ETDO Chapter 53

He held both my hands firmly above my head and slowly began to move. My body started to shake violently up and down, following the forceful thrusts of his hips.

His rock-hard tip relentlessly pounded into my most sensitive spot with precision. The speed and intensity gradually increased.

“Haah! Ah! Ungh!”

He galloped on without rest, like a stallion in its final race. Even when I climaxed, my body writhing and convulsing beneath him, he didn’t stop.

“Hngh! A-Arthur! Stop! It hurts…! Haah! I can’t take any more…!”

But instead of stopping, he gritted his teeth and whispered in my ear,

“No, Lily. I just can’t stop. I want to see you go crazy.”

“No, Arthur, please!”

Even after the initial climax, the intense stimulation continued, sending spasms through me. But Arthur only moaned and didn’t slow down, as if it only spurred him on further.

“Lily, show me. Come on.”

His eyes gleamed as he panted.

I was slightly confused. This was unlike him.

Arthur had always prioritized my pleasure in bed and had never done anything I disliked. He had never imposed his will on me like this, even if it meant denying me intense pleasure. But today, he was different.

“Hngh! Arthur, I can’t take any more… Please, it hurts…!”

“I can’t stop. You want me too, don’t you, Lily…?”

Panting, I shook my head frantically. My legs trembled uncontrollably from the constant stimulation.

“J-just a little break… Arthur, please…!”

“You’re driving me crazy. Lily, do you love me?”

Through my blurry vision, I managed to nod. Arthur’s blue eyes flashed. He kissed me again, his tongue probing deeply.

“Mmmph! Arthur…!”

His thrusts became even more violent as he silenced me with his kiss. I twisted my head to break free. He nuzzled against my lips and murmured,

“You don’t know how desperately I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve thought of nothing but you. Holding you like this, all night long…”

He pounded into me between my wide-spread legs. The race towards another climax began anew without a moment’s respite.

My wrists, pinned above my head, were immobile, like a prisoner bound in shackles. I was helplessly tossed about with each of his powerful thrusts.

Slap! Slap!

“Agh! Hngh!”

My cries grew louder as his movements became more violent.

Arthur’s face lit up with ecstasy every time my expression contorted in a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. He watched every flicker of emotion on my face, like a torturer savoring his victim’s torment.

Despite the relentless spasms racking my sensitive flesh, the journey to climax was surprisingly long this time. It was only natural, given I had just reached climax moments before.

This only prolonged the time I got consumed by the intense sensations. But no matter how much I pleaded, Arthur remained deaf to my pleas.

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more, Lily. For me, just a little more…”

When I finally broke down in tears, unable to bear it any longer, Arthur showered my face with kisses.

“Don’t you love me? I want you so badly, I want to feel you so much…”

His eyes held a desperate plea like that of a puppy being scolded after being caught chewing on a shoe. Even as he uttered these unrestrained words of longing, his thrusts didn’t cease.

“Sob!”

Finally, unable to endure the persistent stimulation, I climaxed again. Arthur’s cock, throbbing with excitement, pounded into me as I writhed and gasped.

“Hngh!”

Perhaps due to the prolonged, intense stimulation, Arthur’s release was also drawn out. He shuddered, burying himself deep within me again and again.

With a satisfied smile, he showered my face with kisses. Exhausted, I lay limp, like a piece of seaweed washed ashore.

“Lily, I love you.”

He whispered the same words repeatedly, remaining still inside me. He gently nibbled on my lower lip.

Just as my heartbeat returned to normal and my breathing began to steady, he suddenly began to move again. Startled, I grabbed Arthur’s arm.

“Arthur, surely… not again…?”

He grinned.

“Why not, Lily?”

I blushed, unable to find words for how to respond. White fluid oozed between my buttocks with each movement.

“Wait! The, the bed…”

“It’s alright. I have no intention of letting you sleep tonight anyway.”

He cut me off with another kiss. And just as he had promised, I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

Transformed into the embodiment of lust, he seemed determined to satisfy all the desires he had suppressed during his week-long business trip.

And the following day was no different. Except for the short periods we spent eating meals in bed or when we took a bath, he spent more time inside me than out.

Arthur even rearranged his schedule through James and Mrs. Wilson, showing no inclination to leave the bedroom, and neither did I.

And during that time, I couldn’t help but notice that Arthur’s approach had changed. His usual gentle and considerate behavior, where we connected emotionally and physically as one, was gone.

His new approach was rather similar to Ethan’s forceful and self-serving behavior. Arthur seemed to want constant reassurance of his power over me.

While he soothed and coaxed me with sweet words whenever I pleaded with him, he coldly dismissed my requests at crucial moments. He pushed me harder, almost as if he knew exactly how to manipulate me.

I had never imagined such a rough approach would suit him. et, it felt like he instinctively knew how to bring me to the peak of pleasure.

But how was that possible? He was Arthur, not Ethan! He was incredibly skilled as if he had witnessed my lovemaking with Ethan firsthand.

Whenever I tried to pull away and refuse him, unable to bear it any longer, he would whisper, “Don’t you love me?” in a desperate plea, pressing me for an answer.

My response was always the same. And Arthur would use that as leverage to subtly impose his will on me every time.

As a result, I was utterly drained from the relentless, intense sex that continued day and night. I was trapped in the bedroom for three whole days.

When Arthur finally left the bedroom due to an unavoidable appointment, I offered a silent prayer of thanks. I sighed and sank into the hot bath, lost in thought.

What could have caused such a drastic change in Arthur’s behavior? 

Why did he keep reminding me of Ethan?

Every time Arthur disregarded my pleas and imposed his will on me, the memory of our encounter by the lake would flash through my mind unbidden.

‘Why does Arthur seem so much like Ethan?’

A shiver ran down my spine as the thought struck me.

It was natural for them to resemble each other, being twins, but I realized I had no reliable way of truly distinguishing between them, apart from their different styles and personalities.

‘No, Arthur is kind and considerate, and Ethan is selfish and impulsive.’

Lost in thought, I slowly shook my head again.

‘But what if they intentionally presented themselves as the other? Would I truly be able to tell them apart then?’

Had I not received Lady Wellington’s warning, would I have even suspected anything amiss?

They could imitate each other perfectly. Well enough to fool even a fiancée who had grown up alongside them. There was no guarantee they wouldn’t do the same to me.

What if they had consciously shown me their differences from the beginning? 

Some aspects identical, the other completely different, carefully crafted so that I would naturally become certain of who they were.

‘Then why did Ethan ask me if it was him or Arthur that day by the lake, pretending to be Arthur?’

I tilted my head, searching my memory. If they were deliberately deceiving me, shouldn’t they be more careful not to get caught? But why did Ethan intentionally confuse me?

Of course, I had been certain that the man by the lake was Ethan. I had treated him as such, and he had acted exactly like Ethan.

But was the man I thought was Ethan by the lake truly Ethan? 

The realization that I couldn’t answer that question with absolute certainty now made me horrified.

‘On what basis have I been so sure of identifying Ethan as Ethan and Arthur as Arthur?’

And a more crucial question arose, even more pressing than that already unsettling truth.

If a similar situation were to arise again, would I be able to tell them apart? Could I be certain I wouldn’t be fooled like Lady Wellington?

Shockingly, my answer was no.

Because the criteria I used to distinguish between them were utterly rudimentary and unreliable.

They were merely ordinary and superficial factors, reflecting their basic personalities and traits.