I Don’t Want to Be Loved (Web Novel)-Chapter 163: Leticia and S*x

Chapter 163: Leticia and S*x 

When Leticia stepped foot inside a large, copious room and closed the door behind her, she saw the count sitting at his desk working hard. She was sure he heard the commotion she stirred up outside, yet his face held no ounce of emotional reaction in relation to it.

“I’m here, love.”

Similar to the voice of a little bird tweeting, Leticia walked around the table and embraced his shoulders.

“…The banquet ended much earlier than I expected. I came to see you straight away. I missed you dearly so.”

The count stopped and put his pen down. He looked up, turning his chair around. His fingers rapped the table twice then pointed downwards.

“…..”

Leticia knew fairly well what he meant. She smiled, kindly, and knelt on the floor in front of him.

She unbuckled his belt and buttons, pulling down his pants thereafter. His thick, erect male member showed itself immediately. A strong, fishy smell swirled around the room, making her want to vomit, but Leticia smiled warmly and enveloped the tip of his shaft with her full red lips.

She thought he’d give her time and a breather, but he immediately pulled her head towards his member right away, his shaft thrusting all the way down her throat, causing her to gag.

“Kghh!”

He thrust in hard and lost all control, his lust taking over, shaft uncomfortably pushed against her tonsils, forcing them apart and moving its way down her throat.

He ruthlessly grabbed her hair, moving his waist back and forth however he wished. By this point, tears streamed down her face, his balls hitting her chin. Slowly, he pulled out just a little and Letica prayed that it was over, but then he moved it back in—out and in again.

She could feel him getting harder and swelling inside her mouth, thrusting in a not so gentle rhythm. She felt like vomiting, her stomach sick to the core, but still… she had no choice and did her best to pleasure him with her mouth.

“Get up.”

After a satisfying session, he shot down the back of her throat once again and carefully pulled out, member twitching. Then, he slapped the top of his thighs lightly.

Without taking the time to wipe the fluids on her lips, Leticia pulled down her panties and sat on his thighs. Without forewarning, his hot rod penetrated her beautiful flesh right away.

The relationship between the two had always been like this. He’d satisfy his sexual cravings that his haughty wife could never do and used the youthful body of the redheaded woman.

At first, Leticia enjoyed their pleasurable interactions. Though it was one-sided, it was better than Vicount Olbach, her sterile husband. The viscount was unable to satisfy her sexual desires. He was old and sickly—was always resting in bed too.

Even the very thought of having a nightly rendezvous with the wrinkly old man that is her husband sickened her. Every time his fat lump of a body pushed her on the bed, an immediate thought of murdering the man came to mind, but she had to stop herself from committing the act.

In any case, their marriage was not based on love, but because she was greedy for the position of power and wealth. Should the old and frail viscount pass away, whatever tiny amount of wealth he has left will become hers and she would be left with the title of viscountess.

But to carry out her plan was far too dangerous.

People were suspicious—suspicious of the death of her father and the previous wife of the viscount who died in a somewhat similar manner. Should the old man suddenly pass away, she’ll have a difficult time playing the innocent sheep.

Therefore, Leticia turned her eyes outside. She required a man who’d lead her to far greater wealth and power into the future while maintaining her marital relationship with her current husband, Gaith Olbach.

Count Clovis, a distant relative of her husband, was a good candidate for the position. He was in his early forties—pretty young for his age. His appearance wasn’t bad. He kept himself groomed. But more than anything, he was the son of the previous king, making him the person with the highest title among those she met.

Should the viscount learn that she was a mistress to the count, there’d not be much her husband could do.

In the past, Leticia dreamt of marrying a young and capable noble through an official wedding. She knew her beauty stood out amongst all the women in the kingdom and she thought she’d be able to use that to her advantage.

But… in the end…