ETDO Chapter 29

Already aroused, I quickly reached climax. As my cum gushed out, Ethan smeared my slippery fluid all over me. He looked down at me, a satisfied expression on his face.

“Haa!”

I clung tightly to his neck, panting and shuddering every time his wet fingers brushed against my sensitive clit. Before the afterglow of my climax could even fade, Ethan effortlessly lifted my still-trembling body like a rag doll.

He laid me face down towards a large wooden table in front of a wall, beneath a small window. He easily ripped off my soaked underwear and let it fall to the floor.

He lifted one of my limp legs and placed it on the table. And then, his large, erect penis parted my folds, pushing into my still-tight vagina in one thrust.

“Ahh!”

Slap!

His glans slammed roughly against my cervix, which was still spasming intermittently from the afterglow of my climax. My sensitized vaginal walls instinctively contracted, as if trying to expel the intruder.

“Ha! You little vixen…!”

Eden muttered a curse under his breath, grinding his teeth. His grip tightened painfully around my hips, and he suddenly started thrusting into me with insane speed. It was a savage pounding as if he had lost his mind.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The heavy table rattled loudly, and dust rose faintly from the floor. Unable to withstand Ethan’s violent force, the table started to slide forward slightly.

“Haa! Ahh! Ungh!”

I trembled, my mouth falling open. Every time his hard glans slammed against my cervix, my lower abdomen convulsed. I desperately tried to grip the edge of the table with my trembling arms.

Unable to withstand the relentless onslaught of pleasure, I quickly climaxed again, my whole body trembling. As my vaginal walls contracted spasmodically, squeezing and constricting around his penis, Ethan also shuddered and came inside me.

“Ugh…!”

Ethan groaned roughly, pushing his penis all the way in. His penis, embedded deep inside twitched, as if determined to spill every last drop, grinded against my cervix repeatedly.

Unable to even open my eyes properly, I lay there, sprawled across the table, my face down in a compromising position, gasping for breath. I didn’t even have the strength to move, let alone lower the leg that was awkwardly positioned on the table.

A suppressed moan escaped my lips every time he moved his hips slowly, savoring the afterglow. He seemed to enjoy the sound of my whimpers because he pushed his softening cock inside again.

As my breathing gradually calmed down, Ethan suddenly pulled out. I shuddered at the abrupt emptiness, the strange feeling of his shaft which had been stretching me to the limit, sliding out. Semen dripped onto the floor.

I lay there, limp and helpless, watching as Ethan wiped himself with a bundle of cloth he had grabbed from a shelf on the wall. It looked like an old towel the workers used to wipe their sweat while they worked on the greenhouse.

I stared blankly as he wiped me, then knelt before me and, without a word, scraped out his semen that had filled me.

After he was done cleaning up, Ethan helped me up. He sat me on the table and looked into my eyes.

His bright blue eyes, clear as an autumn sky, scanned my face. His usually neatly styled blond hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead.

Ethan cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. This time, it was a very gentle and sweet kiss, like a lover’s. He gently nibbled on my lower lip, then slipped his tongue inside, teasing my palate and tongue.

His lips touched every part of my face – from the corner of my lips, my eyes, my nose, my forehead – like a butterfly landing softly. His movements were so gentle that they were almost cautious. His gentle touch tickled my chest.

And then, he softly sucked on my lips as if they were the sweetest candy in the world. I closed my eyes involuntarily and let Ethan do as he pleased.

I was slightly dazed by the unexpected tenderness and sweetness of the kiss. It was the complete opposite of the rough, violent sex we had just had. 

Was he a man even capable of such a kiss?

Shivers ran down my spine every time his tongue and lips touched my neck and earlobe. He gently nibbled on my lower lip and said in a husky voice,

“Don’t refuse me, Lily. You mustn’t. Just think of me as another husband. Think of me as the same as Arthur.”

