His Duchess is a Ghost (Novel) - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

In a slow rhythm, Alena moved her hand up and down. She couldn’t help but stare at his tip and trace down the thick veins protruding along his shaft. She was trying so hard to act normal, to ignore her loud heartbeats and at the same time, remained outwardly unaffected.

But dear her… how could doing this sort of thing be so… so mesmerizing? She had initially thought that this would be completely different from what she had read about. She had thought that this kind of things were just alluring in books and would actually feel and looked disgusting in reality but… it seemed she was wrong in thinking that way… because good lord, she couldn’t find any tinge of disgust with what she was doing at all! She was instead so utterly intrigued… fascinated even and…

Realizing the direction of her thoughts, Alena forced herself to look away, trying to distract her mind. She lifted her gaze to the Duke's face, hoping to invoke her usual feelings of annoyance or anger as a means to maintain her composure.

“It seemed… you indeed know what you’re doing, duchess,” he said and something that seemed like desire lightened up those beautiful soulless eyes.

“You will be shocked to know what else I can do, Duke.” She retorted, making her voice somewhat breathy. Something had suddenly surged within her in that moment. And it was the desire to disorient him too, enchant him, seduce him, and play with him like what he had been doing to her since last night. Just like she had vowed a while back, she would return everything back to him… ten folds… and she would like to start now. Because this seemed to be the perfect chance, right?

His lack of response that moment made her think that he wasn’t really expecting anything despite her words. And so, with everything that she had, she moved her head closer to his shaft. She lifted her lashes in a tantalizingly slow manner before holding his gaze, mimicking what the female seductress she’d read about the best she could. And then, she stuck out her tongue and licked along his shaft.

His pupils dilated, and she rejoiced inwardly once again, feeling a surge of triumph. Part of her still could hardly believe what she was doing but at the moment, she was now completely caught in this game or whatever this was. And she was never going to chicken out. She would see this through until the end… until she would bring this man to his knees!

“It seems… you liked being licked down here, your grace.” She uttered without stopping her ministrations. Her hand kept moving up and down as she continued licking him.

“You’re good at this... Tell me, Duchess, who taught you all this?” he asked, a hint of something more than curiosity in his voice.

For a fleeting moment, Alena thought she saw a flash of jealousy in his eyes. But she quickly dismissed the notion. That was actually not possible. What she saw was definitely more likely anger or irritation at the thought that the princess he believed innocent was already touched by another and even already taught all these scandalous things.

Embracing the role she had created, Alena responded with feigned nonchalance, “I’ve had several great men as my teachers, Duke… but forgive me, I won’t be sharing their names with you.”

He stared. Silent.

“Are you disappointed that this princess isn’t as innocent as you thought?” she prodded, her tone laced with mock innocence. She wanted to make him believe that she had been with not just one man but many other, believing that it will definitely humiliate him.

His response, however, was not what she expected. “Not at all, Duchess,” the duke said, his voice calm and unfazed.

“Are you saying it doesn’t matter to you at all if I’m still innocent or not?”

“That’s right,” he affirmed, his expression unchanging.

“Even if I tell you I’ve slept with a lot of men already?”

The duke’s gaze held hers, his throat bobbing subtly. But his lack of expression remained intact.

Then her tongue was suddenly caught gently between his fingers, causing her brain to momentarily shut down. “This little tongue of yours…” he murmured, “is really hot, duchess. Lick me more.”

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