Try Begging - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“He sent his fiancée without tasting.”

Leon pulled out his finger and clicked his tongue.

“I didn’t expect Jimmy Blanchard Jr. to give me so much? I am thrilled.”

He mentioned Jimmy’s name in his mouth again. Grace bit her lip as the guilt and fear she had been trying to forget came over. The torn part opened again, and a sharp pain arose. Still, nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

He groaned as he tasted the liquid on the tip of his little finger. In the eyes of those who did not know, it was as if the face of a noble who savored the finest wine.

“To send a present that suits my picky taste… I mean, he knows my tastes that I don’t know quite well.”

Saying so, he took a deep breath. He was like a bull on the verge of rushing in excitement when he saw the color red.

“He’s an enemy, but I want to commend him for his ability.”

Winston took his hand to the knot in his tie.

The black silk tie slid off and hung straight on the iron railing at the foot of the bed. Next was the pin that fixed his shirt collar. As he pulled out the golden pin, he then placed it neatly on the table at the foot of the bed.

Grace watched helplessly as he undressed, while she was revealing her secret place as if putting it on display.

His face was solemn, like a priest performing a reverent ceremony before an important event, but only his eyes looking down at the sacrifice were very vulgar. Long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one and went down.

As the hem of his shirt opened, the firm chest inside the shirt was visible.

The shirt, folded in half without a single crease, hung next to the tie. The black belt soon hung next to it, and as Winston opened the front of his pants, the pillar of copper-colored flesh bounced out. The flesh was erect, pulsating blood vessels viciously as if nothing had happened a while ago.

Seeing the venomous serpent twitching as though wanting to enter her body again, the depths of her throat ached in bitterness. The two people’s breathing became rough for completely different reasons.

Winston, who looked down at Grace with eyes full of desire, pointed his eyes between her legs.

“Open it with your hands.”

The woman glared at him and slowly stretched her hand between her legs. As the slender fingers pulled the folds of the flesh, the pink target with a red hole in the center unfolded at a good angle to be pierced.

“How do you feel when you claim to be the revolutionary army and beg the enemy while opening yourself with your own hands?”

Leon gently pressed the woman’s belly, who was staring at him, with his palm. He placed his lower body close between her legs, which had been unable to crawl with only one hand.

The woman stiffened her body as the hot flesh brushed against the wet flesh.

“It will hurt.”

He gave a warning as he gripped the base of his flesh and pressed the tip against Grace’s opening. Should she even offer a kiss to thank him for warning her like a gentleman? She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

She was already suffocating from the pressure that was subtly squeezing her entrance.

Just one finger was enough to make her sore, as if her bottom was being torn, how painful it would be if that thick lump of flesh came in. It didn’t seem like it could come in at first glance.

This was torture

Grace remembered how to endure torture. She was taking a deep breath and repeated the same words over and over as if hypnotizing herself in the head.

“Try begging.”

She came to her senses at his sudden words. Winston was looking down at her with her eyes ready to swallow her in a mouthful at any moment.

“Why should I? You will do it anyway.”

“If you beg, I might listen.”

“You said you won’t listen to everything just because I begged?”

“You are smart.”

The corners of his lips curled at an angle. Even though it was clear ridicule in Grace’s eyes, it was actually a sad smile.

Something was missing.

Come to think of it, the imaginary ‘Sally’ cried out when he committed the crime. This woman was overly docile as she had already lost her will.

“Then, say something like this… You know what Sally, whom I loved so much, said every time she brought me meals.”

Enjoy your meal, Captain.

“Every time you said that, I wanted to throw you to the table and devour you.”

How far did he want to ridicule her? Grace exclaimed with a groan.

“Enjoy your meal and go to hell—Ahhh!”

Leon moved his back heavily. The blunt end slammed into the opening, and the flesh that had pushed him tight was torn.

Both of their backs were bent backwards at the same time. The two lower bodies trembled greatly as they were connected as one. A man and a woman standing at the extremes of pain and pleasure contorted her face and groaned together.

