Chapter 164
Darth
I kiss her lips, then trad down her neck, letting my touch make her feel safe.
But my mind is restless How do I know if she’s telling the whole truth? Or
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Her heartbeat is fast–too fast I can feel it beneath my lips as I kiss from her neck to her chest, Is it fear? Or guilty
I pause, then pull back slightly. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Mary. I believe you”
Relict flashes across her face, but I don’t stop there. “I want to make love to you right here,” I munnur, my voice low, “You’re the only one who stood by me when everything came crashing down. You are my future.”
I slide my hands down, gripping her ass firmly before pulling her back into a deep kiss.
She stiffens
“I’m getting cold, Scar. Please, can we go back to the castle?” Her voice is nervousne
smirk. “Oh, really? I just wanted us to get out of the castle for a change away from everyone. Just you and me, under the full moon”
Aty fingers trail along her arm. “You know, Sex on the beach?”
She swallows hard, nervous,
“Yeah, but I think the baby is uncomfortable here. I studdenly feel tired…” she says, placing the back of her hand against her forehead.
I watch her carefully. Tired? Or just looking for an escape?
“Oh, I guess I’ll have to take you home and make you feel warm then…” I say, scooping her up effortlessly.
She lets out a small gasp as I lift her above the sand and carry her toward the car. Her body is tense in my arms, but I pretend not to notice. Instead, I place her gently into the seat before sliding in beside her and starting the drive back to the castle.
The silence between us is heavy, thick with unspoken words,
I can hear her heartbeat–loud and erratic.
Why is it still racing? She shouldn’t be afraid anymore, I dropped the subject of Dane.
When we reach the castle, I take her hand, leading her toward my chambers. But suddenly, she stops,
“I’d love to lay in my own bed. I just want to rest now. I had a wonderful time, Sear Good night.” She pulls her hand from mine.
I immediately grab it again, tightening my grip.
“Oh no, where are you going. Mary?” My voice is smooth, persuasive, “The night is still young. Stay with me in my chambers. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of you. After all, this is my child. I will take care of both of you.”
She swallows but her hesitation obvious.
I take her hand and lead her into my chambers, closing the door behind us.
Slowly, I kneel before her, slipping off her shoes with deliberate care. My fingers trail up her legs as I rise, reaching for the zipper of her dress.
“Would you like to take a shower?” I ask,
She hesitates. “Oh no, it would be better if I just get into some cozy clothes,” she says quickly,
“OK… but first, I have to keep you warm”
Before she can respond, I slide the dress down her shoulders, letting the silky fabric pool at her feet.
Now, she stands before me in nothing but her undergarments.
She shivers–not from cold, but from something else.
Turning away. I walk to my closet, retrieving what I need. I lay them out in front of her, watching her expression shift.
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A whip. A pair of handcuffs. Other delicacies.
I smirk, tilting my head. “Pick your poison, Mary.”
She swallows But she doesn’t protest.
Instead, she slowly raises a shaky finger, pointing to the lightest of the whips.
How adorable.
I pick it up, along with the cuffs. “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”
I step closer, taking her hands in mine. I feel the slight tremor in her fingers, the way she tries to steady her breathing.
Maybe she thinks I’m about to kiss her. Maybe she thinks I’ll whisper something sweet against her lips.
But no.
Instead, I turn her toward the wall, raising her arms and fastening the chains above her head.
One wrist. Then the other.
JOh, Darth, please… I don’t have the energy for this. Your baby needs rest,” Mary pleads, fear in her voice.
I ignore her.
“My baby… hmm. Tell me, Mary, is this truly my child?”
She tugs at the restraints. “Scar, please let me go. I’m weak and tired. This could hurt the baby.”
I trail the whip lightly down her chest to her thighs. “Relax, Mary. I just want us to have a good time.”
Her tone change from fear to A soft moan escaping her lips.
“Do you like that?” I ask in a lighter tone, but she only whimpers. I unhook her bra and placed my lips on her firm and tender nipples, then sucked
it softly to make her feel at home. Soon, I think the fear evaporate from her and be replaced by sounds of pleasure!
I place my hand on her ass and press it against my cock to make her feel the bulge.
“You like that?” I ask her.
“Hmm… yes, I do, Scar. Untie me so I can please you the way you deserve,” her voice soft, but I can sense the desperation beneath it.
