarchen wrapped her arms fully around his neck and pressed harder on her thighs. Every time he moved, Belita involuntarily arched her head back and moaned. The clinging flesh was disgustingly tiresome, yet the pleasure he gave was maddeningly stimulating.
Belita deliberately turned her head to avoid looking at Tarchen. But Tarchen licked between her neck while moving his hips.
“S-stop.”
Tarchen already knew exactly where Belita felt it most. Watching her face, he moved his hips faster. The stimulation built below. If he went deeper, she really wouldn’t be able to think straight. Belita shook her head and moaned, but Tarchen pressed his body even closer below.
Belita screamed without realizing it.
Tarchen’s hands tightened. Veins bulged as he explored deeper inside her. Under the relentless stimulation, Belita dug her nails into Tarchen’s forearm.
Her mind felt blank and white. All the pleasure invaded her head like shivers.
When Belita was only breathing, Tarchen pressed his forehead to hers, kissing her nose and lips repeatedly. Meanwhile, he slowly moved his hips again.
Belita turned her head as if exhausted. But Tarchen kissed between her neck. To anyone watching, it might look tender, like lovers. Belita pushed his shoulders. But he held her hands and gradually kissed down toward her collarbone.
“Stop it.”
Tarchen laughed.
“Every time you say that, I want to do it more.”
Belita’s face hardened.
‘Psycho bastard.’
But unlike Belita, Tarchen gently hugged her and sat her on his thighs. When Belita squirmed, he embraced her even tighter. In an instant, she was completely trapped against his body. The hot skin was utterly unwelcome.
“Let go.”
Belita muttered lowly, but Tarchen gently patted her back. Belita frowned.
“What are you doing?”
Even to her sharp tone, Tarchen rested his face between her neck. His breath transmitted directly to her ear.
“It’s strange. You took that black medicine earlier, so why aren’t you vomiting yet?”
Belita’s breathing roughened. She barely held back the curse rising. She struggled again to escape Tarchen. But it was futile. Instead, Tarchen hugged her so tightly she could barely breathe. His body heat felt even more.
In the end, Belita went limp. Still, Tarchen continued patting her back.
“No reaction at all?”
He asked in a soft voice. Belita only breathed silently. Then suddenly, nausea surged from within. Belita vomited onto Tarchen’s back in an instant. Tarchen looked slightly surprised but didn’t pull away—instead, he gently patted her back.
Ugh!
Even as Belita clutched Tarchen’s shoulders and vomited, he softly stroked her back. Then, when she quieted a little, he turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear.
“All done?”
A hollow laugh escaped Belita. When she gave no answer, Tarchen simply carried her to the bathroom.
‘You should have taken me earlier.’
He’d let her vomit uselessly on the bed.
Tarchen turned on hot water and placed Belita in the bathtub. She sat there powerlessly. Meanwhile, Tarchen washed the vomit off his back.
“Don’t even think about buying birth control pills from now on.”
“…….”
“No answer?”
Belita turned her head blankly. Tarchen was looking at her. Naked, soaked in water. His body was covered in scars. Unlike his darkish skin, only his ash-gray eyes gleamed unusually. When their eyes met, Belita frowned and turned away.
Tarchen approached. The water was still running.
“Turn off the water at least.”
Belita said, but Tarchen looked at her and replied,
“When I give in to you, be good and listen.”
“When have you ever given in to me…….”
Before Belita could finish, Tarchen bit her lips. Belita pulled back, but Tarchen entered the bathtub and wrapped his arms around her waist. In an instant, Belita’s body pressed fully against Tarchen’s.
As their lips met, Tarchen’s hand slid down to Belita’s breast. The soft breast fit perfectly in his large hand.
Tarchen lifted the corner of his mouth and kissed her collarbone.
Even when Belita pushed his shoulders, he stubbornly bit her collarbone and sucked the upper part of her breast with his lips. Meanwhile, his fingers stimulated below.
Belita felt her breath rising and bit her lip. Red marks gradually formed on her breast. The strong sucking made Belita frown momentarily.
“It hurts. Stop.”
Tarchen, who had been licking and sucking her lips, lifted his gaze. His ash-gray eyes shone especially异样. When their eyes met, his finger plunged deep between her legs.
Belita let out a faint moan and grabbed Tarchen’s shoulder. Then he completely released her breast. Clear red marks were vividly imprinted around it.
Tarchen immediately lifted Belita’s body and pressed her back against the bathtub wall.
Belita panted while glaring at Tarchen. He lifted the corner of his mouth and kissed between her cheek and neck. Then he exhaled hot breath against her ear.
“You can’t escape me anyway. You know that?”
It was the same thing he’d said earlier. How could he repeat it until it stuck in her ears? Belita was sick of it. But she couldn’t dwell on that thought long. Tarchen roughly moved his hips. His large body was overwhelming.
Belita had no choice but to bury her head in Tarchen’s shoulder, panting.
His solid body felt especially hot in moments like this. She let out moans in the bathroom for a long while like that.
