The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 716: Last Revenge Before Leaving

The next day, Nathaniel spent time at his residence, instructing his butler on packing the important items that belonged to him. He planned to leave his father’s estate the following day, but not before taking one last small revenge that night. ƒreewebɳovel.com

In the late afternoon, the butler approached him. "My Lord, everything has been prepared as per your instructions," he reported. "Also, a few of your trusted servants, along with myself, will accompany you."

Nathaniel gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

The butler continued without waiting for further questions. "My Lord, a separate carriage has been arranged to carry your mother’s memorial slab and ashes. We will retrieve it whenever you give the order. Additionally, the young mistress is scheduled to be sent to your father tonight."

A light smirk crossed Nathaniel’s lips as he hummed again. "The last present for my father before I leave."

The butler, understanding his master’s meaning, remained silent.

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In the dark of the night, the young mistress walked through the empty corridors of Lord Mortem’s residence, the area around his bedchamber eerily devoid of guards.

She had hidden from others what had happened to her the previous night and spent the entire day resting, enduring the pain she felt. By evening, her body had improved slightly, thanks to the medicines and ointments Nathaniel’s servant had given her. She was grateful she could walk and conceal her condition from Lord Mortem.

The butler of Lord Mortem’s residence left her at the entrance of the empty corridor.

"Go straight to the end and take a right. The only door at the end of the hallway is Lord Mortem’s chamber."

The young mistress nodded and watched the butler walk away. Inhaling deeply, she continued forward, her steps heavy and weary. Her heart pounded with fear at the thought of what Lord Mortem might do to her, especially after Nathaniel had already left her broken. She walked through the dimly lit corridor, where lamps hung on both sides of the walls.

Just as she reached the end of the hallway and was about to turn right, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.

Terrified, she was about to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her. She struggled in panic, but a strong body pressed her firmly against the wall, holding her still.

A familiar scent enveloped her, and she finally looked at the man pinning her. Even in the dim light, she recognized him. His face was so close to hers, and when their eyes met, he smirked.

"Miss me?" he asked.

A chill ran down her spine, and he could sense her fear. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you—only to hurt my father," he whispered.

Her dewy, terrified eyes stared at him, her mouth desperate to speak: Please let me go. If Lord Mortem found out, she knew she’d be dead.

He removed his hand from her mouth, knowing she wouldn’t dare scream. Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear, "You’re a gift I’m preparing for my father. A beautiful gift like you."

She swallowed nervously and whispered, "Lord Mortem is waiting for me."

Nathaniel chuckled softly and, in a low, husky voice, replied, "Can’t wait to be fucked by my father? How about I prepare you first?"

She wanted to shake her head in protest, but his hand had already found its way between her legs, causing her to gasp.

"Don’t worry," he murmured in her ear, "In return, I’ll give you the pleasure you missed last night because of all that pain. Trust me, you’ll thank me." With that, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, biting her gently as his hands roamed her body seductively, weakening any will to resist.

Though terrified, she found herself unable to resist. Her body responded to his touch, humming with desire. She gulped, knowing this was madness, but she wanted it. Despite the pain he had caused her the previous night, her body had seemingly forgiven him.

What kind of witchery was this?

Nathaniel lifted her dress, whispering, "It won’t take long. We can’t keep my father waiting for you."

In response, she held onto him as he lifted one of her legs, positioning himself to enter her. She was surprised by how ready he already was, but fear gripped her, remembering the pain his size had caused before.

With a rough thrust, he entered her once more, causing her to wince in pain. His hand quickly covered her mouth. "Shhh! You can’t let my father hear you, or my plan to prepare this gift for him will be ruined."

She tried to endure it, realizing it wasn’t as unbearable as the night before. With a little more time, she would be okay. Nathaniel held her firmly, continuing to move inside her, his suppressed animalistic groans escaping as he thrust relentlessly.

He lifted her up, both of her legs now wrapped around his waist. Moving toward the window, he set her down on the cold windowsill and continued his motions. Her hands clung to him, her voice muffled against his chest as he took her again and again.

After a while, he finally came and emptied himself entirely inside her, only then he released her spent body, which still hummed from how violently he had made her come in such a short time—and how much she had loved it.

Buttoning his pants, he remarked, "You seemed to have enjoyed it."

She wanted to say yes but chose to remain silent.

He pulled her down from the windowsill and straightened her dress. "I was gentle with you because I couldn’t break the gift meant for my father. Now hurry up—he must be waiting for you."

"He’ll know..."

"Shhh!" Nathaniel hushed her. "Go straight to him just as you are." He fixed a few loose strands of her hair. "You’re beautiful enough that my father won’t wait to get you under him the moment he sees you. Just go."

She quietly obeyed, walking to Lord Mortem’s chamber.