Try Begging Novel - Chapter 21

Contrary to his brutal words, his touch was as gentle as if caressing a lover. The disparity was sickening, making her skin crawl.

“You’ll flail and struggle, but you won’t escape from under me. Someone carelessly dissolved soap in the tub, making it slippery. It would be a disaster if you broke a finger, wouldn’t it? I suppose I’ll have to twist your arms behind your back and hold them. It’s all for your own good, you know?”

“…”

“Then I’ll seize your lower belly. I’ll pull your hips tight against me and ram that thing I showed you a few days ago into the hole you’re clenching so tightly.”

He no longer smiled. Sally met his serious gaze with eyes full of contempt. But Winston only grew more agitated, breathing heavily.

“Then you’ll know,” he said.

His hand, having descended below the water’s surface along her side, stroked Sally’s buttocks.

“If your belly is as hot as this water.”

His hand slipped into the gap created by her raised knees. Just as he was about to touch her intimate parts, Sally kicked his hand away.

For some reason, he withdrew his hand obediently. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke in a voice submerged by the effort to suppress his cruel desires.

“But I’m doing my best to hold back from doing that. Because you’re a good girl.”

Sally suppressed a scoff that threatened to escape. This was holding back? Did she need to look up the definition of “holding back” in a dictionary and teach it to him again?

“May I be honest as well?”

Winston nodded, still with his eyes closed. Sally bit her dry lip once, then uttered words that were anything but honest.

“I’m disappointed in you, Captain.”

Disappointed in him? Impossible. She had no expectations. The only time she felt disappointment towards an enemy was when they proved too incompetent to meet her expectations.

“I thought the Captain was not the kind of person who would commit such a terrible act as rape.”

At least this much was sincere.

“Besides, you’re soon to be engaged to the Grand Duchess, aren’t you?”

The engagement between the Winston family and the Grand Ducal family was, at this moment, the most crucial matter. So she brought up the Grand Duchess, hoping he’d come to his senses, but Winston seemed not to hear, only breathing heavily to himself.

“Then why are you doing this to me?”

He slowly lifted his eyelids and gazed intently at Sally. Between his lips, which parted as slowly as his eyelids, an unexpected question emerged.

“Curious?”

“Yes.”

“You answer it.”

“Me?”

“I’m curious too.”

Leon brought up what had happened hours earlier at a hotel in Winsford. He had bought a woman who exuded a similar aura to her. As he recounted his failure, how he couldn’t get hard even after stripping the woman and smearing blood on her lips, the contempt in the maid’s eyes deepened. It became even harder to suppress the surging impulse.

“Haa… This, it bothers me as much as it bothers you. I had no interest in such messy affairs as bedding someone, but lately, every time I see you, I get interested, and that bothers me.”

“…”

“So, you answer it.”

“…”

“Sally, why is it only for you that I get hard?”

Just as Sally was about to retort, asking why he was asking her, contempt in her eyes boiled over into rage. It was because Winston lifted his hand, which had been outside the tub, right before her eyes.

“Why is it only for you that I…”

At the tip of his slender, well-groomed fingers dangled the white bloomers Sally had taken off.

“…come?”

Winston let the underwear, heavily soiled with semen, drop onto Sally’s peach-colored knees. The bodily fluid, still warm from his body, clung stickily to her skin. It was disgusting, and she wanted to tear it off immediately, but she couldn’t. Sally couldn’t take her eyes off the man slowly rising.

Contrary to her expectation that he would pounce, he straightened his clothes neatly and walked towards the door.

“This is just a hunch of mine…”

As she stared with fierce eyes at his back, where his shirt clung so stiffly it seemed about to burst, Winston suddenly turned and looked down at Sally.

“I think you know the answer.”

He was infamous for his animalistic intuition, as much as for his cruel methods of torture. And that infamy was not mistaken.

Because Sally knew the answer.

As she held her breath, Winston’s eyes narrowed towards her.

“But why aren’t you wearing the stockings I bought you?”

He roughly tore her cheap stockings, threw them into the trash, and then strode out the door as if he had no further business. When the door slammed shut, Sally exhaled the breath she had been holding and tugged at her wet hair.

‘I’d rather be fired right now.’