Chapter 32 - I Know You Want Me Too

Of course, Wereal would be in an uproar! This was the hottest and most shocking news of the century. Duke Kleo proposed to Lyra! Gosh, not only asking her to be a lover but proposing to her!

Ugh, Gena couldn't bear to spread this news to people, curious about how they would react. But both from a distance and up close Ella would always monitor her and give her threats. Yes. On the other hand, this news was quite terrible if it spread, especially if Duke Kleo was not the one who officially did it. The stakes are their heads!

Stefanus also felt the same way, something like suffocating his throat. He wanted to relieve all of this by going to Lyra and confirming her condition. He saw certainly that Duke Kleo was the only one who wanted a marriage here while keeping Lyra imprisoned until she accepted the proposal.

'She must be suffering,' he thought anxiously, as he stood beside the duke to escort him. 'I have to go to her and ask if she needs any help.' He was indeed a competent bodyguard. But he has an acute weakness about pretty girls.

On several occasions, he persuaded Duke Kleo to immediately revoked Lyra's sentence. He insisted that this was mere nonsense.

"You should have asked Miss Lyra first, My Lord," he said in a very confident tone. "It could be that Baron Jason is just making up stories. Don't we all know how he is? He is so eager to be the center of attention."

Duke Kleo didn't respond in the slightest, but his heart started to move. Now that he thought about the possibility, the fog of anger inside his head had slowly thinned. Maybe it was true that Baron Jason was just making up the marriage proposal.

'But…' Then he remembered what Baron Jason had said that Lyra had fucked him too, then dumped him after that.

Baron Jason's statement was very accurate with what Lyra had said a few days ago. It made Duke Kleo's anger flare up again, even though she never tried to deceive him.

He was just angry because he met her at the wrong time. He should have appeared earlier, enjoying the moment when she was innocent so they could marry easily.

Then he thought, 'There must be a reason for all this. I'll find it out.' Even so, he didn't do it right away, even though he wanted to. It wasn't easy to lower the ego and quell hurt and jealousy, especially since he had high expectations for Lyra.

"When I was angry she should have hugged me tightly and said she was wrong. That's enough," he mumbled, after he had finished with all his work, ate his dinner, and was in his room. He had thought about sleeping until, for the umpteenth time, the image of Lyra haunted him.

Now he was pressed by the desire to break down her bedroom door, break through and hit anything, lift her body, then smack her lips passionately. He would feast on it, sucking deeply like he was dying thirsty.

His chest was held back by the urge that bothered him. His face flushed red when suddenly their intimate images appeared in his head again. His body tilted from side to side, trying to fall asleep, until he groaned at failing to do so.

With a huff, he got out of bed, fastened the belts of his pajamas, and then dashed through the hall to break through Lyra's bedroom door, just as he had wanted.

He saw her gazing at the open window, with her pretty face looking up at the sky, letting her clear healthy skin shine in the moonlight, making her hair look shiny. Her curvy body spun around to check the noise in her room, until she widened her eyes when she saw Duke Kleo rushing over and ambushing her, pulling her by the arm and pushing her against the wall, then pressing her down together with their brutal kiss.

Lyra shrieked, too shocked, she clasped hands trying to free themselves. Duke Kleo sucked her lips rashly and then forced to slide his tongue inside, slurp all of her saliva and her breath.

Unable to stand, she almost collapsed, until finally, she wrapped her arms around his neck, finding herself cradled and craving him, the sweetness that hit her cavity, and also caress on her neck.

Gasping, she whined when he rubbed down on the cleavage, squeezing her two bouncy rapidly. Heat squirmed all over her body while he started to part her skirt and slide inside her warmth, fondling softly, making her moan with arching back.

"My-My Lord," she gasped when she spread herself unwillingly. Her mind was blank, she was at war between her wants and needs. She wanted to push him away so that she wouldn't be trapped in his charms any deeper, but on the other hand, she wanted him badly, just like dying if she didn't get him inside her.

Drifting away with the raffish memories about them, making her rub his head on her chest, arching more to feed him completely. "My Lord ..." Out of breath, as her body lifted and then lay down on the bed, her skirt exposed and against the skin of her flushed cheeks.

Rolling and moving restlessly, when his finger was played her, stabbed repeatedly. Her breaths became short, hasty while moving the hips against.

'No!' she shouted in her head. 'I can't do this. I can't fall in love with him.' However, the movement of her body never obeyed her will, it had its response, as if tracing the tracks that had been left behind.

"My Lord…. stop…"

Then he devoured her lips again, forcing her to be quiet and not fussy, as the jolts that she got non-stop. Her body shivered, sucking his cavity to release all of her madness, the confusion between her mind and her body.

Then the frequency of the poking and sloshing increased drastically as if it wanted to reach the end of her stomach that was giving in and sunken like an alcove. Her hips pecking, guiding him to the right point. Trembling, she hugged him tightly, as she didn't want to lose him forever, while his jab went crazy as if he wanted to tear it apart.

A smirk appeared on his lips, as her aching back finally came down, as her lube spilled all over the place. He slurped and then kissed her lips for lingered, enjoying her reddened face due to gasping.

His lips approached her ear, then he whispered, "I hate an affair." And his eyes seemed to pierce her gaze firmly.

Lyra's lips parted, allowing herself to catch her breath. "I don't..." And then she moaned when he sipped her lips again.

"You should not, or I will make you give up on falling for me." His voice was low, like a very sexy whisper. "I know you want me too."

And Lyra closed her eyes tightly, unable to deny it.

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