ETDO Chapter 20

A loud clap of thunder cut through the sound of the rain. I stared at him, wide-eyed, unsure of how to respond.

“You welcomed my touch, even though I wasn’t Arthur. Even though you know better than anyone that Arthur couldn’t possibly be here right now.”

I shuddered, my heart plummeting to my toes.

“Th-that was… I was half-asleep… You two are so alike, I was just momentarily confused…!”

“Really? Is that your true reason?”

He suddenly leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. His wide, bright blue eyes gleamed strangely in the dim light.

“Then can you swear, hand on your heart, before God, that you’ve never imagined me in bed, not even once?”

“What?”

Ethan smirked, baring his teeth. His unrealistically handsome face was twisted in a grotesque expression.

“Can you swear on your soul, that you’ve never imagined making love to me while having sex with Arthur?”

My heart pounded again, a deafening roar in my ears. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I felt breathless as if someone were choking me.

“I’m asking you, have you never imagined me thrusting inside you instead of Arthur?!”

My face burned at Ethan’s suffocating question. I suddenly recalled the passionate lovemaking on the night of the twins’ birthday party, though I was ashamed to admit it.

That night, Arthur had been unusually fervent, thrusting into me from behind with a relentless frenzy, almost as if possessed.

Every time Arthur’s large penis plunged deep inside me, I couldn’t help but thought of Ethan’s hard member rubbing against me during our dance. Of that thing that would look exactly the same as the one inside me now.

The memory of his insistent pressure, the way he seemed ready to throw me down on the ballroom floor and lift my dress right there in front of everyone, the hard rock of his erection against my belly, the thrilling tremors that shot through me.

The feel of his sweaty hand pulling me into his embrace, the bitter scent of musk that stung my nostrils, the strong muscles of his chest and arms bulging as he held me, all those suffocating moments came flooding back vividly.

So perhaps it was only natural that I would imagine the other twin while being thrust into, eyes closed, lying face down from behind. The fantasy of being consumed by a savage, raw desire, so unlike the upright Arthur, was more thrilling and stimulating than I had expected.

The corner of Ethan’s handsome mouth curled into a devilish smirk as he saw my wavering gaze, unable to utter a single word in my defense.

“I knew it. You act like a proper lady, but Lily, you’re the same kind of person as me. A lustful woman who fantasizes about playing around with her husband’s twin brother while being fucked by her husband.”

His words, as if he had read my mind, left me dazed. Belatedly, I shook my head vigorously, trying to deny it.

“N-No! Let go of me!”

It… it was just a lustful and harmless fantasy anyone could have. No one fantasizes about such things actually happening.

It’s because you know it will never happen that you dare to imagine it without fear. I had never intended to actually have sex with Ethan.

However, Ethan seemed to think otherwise. He sat up, a satisfied expression on his face, and straddled me. As I finally came back to my senses, I started to struggle with all my might.

“If that’s your wish, then shouldn’t I naturally fulfill your expectations?”

Panting, I looked up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. 

Expectations? 

His blue eyes gleamed as he stared down at me.

“I’m saying I’ll turn the lewd Duchess’s secret fantasies into reality.”

Rip!

Before I could fully grasp his words, Ethan’s hand tore my negligee in half. The thin silk ripped like paper.

Before I could react in shock, he swiftly bound my wrists together with the torn fabric.

“Ethan! Let… let go of me! Ethan!”

I was terrified. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Ethan didn’t even flinch. He used the remaining piece of fabric to tie my bound arms securely to the headboard. No matter how much I struggled, there was no way I could throw off a man who was much heavier and larger than me, especially with my hands tied.

“Ethan! Please!”

“Shh!”

Tears welled up in my eyes out of desperation. 

No. This… this couldn’t be happening. 

Not with anyone, let alone my husband’s brother…!

“It’s alright, Lily. Don’t worry. Easy…”

A large hand gently caressed my cheek. Ethan gazed down at the single tear that had finally escaped my wide eyes, and his lips brushed against it, light as a feather. He slowly licked away the tear, as if savoring the most delicious thing in the world.

