The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 1.1

Something was amiss.

As Margaret entered the Emperor’s chamber tonight, she was certain it would be a perfect night. How long had she waited for this moment?

“Did Prince Mustafa send you here?”

The Emperor’s cold voice echoed above her, and she felt it. Could it be?

“Look up. I want to see your face.”

Margaret obediently lifted her head. As her lowered eyelids slowly rose, she locked eyes with the Emperor, who gazed down at her. Her intuition had never failed her.

“!!!”

“!!!”

Her heart sank like a stone. The man standing before her, wearing a robe with intricate gold embroidery that revealed his bare chest, had his arms crossed as he looked down at Margaret. With his shining golden hair, smooth and fair skin resembling ivory, and chilling violet eyes hidden behind long and lush eyelashes, Margaret had only seen someone so beautiful and splendid once before.

“How insolent of you to stare at my face so boldly.”

The Emperor spoke with a smile that was eerie in its beauty. Most would have quickly averted their gaze or lowered their heads, but Margaret slowly rose from her seat. The Emperor’s gaze followed her and came to rest on her deeply carved bosom. One corner of his mouth curled upward.

“Ray…?”

Even though she thought it sounded absurd, Margaret asked again. 

“Ray?”

The Emperor chuckled at the sound of his name. It was a smile so unnaturally beautiful. He slightly inclined his body and whispered into Margaret’s ear.

“Emperor Suleiman, only. Kardima, kneel to show respect.”

His voice was imposing, but Margaret didn’t cower; instead, she stared him down with fiery determination. As if expecting her response, the man reached out and forcefully pulled Margaret closer, as if he could devour her in an instant. Through the thin fabric, she could feel the firmness of his body.

Margaret had come tonight wearing nothing more than a thin linen garment that revealed the depths of her cleavage and left little to the imagination. As her breasts and curves shamelessly peeked through the translucent fabric, the man’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. In that moment, Margaret sensed impending danger.

“Your hair color is different,” she said, her voice slightly harsh, responding to Suleiman’s remark, his mouth curling up in a mischievous grin. Margaret regained her senses. This was the long-awaited moment of opportunity, and she couldn’t afford any playful tricks that would lead to failure.

“Why are you pretending to be the Emperor?” she asked Ray, her voice tinged with hostility. The moist and hot breath that was whispered in her ear made her face flush. As she struggled to break free, her strength involuntarily faded in the tight grip of his arms. Eventually, resigning herself to escape, Margaret shouted firmly.

“Answer me! Why are you pretending to be the Emperor?”

Margaret gritted her teeth. She had to meet the Emperor. Not Ray, who pretended to be the Emperor, but the true ruler of the mighty Boroman Empire, Emperor Suleiman!

The room was filled with a precarious atmosphere. The man, too, couldn’t hide his dismay, evident in his eyes, as if this encounter had caught him off guard. However, as a faint smile surfaced on his cold face, Margaret couldn’t contain the surge of anger that rose within her.

“Answer me.”

Her fist cut through the air ferociously toward the man. Suleiman narrowly evaded the attack, but he couldn’t prevent the blow below. The man’s knee buckled.

“Take that!”

Margaret swiftly grabbed the falling man’s wrist and lifted him above her head, swiftly mounting him without any resistance. Suleiman found himself beneath her without putting up a fight.

“Don’t you usually think the opposite?” he said.

“Cut the nonsense!”

It was Suleiman who found himself pinned down, while Margaret showed no signs of relaxation. The man leisurely chuckled, as if enjoying the situation, while staring intently at her. She could feel the firm muscles of his thighs between hers. With each breath he took, a massive chest rose and fell repeatedly. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath. Suleiman’s violet eyes moved from top to bottom.

“But don’t you find this position quite stimulating?” he said.

“What nonsense! Huff!”

The exposed side of Margaret’s breast peeked through the fabric, accentuated by the rough movements, while she was entirely focused on restraining his hands. As the crimson fruit of her nipple swayed enticingly under the glow of the lights, Suleiman softly whispered his thanks before parting his lips and taking her breast into his mouth, savoring it fully.

“Hmm.”

Margaret had to exert all her strength not to collapse onto the Emperor. She felt her nipples harden. Suleiman locked his violet eyes on Margaret and teasingly flicked her nipple with his tongue, as if rolling it between his lips.

“Have you gone mad?”