I Don’t Want to Be Loved

Chapter 220: Desire (19)

Leticia was smitten and desperate for his touch. Igor looked her way, always smiling at her but he never once laid his hands on her. Leticia thought it had to do with Rihannan holding him back. She was sure he desired her the same, but his queen was dragging him. Igor stared at her, eyebrows arched. He did not move; Leticia decided to take the first step.

She moved back from him slightly and untied the string of her dress. Her clothes gently slid down her body, her curvy and bare br**st in full view. The curved of her waist swayed as she raised her hand up to her hair and removed her hair accessories. Gorgeous rose-colored hair cascaded beautiful down her back. She was charming, incandescently beautiful — enough to turn heads during her first appearance in the banquet.

Igor’s thoughts were confounded. He felt not the slightest bit of licentiousness gazing at her naked form. It seems his heart was beholden to a woman who would much rather curl up and hide in seclusion to avoid him than this red-headed beauty actively seducing him.

He imagined it. Always. He longed to see Rihannan shiver and writhe underneath him, to hear her moaning and calling his name in pleasure, their heated bodies joining together as one in a night of passion.

She would be all crushed up against his chest, clinging to him with all her strength; her mouth plunged into his tongue and sucking each other aggressively. She would gasp for breath. The kiss made her excited. She would squirm, coo, and pant as his touch triggered wave after wave of pleasure to course through her body. He would run his tongue over her glistening moist lips and her body would go into convulsions, and she would drop her head back on the bed and make cute little mewling sounds as her body went through a gentle spasm as he licked and sucked at her tender flesh. He would slide his manhood between her thighs, pressing hard against her wet flesh as he felt her heat against him while kneading her rounded globes in his hands. She would moan as she clung to him, his hot rod running up and down her wetness. And she would feel his manhood burying itself inside the gates of her entrance, the thick head pushing into her body. She would not be able to breathe as the outside intruder slid in without warning. Unable to contain her cries, she would moan and wrap her legs around him, desiring his thrust after thrust.

But reality was different from his imagination. His wife regularly turned her cold back towards him after a night of duty of him spraying his white fluids inside her once. The last time they spent night together was out of mere jealousy and anger because of her cousin. He took her body several times that night, but what came after was no satisfaction but disgust of his own act.

His minds were filled with thoughts of his wife instead of the naked red-headed woman. He did not realize that she was unb*ttoning his clothes while plunged in his thoughts. If this was what she desired, he may as well play along with her up to a certain point.

Igor grabbed Leticia and pushed her onto the table, positioning himself between her legs. Leticia breathed heavily, grinding her s*x against him.

“I knew this from the beginning that the one His Majesty desires is me and not Rihannan. There’s no way you’d be satisfied with her after you have a taste of me.” Leticia wrapped her arms around his neck like a snake and pressed her red lips on his nape. “So, Your Majesty, kick Rihannan out of your mind and embrace me.”

Igor gazed at her, cold purple eyes containing not a single hint of lust. He was toying her. He slowly stroked her leg, enough to make her want him more. Leticia gasped. He leaned to her ear and quietly asked, “So, what is this plan your father and Count Clovis are trying to set up?”

Leticia moaned and rubbed her hand across his chest. She grinded her wetness against him more. “They… they plan to have the queen miscarry her child…”

“How?” Igor frowned.

Leticia’s lips reached his collarbone. Igor wanted to strangle her. He could barely stop himself from wanting to throw this woman to the ground.

“They’d lure Rihannan out of the palace and make it look like an accident…”

Creak…

At that moment, he heard the door opening and saw Rihannan frozen still, her hand on the doorknob. He was doused with ice-cold water and stunned that he could speak.

Rihannan could not believe what she was seeing. She was hurt and those two eyes twisted into a mess. Her eyes blurred as tears filled a river and ran down her cheeks. She bit her lips painfully, but she felt no pain. She quickly turned around and ran. Igor pushed Leticia aside and hurriedly chased after her.

He made a mistake…

Flashback End.

Remembering the past, Igor grit his teeth. He did not want to think about what had occurred. The thought of it made his heart ache. It would break to pieces.

“You’re always so hideous and underhanded. You lived a different life yet you’ve changed so little that it astounds me. If I knew that you’d do something like this, I should’ve killed you when I had the chance six years ago.”

“Y-Your Majesty, what… agh!”

As Igor let his hand go, Leticia fell to the floor. He stood from his seat and approached her. She was fraught with fear as if he was looking at her like a pathetic bug. She realized then that he had no interest in her. He abhorred her. This was their first meeting, she was sure of it, yet she could not understand why he harbored strong hatred.

He sat in front of Leticia, a simple and gentle movement that made Leticia cold to the bones.

“Who was it that saved you and allowed you into the palace?” he said with a snake-like voice.

“…..”

“If you don’t want to, I don’t mind cutting off your fingers one by one.”

His cold gaze ran up and down Leticia’s body and she soon realized the true hidden nature of this man. Was he this cruel to Rihannan in private, too? His face that seemed like the most kind and gentle one was a mask and the truth was the most vicious beast hiding behind it in the shadows. His purple eyes full of wicked intentions surprised her.

How had she not noticed this until now?