Not Even a Husband - Chapter 1.1

He cupped Isabel’s buttocks, lifting his upper body. In the dim light, the handsome man’s face was filled with lust.

Isabel asked nervously, “Jerod. H, aren’t, aren’t you going to put it in? Huh?”

“I don’t want to hear that.”

His thick chest muscles, which wouldn’t even show a mark if poked, bulged as he scowled with cool eyes and asked, “Do you want to be sucked dry by me and then fucked by someone else?”

“What?” Isabel blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand what he meant.

She had never said such a thing.

If anything, it was he who had consistently drawn lines and built walls until now. But he didn’t add any further explanation.

The usually cold him snatched Isabel’s waist with his blue eyes filled with heat. Her yielding lower body embraced his rounded glans. Even though only the very tip had touched for a moment, her back tingled. A strange thrill spread through her entire body, so much so that her secret opening tensed.

Isabel instinctively knew that an overwhelming, unbearable sensation was about to rush in. It would be a pleasure from which there would be no turning back once it began. Her spine chilled as tension and anticipation warred within her.

The thrusting began, much stronger than before, shaking her body up and down. Isabel whimpered as the pleasure rapidly escalated.

This can’t be, it really can’t be. But contrary to her reason, water gushed from below. Her legs reflexively wrapped around his waist like vines.

As he parted her blouse as if tearing it, licking and biting her nipples through her underwear, she felt a light climax from the sheer pleasure.

“Zero, Jerod. Hh, don’t, don’t put it in, ah!”

He began to suck her engorged breasts fiercely through her underwear. As heat bloomed on her pale chest, her pink peaks ripened to a deep red.

Her body, drenched in illicit pleasure, trembled, begging for the emptiness to be filled.

Sensing her body nearing its limit, contrary to her words, he let out a satisfied rumble from his throat.

“Isabel? Are you there?”

At that moment, the prince’s voice, searching for her, was faintly heard. He seemed to be lingering in the adjacent storage room. With a thwack, he spat out the nipple he had been sucking fiercely.

Then, looking down at Isabel’s face, her reason blurring, he smiled handsomely.

“Shall we do it where the prince can see?”

“N-no!”

As the frightened Isabel burst into tears, his lips twisted.

“You don’t want me to do it where he can see, either. You don’t want me to put it in.” He murmured low, as if puzzled.

“Why not?”

His deep voice, laced with lust, caressed her ears. He tilted his head, looking at her flushed face, completely drenched in pleasure.

“You like it. You feel it so well.”

A surge of resentment welled up. Isabel, tears in the corners of her eyes, whimpered reflexively. “You’re not my husband.”

At her words, a crack appeared on his beautiful, cold face. “You’re not my husband. So you can’t…”

“You can suck and bite, but you can’t put it in because I’m not your husband. I don’t understand.” He asked calmly.

“Then you shouldn’t have been doing this with me in the first place. Are you trying to pretend it never happened now?” His pleasant voice turned cold, as if admonishing her.

Isabel’s tears welled up further. He seemed to have no idea why she was so stubbornly refusing, or how much she had agonized over him. Her voice, choked with sorrow, came out in hiccups.

“Hic, if you, put it in.”

“Yes.”

He replied as if urging her to continue, gently brushing away the blond hair stuck to her cheek by sweat. The touch of his large hand was warm, making her nose sting even more.

She resented him for being so cold yet acting so tender.

After all, who was it that had passionately, licentiously mingled bodies with her so many times, yet ultimately refused to put it in?

Though the one who loves unrequitedly is the weaker party, Isabel had her pride. So, she had endured, trying to keep it a secret until the very end. But she was so disappointed and upset with him, who knew nothing, that she could no longer hide it.

“If you put it in, I, I might get pregnant.”

“……”

“You’re not my husband, not my husband. If I get pregnant…”

Isabel’s tears streamed down from her large eyes as she lowered her head. Then, his firm hands entered her cheeks, lifting her head in one swift motion.

Her tear-filled eyes met his blue eyes by chance. His well-shaped lips curved into a smile. But his sharp, deep-set eyes were not smiling at all.

“If you get pregnant.”

“Yes?”

His strong jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. Like a predator whose mate was being stolen, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightened, and his fully erect member pulsed with power to its limit.

“If we make a baby while sleeping together, of course, we have to get married.”

“Oh…?”

“You thought I was someone who would get you pregnant and then not take responsibility. All this time.”