Chapter 33

Chapter 33

His nickname of Camden vampire was no exaggeration. Even though he wanted to cover his ears as the sound of him sucking blood continued in bare, Fred, with his limbs tied, couldn’t. At the same time, Grace’s eyelids, which were tightly closed in pain, trembled.

Fred trembled at the scene that reminded him of a vampire movie he had seen once.

“Ah!”

“Haa…”

The moment her tightly pressed lips parted with a loud burst, painful moans and exhaled breath intersect.

“Uhmm…”

From between his lips, wet with blood and saliva, a moan filled with lust flowed vociferously to anyone who heard it.

Winston hugged Grace tightly as if she was his. His arms wrapped around her waist, bent and climbed up, crushing her plump breasts. Under the maid’s robe, he could clearly see the round flesh wrinkling mercilessly.

“Huht, don’t do this here…”

Camden’s vampire ignored Grace’s pleas and buried his head in the nape of her neck again, raising his eyes and glaring at Fred. As his eyes that lit with wrath were no longer there, a vulgar rapture flashed in the unfocused eyes.

It was only then that Fred realized belatedly what Winston asked of Grace in return.

“Do, don’t.”

…The devil wanted to defile his saint.

Fred, who struggled with courage, poured out pleading with his clenched teeth. However, when Winston never stopped harassing Grace, the begging soon became a threat.

“I, I told you to stop!”

Feeling guilty now? Bluffing in front of the woman…?

For some reason, the coward began to belatedly show courage because of the shameless bastard who held this woman in his hands. Leon pushed his tongue out and licked up the blood stains from her thin neck.

The man huffed even more.

“Don’t touch Grace!”

“You act like that, so you must be this woman’s fiancée.”

The woman who had accepted him until now shook her head for the first time. Leon raised an eyebrow after she indicated that he wasn’t her fiancée.

“You’ve deceived me pretty well so far. I frankly appreciated that ability, so I would have been disappointed if you had been promised to marry that idiot, Miss Riddle.”

As he pressed his lips against her neck again, Fred spat another pitiful threat.

“Commander, Commander-in-Chief won’t let you go…”

“Stop it, Fred.”

“He doesn’t know that we’re even dating, doesn’t he?”

He continued his sarcasm disguised as pride.

“A date with the last princess of the great Riddle family. I even got a deep kiss, so it’s an honor that will remain in the family.”

Fred’s eyes fluttered, and the woman shook her head again. This time, it was a gesture directed at that lowly child, not Leon.

Leon laughed when he read that it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“Ugh…”

He quickly turned Grace around and grabbed her by the neck, “For the sake of the Duke, you were a whore who would kiss anyone.”

“No, no.”

“Be honest. Did you get orders to seduce me to get information?”

The woman shook her head, but, realizing that it was a lie, Leon tightened the grip even more.

“Gasp, my breath…”

“You said that on the pool table that day, too. Do you think I’m naive enough to be fooled twice?”

Her face turned bright red in an instant, and the woman raised her fingers and scratched the back of his hand.

However, the added anger caused Leon to feel no pain. The fact that she was constantly flirting in front of him, that she liked him, and that she was occupying his bathtub naked in the middle of the night were all just beautiful things in the world.

“How ridiculous you must have been seeing me as, huh? A stupid bastard who doesn’t even know it’s an enemy.”

It was humiliating to be deceived by the spy’s cunning tricks. In addition, everything he did to this woman made him feel even more miserable.

“But, did you try to run away without properly completing the mission to spread your legs? You pathetic spy.”

The moment his vision flickered and became dark, his hand that had gripped Grace’s neck suddenly fell. She staggered and slumped down. Gasping for her breath, she did not even have time to feel the pain of falling to the hard floor.

“Haa, haa…”

“Fortunately for you, I’m still just a stupid bastard who doesn’t even know it’s an enemy.”

Grace raised her head.

The black devil, with his back to the light, stood tall in front of her. Even in her suffocation and blurred vision, she could clearly see the horn-like center in him.

“Miss Grace Riddle, you must complete your mission.”

Seeing the creepy madness in his smile, Grace shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut. Amid the noise of rustling and undressing, Winston asked in a mocking voice.

“I heard that you teach girls to use worldly beauty?”

Don’t try to stir up reckless conspiracy. We’re not as ugly as you royal pigs.

Considering the lives of the two, it was impossible to say. Grace swallowed the words that welled up to the tip of her chin.

“So, when Blanchard’s girl is caught, everyone in the top drools. Besides, you are the daughter of a whore who has possessed many military officers with your lower mouth, so there will be more than ten salivating people here in the West alone waiting for you to be caught.”

How dare you call my mother a whore.

Grace opened her eyes and glared at Winston.

That s*x maniac just smiled brightly. He folded the officer’s uniform jacket flat and hung it on the table, then neatly folded the sleeves without the cuffs before raising it over his elbow.

It was his act before torture.

“The last whore of the venerable prostitute family fell into my hands. I have high expectations.”

Winston leaned over and held out a hand to her. That gentleman-like hand would soon mock her body like a gangster.

Grace glanced at his disgusting hand and glanced at the wall.

“Send him somewhere else.”

At her words, he glanced at Fred, who muttered incomprehensible words like a maniac, then shook his head.

“You know that? In the old days, there was a witness in the newlyweds’ room on the first night.”

She shouldn’t expect common sense from people who don’t have common sense. Grace leaned over to the dagger in his other hand.

“You should rather kill me.”

Winston chuckled as if Grace had been a cute lamb and stood up.

“I’ll cover his eyes.”

Fred whispered as he went to the closet opposite him to get the eye covering.

“Please…. Grace, don’t do that.”

Grace clenched her teeth.

It’s all because of you… It’s something I have to do because of you. Don’t act as if I’m voluntarily selling my body.

“If I don’t do it, will you do it?”

There was a sense of betrayal that could not be filtered out in her voice.

“Huh… I’m really, really sorry.”

“If you’re sorry for me, don’t tell anyone about this.”

Please, Fred, shut up… so no one would know of this shameful thing.

At least, she didn’t want Jimmy to know. He would blame himself for putting her in the lion’s den. On the other hand, she was also afraid. If Jimmy thought she was dirty because of another man, even for sleeping with the enemy… If he left her…

‘No, he is not that person. He loves me. Jimmy loves me. I love him though now with this dirty s*x maniac…’

With a sad heart, Grace repeated the same words like a spell as Winston, who had covered Fred’s eyes with an eye covering, approached. As he leaned over, she bit her teeth.

“Darling, why are you shaking like this?”

She trembled even more at the friendly hug.

“Are you cold? I didn’t even take off your clothes… not yet.”

There was a sly laugh at the end of the worried remarks.

As he lifted Grace up, Winston sat her down on an iron chair for the newspaper. The inside of her shoes, sitting on the edge of the chair, was touching him due to her crooked posture, and his head tilted obliquely.

Winston gazed at Grace with the tip of his index finger on his temple, and there was no request or order.

“Please… Sniff, don’t…”

An uncomfortable silence continued, with only Fred’s sobs.

He scoured Grace’s body, silently and tenaciously, like a beast before it leaped to its prey.

The moment his gaze reached the ankle wrapped in cheap stockings, he moved. He crossed his long legs and lifted the shiny tips of his shoes. The wind lifted her skirt, but Grace did not avoid this outright harassment.

‘…It doesn’t mean anything anymore.’

The rigid shoe nose came in between the neatly gathered knees. He stopped tapping the inside of her knee only after Grace had spread her legs shoulder-width apart.

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