I don’t release her. Instead, I trail my fingers over her, brushing against her panries. I push it aside and let my hand explore her clit.
Her emotions flicker between hesitation and surrender,
I press further, coaxing a sigh from her lips. “Oh, Scar…” she exhales her voice a melody okweakness and pleasure.
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I bring my fingers to my lips, tasting her juice. They say the truth is bitter–perhaps that is why she tastes so sweet.
I grip her waist, drawing her closer as I lower myself. My lips brush against her skin, indulging in the juice she offers. A heat runs through her, her legs unsteady beneath my touch.
But beneath the sweetness, I taste something else. I taste Dane.
I rise and pick up the whip, staring at her teary eyes. I want to torture her now, but I need to make her believe that I believe her.
I walk behind her and on her little ass, I release the whip!
She whimpers
I whip her again and again and again until her moan turns to cries.
“Ahh!” she cried out.
“Scar please!” she begs.
Yes, I love to see her beg.
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I then lift her above the ground, my cock already hard from her reaction. I release it from my pants and insert it in her while she wraps her legs around my waist.
I fuck her, and she holds on to me as she trusts me, while i thrust her. •
My hands and cups find their way into her ass as I fuck her, and suddenly nm, I feel a gush of warm liquid against my skin while her moans get more intense, and her grip on me gets tighter.
I start digging her until I felt my climax reaching its peak, and I poured my hot come into her pot.
She slowly releases her grip on me, her breathing steadying.
“Scar, I need to lay my head down,” she murmurs.
I walk over to the table, pick up the keys, and unlock her restraints.
“Let me help you,” I say, lifting her gently and carrying her to the bed.
“Thank you,” she whispers before closing her eyes almost instantly.
I stand there for a moment, watching her belly rise and fall, my mind racing. If the rumors are true, what will I do with her?
Without hesitation, I put on my clothes and step out. I summon one of the guards and instruct him to bring Dane to my chambers.
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After a while, Dane arrives, looking like a fool–as always.
“Scar! To what do I owe the honor? I hope there’s no problem? I thought you’d be having a good time with Mary right now…” He rambles on, completely oblivious.
I say nothing, just watching him in silence. Tonight, I will get my answers.
“Mary, you say!” I glare at Dane, my patience gone. “I heard you’re the father of the child Mary carries!” I accuse string straight into his eyes but he voids my gaze.
“Wha…what are you talking about, Scar? That’s not true!” His betrays him.
I smirk. “What were you doing inside her room last night? You do realize this is my castle, right? You know I have men everywhere, don’t you?”
“Scar, maybe your men misheard your men. I was never in her room. We’re not even close!” He exhales heavily,
“Then tell me why the hell do I taste you in her?” My voice rumbles, low and dangerous.
I rise from my chair, my anger rising. Dane stumbles back, barely able to stand. His knees buckle, and he collapses onto the floor.
“You and Mary thought you could deceive me, didn’t you?” I snarl. “You thought you could pass another man’s child off as my heir…just like they did to my father!”
“Forgive me, Scar!” Dane drops his face to the ground, trembling.
Before I can lash out, a voice cuts through the tension.
“What is going on here?” Cleopatra storms into the room,
“What do you think, Cleopatra? You turned out to be right! I’m so sick of it… why do you always have to be right?” I yell in furstration.
Cleopatra folds her arms, watching me with that same judgung knowing look.
“Scar, darling! What is going on?” Mary’s voice echoes from the staircase.
I turn my head and see her standing at the top, hesitation in her eyes.
“Come down, Mary.” I try to steady my voice, but a growl slips through.
She takes a step back. “What’s wrong, darling? You’re scaring me, Scar…”
Cleopatra scoffs. “I always knew it, Darth. I just wanted you to see it for yourself. That child was never yours. But if I had told you, you would’ve thrown a tantrum as usual.” She pours more fuel into the fire.
Mary gasps, stepping back further.
“Come back here, Mary!” I roar.
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But she turns and runs.
I follow, her panicked breathing filling the air as she dashes through the hallways. “Please, Scar! Forgive me!” she cries.
I climb the stairs, steadily tracking her every move. She’s frantic, darting from one corridor to another, searching for an escape. I don’t bother to run; I just walk, knowing I will catch up with her. She heads toward the other staircase, her steps hurried, her breath ragged.
Then I hear a loud thud.
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