If I Disobey the Duke

Chapter 1 – Prologue

“No, Duke, I don’t want to sin more than I already have.
I’ll do whatever you want from now, please…”

The black veil attached to Lily’s long silver hair loosened and fell onto the floor of the chapel.
Her elegant eyebrows scrunched together as tears pooled in her green eyes..

The silver candlestick and the cross, which were supposed to be on the altar, were sacrilegiously on the floor along with her underwear.

The moonlight streaming through the tinted glass didn’t warm her at all she laid on her back; it wasn’t even enough to help her see her husband.
She struggled weakly, hair fluttering.

A hand pressed down on her stomach, so big and strong that it seemed that it could grip her entire head.
She paled, twisting her waist against the weight.
It was to no avail, as the large man leaned even further into her.

An overwhelming, masculine scent filled her nose.
His powerful physique made Lily feel like a gazelle caught in a wild beast’s den.

“Sin… it’s a word that suits me, not you.”

A devilishly mesmerizing low-pitched voice rang into my ears.
It sounded heavy and deep as if it came from a cave.

It was a devilishly mesmerizing baritone, like a deep rumble from a cavern.
Lily didn’t seem to notice how it sounded like he was restraining his anger.

This was the first time she heard his voice.

“Tell me.
Who were you mourning for until our wedding day today?”

Lily wore a plain black dress that covered her from neck to toe in uncomfortable and unsightly fabric.
Even if she really was mourning, the outfit was just too excessive.

“Is it for your first husband who died during the war? Or is it for your second husband who died recently?”

“It’s not like that.
I’m really… Ah!”

He turned her over until she was on all fours.
A hand mercilessly slid into her dress.
The sound of the stiff fabric crumpling accompanied her scream.

It was obvious what a touch to the inner thigh meant.
Tension and fear curled in her gut as the duke firmly held her by her hair, causing her to look up and see the sacred artefacts and statues on the wall.
Her conscience flinched.

Lily shut her eyes and his voice pierced through like a punishment once again.

“Or were you thinking about your third husband’s―my―death?”

Duke Vladislav de Winter. And as of today, Lily’s third spouse.

They were supposed to be having their wedding in this very chapel.

Lily was unable to answer his question as his fingers unexpectedly dug into the apex of her thighs.
Thick, calloused fingers spread her flesh and brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

Electricity coursed through her body.

Her experience in this area consisted mostly of rough touches before sexual intercourse. It usually didn’t take long, to be honest.
Even her second husband barely did anything.

Like her other husbands, she also expected him to penetrate her immediately even as she was trembling in fear.

Instead, he leaned over and brushed her hair off her slender neck, pressing his lips to her newly-exposed nape.
The kisses were slow and sensual at first, until he sucked on her skin and caressed that area with his tongue.
Lily shuddered.

His fingers pressed into an area she hadn’t known existed, and a jolt quickly traveled up her spine.

“Ah, hoo….
Ah…!”

I didn’t know that there were places where women could feel pleasure too.

Her nerves were set on fire with each rub of his fingers, inhibitions slipping away.
She stiffened, and an unfamiliar heat began gathering in her lower abdomen.

Lily could only gasp frantically like a fish dragged onto the surface of the water, in disbelief at how obscene the sounds coming out of her were.

No, in fact she couldn’t even afford to think about it.

“N-No… Ha! Stop, t-this is weird.
It’s weird! Haa…”

Words were beyond her as her eyelids fluttered and she panted as if she was about to faint.

He rubbed his fingers skillfully around the swollen area.

A hot and sharp sensation flooded her.

“Ah… ah! Duke, thi-this is sc-scary, hah! Hoo! Stop!”

Pleasure exploded from his fingertips.
Lily closed her eyes, trembling from the stimulation and nearl