How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

Aden came across as a jolly person who loved to smile and laugh and his expression was generally light and bright, which was a complete contradiction to the rumors that said that he was bloodthirsty and that he was more accustomed to wielding a sword than he was to talking; it seemed that the rumors were based on lies.

“If I said I wanted to see you too, would you believe me?” Aden asked her, and Ilyin tilted her head slightly. “Do you remember the day you first met me?” He asked as he made eye contact with her.

There was no way in hell that she would ever forget the day that she’d met him, as the Duke Aden de Biflten, after she’d arrived in the winter region being ambushed by monsters. “I was surprised to hear that they were looking for me that day. That’s why I thought we shouldn’t make eye contact,” Ilyin laughed. “Do the knights of Delrose know the face of Aden?” She asked, thinking that there would’ve been no way that she would’ve called for him on the battlefield.

“Of course.”

When she pondered this, she realized that they must know his identity since he’d been on the battlefield as the knight’s leader. But when someone had called out, “Your Majesty,” that person hadn’t been looking for some other duke, they’d been calling him. And she now recalled leaving the carriage and bolting towards him and then accidentally falling into his arms. Aden lowered his gaze, impressed by the fact that she’d figured out his identity on her own.

“So, you’re not saying that you’ve been lying to me until now, are you? Do you honestly think I’ll be scared?” Ilyin stared at him in the silence that followed, waiting for his response, but Aden kissed her cheek instead. The arm that she was holding onto for support became a shackle that held her tightly in his warm embrace; she couldn’t even run away. “Aden, answer me—” But she was cut off when he suddenly kissed her lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth and distracting her from her questions.

Ilyin’s cheeks turned pink when her body started responding to him immediately. She looked him up and down slowly, and even though his body was trapped inside of his clothes, his muscular outline was visible. Realizing that Aden knew she was looking at his body, Ilyin blushed profusely.

“I am ready to be interrogated,” he said. The tone of his voice sounded different, and his attitude had changed. He smiled, and Ilyin realized that he was referring to another interrogation as he pulled her closer to him.

Sparks flew as their bodies touched, and if it weren’t for a few pieces of cloth that covered them, their bodies would’ve tightly intertwined. But the sensation of his hard crotch straining against his pants, and rubbing against her wet and aching folds, still felt good, although it was a completely different feeling compared to when he was touching her with his fingers.

“You seem to be choosing to ask questions still,” he teased as he nibbled her ear. Ilyin lowered her face, which had become hotter and redder. Aden laughed, and Ilyin felt that his faint laughter sounded a little bit sarcastic because he seemed to know everything that she was thinking, yet he was still teasing her.

Reaching out, he ran his hand through her long, soft silver hair, moving it over her shoulder and watching it as it cascaded down over her firm bre*sts. He then caressed her ear with his fingertips as his other hand slid down her back.

Ilyin flinched at the familiar feeling that spread from her head to her neck. The heat that rushed through her body felt like a hot stream of water, and there was absolutely no time left for questions; she was drunk with lust and passion because of his sensual touch.

“You always close your eyes when you see me. Or turn your head away,” Aden said and followed the edge of her gaze, as she could now see him freely.

Ilyin couldn’t avoid him in the end, now that he’d come to meet her gaze, and she realized that he could see her in the dim light, and also, that he must’ve noticed her avoiding his face every night.

She opened her mouth slightly, “That’s why you came as Den. It’s okay. Well, not really. But I guess I can live with that.” Ilyin burst into laughter. “You have to be nice to the people below you,” she reminded him.

Aden thought of the people of Delrose who were running around on the seventh floor a while ago. “They are doing well,” he answered wryly. If Milo had been listening, he would’ve fallen to the floor and most likely wept with laughter. He hugged Ilyin and held her hand as he kissed her lips without breaking eye contact. “But lying would be wrong,” he said as he nibbled her finger lovingly.

“Hmm,” Ilyin wanted to answer yes, but she was caught off-guard when Aden leaned over and threw her down on the cotton blanket. He thought of a lie, but that ended short, thanks to Ilyin’s cleverness.

Aden couldn’t help but wonder what would happen now because Ilyin had not known for a long time that he’d been lying. He’d been afraid of being caught, but what was even more terrifying was to be caught lying and make her hate him. He now wondered if a relationship founded on lies would be able to continue once the lies had been revealed. Ilyin may be disappointed with him now and leave for good, and that terrified him.

Distracted from his thoughts by his ferocious need to relieve the sexual tension burning inside him, he roughly removed Ilyin’s clothes as his patience had run out. He was as hard as a rock as his lust for her intensified, and he said, “I gave you release earlier on, so now it’s my turn.”

As a good hostess, she thought there was nothing that she shouldn’t do. There was only one piece of cloth between the two of them now, which covered Ilyin’s bottom, and it was already wet enough to feel the weight. Aden then pushed his hard c*ck against her damp bottom, and because he was so turned on by her, the outside of the fabric became wet from the pre-c*m which dripped from the tip of his erection.

He moved a little closer to Ilyin and began rubbing the throbbing head of his hard c*ck against her swollen cl*t, and moaned loudly, “Yes!”

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