How to Survive as the Wife of The Monster Duke

“A little higher than that,” Aden’s voice was stern.

Ilyin hesitated again, her mind struggling with the appropriateness of this act. It was not proper for a maid to touch her employer in such a way, especially in the office and at this time of day.

“Did you not hear me?” Aden asked, his voice growing impatient.

With a deep breath, Ilyin’s hand slipped slightly upward, just below his chest. She couldn’t bring herself to touch his chest.

Aden eventually took Ilyin’s hand, his grip strong and firm. Suppressing the urge to exert force on his hand, he pulled her hand forward, guiding her towards his chest.

Aden eventually took her hand. Suppressing the urge to exert force on his hand, he pulled Ilyin’s hand forward. As her hand slipped between the buttons of his shirt, Ilyin was taken aback. Her body leaned forward, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

“Eek!” she cried out, her surprise evident.

And at that moment, Ilyin noticed that Aden’s lips were turned up in a small smile. It was a knowing smile, one that seemed to suggest that he had planned this all along.

“I would like to receive a massage here too,” Aden said, his voice smooth and commanding.

He knew it from the beginning! Ilyin looked at him in disbelief.

“Den!” she exclaimed.

“A maid calling her master by name like that,” Aden replied, his tone playful, “I should give you a spanking.”

With a sudden movement, he put down his pen and lifted Ilyin off her feet, setting her down on the desk. Her lightweight clothing, hidden beneath her apron, revealed a garment secured with small ribbon straps at the center.

“Delrose is a place that strictly adheres to hierarchy,” Aden said sternly.

“I see,” Ilyin replied. She pursed her lips, feigning surprise at the revelation.

The knights who patrolled the grounds were always so stiff and formal, as though they were determined to uphold the order of things. But was it the same with Etra? Ilyin couldn’t help but wonder. Even the maids who had served in Delrose had spoken of the harsh treatment they had received at the hands of Etra’s inhabitants.

“Strict with the rules…” Aden whispered. Suddenly, his hand gripped her knee, interrupting her thoughts. His touch was warm and familiar, sending a shiver up Ilyin’s spine.

“And to those below them, they are harsh…”

As he spoke, Aden’s hand began to move beneath her clothing, eliciting a mix of ticklishness and pleasure from Ilyin. She let out a small gasp, feeling a heat rise within her.

Aden stood up suddenly, leaning over her with an intensity that made Ilyin’s heart skip a beat. His lips descended on her skin, trailing down her thighs with soft, tantalizing kisses.

“You know how to please your master, don’t you?”

The words were whispered in a deep, husky voice, sending a thrill through Ilyin’s body. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that were building within her.

Aden’s hands moved deftly, removing the apron of Delrose with a skill that suggested he had done this many times before. He touched her hair, which was tightly bound up behind her head, and unraveled it with a gentle touch.

The scent of summer filled the air, mingling with the musky aroma of Aden’s cologne. He kissed her nose, burying his face in her chest as he worked to remove her upper garment.

With a ribbon string clenched in his teeth, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

“Or should I become your servant?”

* * *

Delicate fabric draped over Ilyin’s lithe frame, a testament to Delrose’s generosity. Every subtle movement sent the soft material into a gentle ripple, and Ilyin couldn’t help but feel a flush creep into her cheeks. She shrugged off her robe, fixing her gaze ahead at the study’s closed door.

“Is there anywhere else that’s bothering you?” Aden’s warm breath tickled the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm as he pressed his lips to the tips of her fingers. He had been massaging her hands, his touch careful and attentive.

“Ah,” Ilyin let out a soft exhale, feeling Aden’s lips trailing down her arm and along her shoulder. She couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation.

“Ilyin, you always seem so worried,” Aden murmured, his fingers trailing down the hem of her robe. The ribbon that had once held it together now lay undone, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.

“When you worry, does it not make you feel more stressed?” Aden’s fingertips found the knotted muscles at the base of her neck, pressing into them with a skillful touch. As he leaned in to kiss her shoulder, Ilyin could sense the pain etched into his expression.

“Blame the wretched one below who makes you worry so much,” Aden whispered in a voice that was low and gentle, almost as if he were a servant. But the kiss that followed was anything but that of a servant.

Aden’s lips found their way to the nape of Ilyin’s neck, settling on the round curve of her shoulder. His other hand slid beneath the soft fabric of her clothes, holding her steady. As his lips traveled lower, finding a spot just above her chest, Ilyin couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.

“How about here?” Aden’s kiss left a deep impression, the sound of a light smack echoing through the room as Ilyin blushed furiously. His other hand gripped her hip firmly, his touch possessive and strong.

“Are your legs tired from inspecting the mansion every day?” Aden’s voice was low and soothing, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. For a moment, Ilyin thought she might collapse beneath the weight of his touch, but then his finger pulled away.