“It-it hurts, huhk…”

“Ugh, too—Haa, tight…”

Even if he didn’t, her body was too narrow to accept him though her insides began to shrink as they tried to push down what he had put in.

“Relax.”

“It hurts! Please stop…!”

“Stay still.”

Winston grabbed Grace’s waist as she struggled in pain and thrust his p*nis into her.

Her legs, spread to the limit, were pounding to get away from him. There was no end. It was all inside now. It was really all over now… Each time she believed that, the man stabbed his waist down as if mocking her and the burning pain became longer.

Grace begged as she pushed the man’s chest, who drove a stake between her legs.

“Please, ahk, stop putting it in.”

However, she stopped begging when she saw his face filled with joy.

Right. It was no use begging.

The more she begged, the more she enjoyed it, and he would insert that terrible weapon to the end. Grace covered her mouth as a groan of pain escaped her. He was a man who took pleasure in the suffering of others, so she didn’t want to show that she was in pain.

Nevertheless, that, too, was futile.

Leon moved whenever the crushing screams in the woman’s mouth subsided. The inner wall, which had been stubbornly resisting like its master, eventually opened itself wide and accepted the intruder. Tightly biting the thick pillar of flesh, he groped the secret place.

Its edges were torn and blood was oozing out, resembling the lips that sucked him.

Suddenly, he paused for a moment.

It seemed that he could reach the climax just by watching the woman trembling with his p*nis seated to the root. However, when he stopped moving, the woman moved. The inner wall pushed and pulled on him as if they had no idea what to do with this intruder they had never felt before.

He might really come like this.

It was beyond imagination. He had no idea that a woman’s stomach could be this hot. In addition, as the moist skin kept sucking on sensitive areas, he even had the illusion that his body was melting.

“Heup…”

He patted her lower abdomen where he was embedded and pressed it gently. The woman tremble convulsively. When he swung his p*nis buried in her flesh to find his shape, she exploded as if she had been electrocuted.

“Heuk, stop…”

Waving chest, wheezing breath, left hand gripping the sheet, trembling right hand pushing his stomach, and even the inner wall tightening.

The woman’s every reaction to the swing of his waist was lewd.

Leon began to pull out the p*nis that had been buried down to the root. Although he was quick to bury it in, he was slow to take it out. He wanted to let the copper-colored skin be completely dyed with the woman’s blood.

The outer layer of her walls that had stuck to his pillar snapped and fell with a sound. The woman’s body rocked up and down.

As soon as he pulled it to the end, he felt empty—even the woman seemed to push in the emptiness. The hole the size of a needle opened itself as wide as him. The red, bloodshot flesh was twitching at a glance.

“Haa…”

The moment his eyes touched the drops of blood on the tip, his heart raced. He was always agitated by blood, but the bliss of blood that could only be shed once in a lifetime was overwhelming.

Leon hugged the crying woman. Holding the tears from the corners of her eyes on his lips, he sighed with excitement. The tears filled with the pain of being conquered by him were so sweet that it was dizzying.

“Damn it…”

It was a crazy idea for the spy and enemy’s daughter who insulted him, but he even found the woman quite lovable.

…So much so that he wanted to tame her and want her to stay by his side.

This time, he whispered softly as he kissed the corner of her lips that had ripped after sucking on his heavy pillar.

“Grace Riddle, you are mine now.”

At that moment, the woman turned her head and refused to kiss him. The woman was still deluded. She had not been conquered. There was a long way to go before she was tamed… Regardless, Leon was willing to go down that road, very gladly.

“Ah-heuk!”

The pillar that had been out of her was pierced to her walls at once.

“Ms. Riddle, how does it feel to have your first time lost to the dirty monarchy pig?”

Leon Winston was a master of torture. He knew too well how to offend Grace’s soul as well as her body.

“You probably didn’t mean to give it to me. Well… Forgive me.”

He mocked her with dignified remarks and only vulgar meaning, and in the midst of doing so, he moved his waist like a dog in heat and attacked her roughly.

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