Too exhausted to reply, I slowly shook my head. Ethan’s hand grasped my chin, and his tongue invaded my mouth again, exploring, and deepening the kiss. He then pulled away with a sigh.

“You can’t escape me anyway. I guarantee it. Just accept that you have two husbands. It will make everything much easier.”

I couldn’t understand what he meant. Did such a thing even exist in the world? I’ve seen husbands with wives and mistresses at the same time, and wives with husbands and lovers, but I’ve never seen a wife with two husbands. 

I looked up at Ethan, my eyes filled with confusion. However, he just repeated the same cryptic words that I couldn’t understand.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about anything.”

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Even after he uttered those incomprehensible words, Ethan continued to have sex with me frequently. He would appear like clockwork whenever Arthur was away, as if he were waiting for the opportunity.

Despite being tormented by insane guilt and a sense of betrayal, I couldn’t refuse Ethan, who devoured me with a ravenous hunger. He was already acting like my second husband. I felt like a fool, but that was my reality.

I couldn’t figure out how to resolve this betrayal. For me to be able to face Arthur with a clear conscience, I had to end my relationship with Ethan. Regardless of whether I confessed to Arthur or not.

‘But Ethan will never let me go.’

Alternatively, I could divorce Arthur. At least then, I would feel less morally guilty if I wasn’t tied to him as his wife.

But then I would be breaking the promise I made in the marriage contract. 

Could I endure the humiliation and scorn of returning to my previous, pathetic life, no longer the Duchess? 

The thought terrified me.

Moreover, the contract stipulated that I would have to repay the debt if we divorced, which I couldn’t possibly afford.

But I couldn’t divorce Arthur and be with Ethan either.

Even if Ethan paid off all my debts with his money, would Arthur ever accept that? Besides, Ethan already had a fiancée he had been engaged to for a long time.

Becoming his mistress was unacceptable, both for my own honor and for Lady Wellington, who would never sit idly and watch.

In the end, the only way to be free from debt was to remain Arthur’s wife, which meant I couldn’t end my relationship with Ethan. I was trapped in an endless strip.

And the biggest problem was that I was becoming completely accustomed to sleeping with Ethan. The rough, intense, animalistic sex had awakened a lustful nature that had long lain dormant within me.

The primal, intense sex, pushing me to my limits, was so different from the gentle, tender Arthur. Two men, with the same face, had relentlessly exposed and stripped bare the two faces hidden beneath my mask of a virtuous Duchess.

At first, sex with Ethan had been overwhelming and exhausting, but now I found myself secretly enjoying it. Sometimes, I would even subtly encourage his sadistic obsession, wanting him to push me further.

I hadn’t realized I was capable of enjoying such things. When it came to sexual preferences, I definitely preferred the rough and intense kind.

Of course, that didn’t mean I disliked sleeping with Arthur. His gentle and considerate lovemaking gave me great satisfaction in its own way. I felt much more loved and cherished by Arthur.

Nevertheless, as I lay in Arthur’s arms in the middle of the night, I couldn’t sleep, tormented by my own foolishness and self-loathing. The uncertainty of the future and my disgust with myself brought on insomnia.

The face that was identical to Arthur’s easily broke down my mental defenses. And that was the main reason why I couldn’t bring myself to put up a wall against Ethan, even though I knew he wasn’t Arthur.

I sighed, unable to define what Ethan’s existence meant to me. 

If, as Ethan put it, he was already my second husband, perhaps Arthur could accept our relationship?

I was disgusted with myself for resorting to such a flimsy excuse, trying to rationalize my infidelity instead of confessing my sins.

I sighed again, feeling ashamed of myself for not making a decision and continuously putting it off while being intimate with both of them.

Staring blankly out the window at the full moon, I turned my head at the sound of movement beside me. The soft moonlight illuminated his handsome face as he turned towards me.

His perfectly arched eyebrows, sharp nose, strong jawline, and masculine chin. I stared at his sculpted, beautiful face, lost in my thoughts. Then, Arthur suddenly stirred again.