“Ethan! Please, don’t do this! Think of Arthur! He wouldn’t want you to do this!”

“Really? How can you be so absurdly certain?”

Ethan smirked at me as I looked up at him, panting, my eyes wide with fear.

“You don’t know Arthur very well.  As I said before, we’ve always shared whatever we like. But what about you? Are you willing to share everything you desire?”

I trembled involuntarily. 

What… what did he mean? What did he know? 

My panicked eyes darted around Ethan’s face, searching for answers.

“If both sides want the same thing, is there any need to leave a fantasy as just a fantasy? Wouldn’t it be much better to make it a feasible reality?”

Wh-what? 

I was so confused that I couldn’t answer. Ethan spoke as if he already knew what kind of fantasies I had been having.

I stared at him blankly, my eyes wide with shock, unable to even blink. But he didn’t give me time to dwell on it.

Ethan’s hands roughly grabbed my exposed breasts again. Soon, one of them was sucked into his hot mouth. Even though the situation was similar to before, the difference between knowing and not knowing who was touching me was stark.

“Let go! Ethan!”

I screamed, struggling against him.

Please! 

I desperately prayed that someone would hear me and save me from what Ethan was about to do.

Boom!

Another deafening clap of thunder swallowed my scream. At the same time, Ethan’s tongue invaded my mouth roughly.

His violently intruding tongue swept across my teeth and roughly ravaged the sensitive flesh inside my mouth. It felt like I was being devoured alive. My throat closed up, and I gasped for breath.

I turned my head to the side, but his strong hand immediately yanked it back. I tried to lift my chin, but it was no use. His grip was so strong that I could only lie there, mouth agape, helplessly subjected to his tongue’s assault.

“Haa!”

Ethan finally released me after a long, ravenous exploration, and sat up. My mouth opened wide, gasping for air. Through my tear-filled vision, I saw the glistening smirk on his lips.

Ethan ripped away the small piece of fabric covering my lower body. He easily pinned down my struggling legs with his knees and then, without hesitation, his hand reached for my core.

“Stop! Stop it!”

“As expected, you don’t disappoint.”

His fingers played across my folds as he chuckled, clearly amused.

“You’re already this wet, and you want me to stop?”

His thick finger briefly traced my entrance, then smoothly slid inside. Like rainwater pooling on a leaf and then overflowing under its weight, my arousal gushed forth.

“Ahh…!”

He smeared the slick moisture all over me, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. I trembled, horrified.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

Me, with Ethan… not Arthur…! 

I only reacted because I thought it was Arthur, because I thought he was the one touching me.

Ethan smirked, looking down at my face contorted with shame.

“Isn’t that right, my lustful Duchess?”

Ethan positioned himself over me again. The weight of his heavy body pressed down, making it even harder to struggle. I whimpered, desperately pleading,

“Ethan! Ethan! Please, don’t, stop now…!”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. I felt something hard and blunt touch my entrance for a moment, and then, in one swift thrust, it pierced me.

“Ahhk!”

My mouth fell open. My whole body stiffened, like a butterfly impaled by a collector’s pin. His tense thighs pushed his rock-hard penis all the way inside me.

“Ugh…!”

Ethan’s face, as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward with all his might, held an expression of ecstasy I had never seen before. He looked completely fulfilled as if he had finally obtained what he desired most in the world.

I glared at him, my chin trembling.

Guilt churned inside me like a hurricane. Tears eventually streamed down my face.

His penis, buried deep, pressed against my sensitive cervix. He slowly pulled back, then thrust forward again forcefully. His erection, stretching my entrance to its limit, penetrated me completely. The chilling pleasure of him hitting my cervix so intensely made me suppress a moan.

But despite my futile efforts, the monstrous pin seemed determined to extinguish the last flicker of resistance of the freshly pinned butterfly. He began to move back and forth mercilessly.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The obscene sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room. His overwhelmingly hard and thick cock invaded me roughly.

It was so intense that it felt like it would pierce through my stomach. My mouth fell open, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave.