The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 35

He rose slowly, as if in demonstration, his hips pressing forward. It wasn’t the grace of his movement but the raw size of his member that wasn’t gentle. In this position, there was no room for shallow involvement. Margaret draped her arms over the man’s shoulders, kneeling. A loose gap formed between their joining parts.

“Ah!”

As the gap widened, his thrusts became more intense. No, he was supposed to be gentle! Margaret’s body quivered. Ray gripped her waist with one hand and steadied himself with the other on the ground as he lifted his hips firmly.

“Ah, oh…!”

Intense pleasure mixed with the strain of his movements, and Margaret rested her head on the man’s shoulder. How would they even make it to the mansion where the prince lived like this?

“Ah, ah…!”

It was clear she wouldn’t be able to get up until the sun was high in the sky if she fell asleep. It was already late, and this vigorous lovemaking continued to drain Margaret’s stamina.

“Ah, ah!”

Her mind was clouded with pleasure, making it difficult to think straight. The desire to fully indulge in the man’s firm body clashed with the urge to resist and escape as soon as possible.

“He promised me freedom. Mustafa, the prince, will keep his word. So, I have to find a way out of the harem, quickly maybe even right after this affair is over.”

“Ah, oh…!”

At some point, the man’s vigorous movements ceased. Margaret lifted her buried head to peer at his expression, wondering if something was wrong. Ray was glaring at her with an icy, unsettling gaze.

“What?”

Ray questioned with a voice as cold as ice, devoid of any passion. Margaret placed her hand on the man’s firm chest and straightened her upper body. His member inside her was still large and firm. She couldn’t understand why he suddenly wore such a face. Or maybe it was better if he just stayed still like this. Perhaps Ray finally understood her properly.

As Margaret tried to subtly withdraw, Ray’s strong hand grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly against himself. A deep thrust elicited a gasp from her lips.

“What did you just say?”

“Ah, it hurts.”

“Not that. Ha!”

Ray angrily brushed back his sweaty blond hair. His menacing face was visible in the darkness. Margaret couldn’t understand why the man suddenly seemed so angry.

“What are you thinking?”

“…Nothing at all.”

Ray’s eyes pierced through Margaret. His sharp and intense gaze felt like it was penetrating her mind. The cold night air felt eerie against her skin. Goosebumps rose, and her nerves were on edge. The corner of Ray’s lips curled up slowly. His mocking expression seemed dangerously menacing.

“What did Mustafa promise you?”

Margaret’s chest tightened. She tried to buy time by pretending to be lost in thought, but the man grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.

“You made a deal. Yes, it would be best if you just spilled it all willingly.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“I could do worse.”

Under his oppressive demeanor, Ray became the emperor again, and Margaret returned to being a mere cardholder. So she politely lowered her eyes. It was undoubtedly a mistake on her part to let slip her thoughts. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have looked at her with such eyes after galloping like a racehorse.

The price of the deal. It might be something insignificant to the emperor. Perhaps he would scoff at receiving such a thing, not even gold or jewels, but merely sending her back home.

“It’s nothing special.”

“Tell me.”

“He simply promised to send me back home.”

At the mention of home, the man’s face hardened.

“…Home.”

“To the Kingdom of Berthe.”

“Who decided that?”

Ray’s eyes went dark with anger. He grabbed Margaret’s face with both hands and kissed her roughly. His lips ravaged hers, sucking and tangling her tongue forcefully. She pushed against his chest, turning her head sharply.

“The prince promised me,” she said.

She stole a kiss with the back of her hand. The emperor grabbed her hips forcefully again.

“Who decided that?”

It was an act of violence. The emperor began to pound into her aggressively. Margaret was taken aback. Then anger surged within her.

“I… I can’t! You… How dare you!”

She screamed, trying her best to stifle her moans. Margaret gripped the man’s cheeks with both hands, tilting her head and devouring his lips. He simply opened his mouth. Unlike a man, a woman’s kiss was passionate and intense. They tangled their thick tongues, sucked, and twisted them. Meanwhile, she squeezed her inner walls tightly around him. The emperor’s face contorted in pleasure. She reached down and groped his chest. Nipples protruded like hard rocks on his solid chest. Margaret sucked on his nipples vigorously while twisting them forcefully. The man’s shoulders trembled. She dug her nails in as if stinging a bee.

With a grunt, his hips moved faster. She continued to apply pressure inside her while their lips were still sealed tightly. Her walls squeezed his member tightly without any gap. Soon, he released a desperate groan as he reached his climax inside her. At the same time, Margaret pulled away her lips. The saliva, thickened by arousal, dripped down between their lips. The man, who had been so fierce, looked at Margaret with a crestfallen expression. As she tightened her inner muscles once more, deep wrinkles appeared between his brows.

Margaret spoke each word with force.

“Do you think I can’t leave?”

It was a chilling voice. The disappointment that came after a forcibly squeezed climax pushed Soleiman into the abyss of despair. They had been fine just moments ago. The pleasure of their first coupling had excited the man and made him think briefly of the future. It was like having wings to fly freely in the sky, only to have someone grab and tear them away, leaving them grounded.

She was a woman who had escaped the harem. Not once, but twice. She didn’t know how she had escaped, but if they confined her to her chamber instead of the harem, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to leave. If they locked her up and made her guard the window all day, wouldn’t she be unable to go?

No, Altar was a skilled tracker. It wasn’t just tracking her; they say he even forged her direction. The thought of having to search for her made his mouth go dry.

Suleiman hugged her tightly. Her presence felt so vivid. Yet, he was afraid and anxious, fearing she might disappear like an illusion. A sense of despair washed over him as his blood ran cold.

“Please let me go. Your Majesty. Help the prince keep his promise.”

The title she returned to felt so distant. We’re supposed to be together like this. Why should I let you go?

“Promise me too.”

“Excuse me?”

With a pitiful look in his eyes, like he was about to cry, the man pleaded. It was the familiar face of Ray to her.

“Promise me too.”

“What do you mean?”

Suleiman bit his lower lip and shook his head. The women he had seen so far either stood strong and were not easily swayed, or appeared weak or vulnerable and then yielded or retreated. Suleiman, for the first time, skillfully concealed his intense possessiveness and held Margaret tightly with a gentle voice.

“I’ll let you go. I can send you away safer and more surely than the prince can.”

Margaret looked at him with a suspicious gaze. Suleiman, with a pained expression, held her face in his hands.

“I need you.”

“Why do you need me, Your Majesty?”

Margaret glanced down at where they were intimately connected.

“As I told you, I intend to hand over the throne to Mustafa next.”

He spread his fingers and caressed Margaret’s face between them.

“But, naturally, there are people who oppose that. The biggest opposition comes from my mother.”

Margaret was taken aback. Suleiman slightly lowered his raised lip corners, then lifted them slowly, and narrowed his eyes.

“My mother constantly tries to kill the prince, and those who oppose him, in turn, try to kill me. I need someone to protect me until I safely hand over the throne to Mustafa.”

“Why do you want to hand over the throne? Your Majesty, you’re still young,” Margaret’s tone softened considerably. In response, Suleiman gently lowered his hand and embraced her waist tenderly. Then, he lightly rested his head on her shoulder.

“I dislike the law of succession. I killed all my brothers and ascended to the throne. Well, technically, it was my mother’s doing. But I don’t want to pass on the same tragedy to my future children. Yet, I have neither the power nor the will to change the empire’s laws.”

Margaret was well aware of this fact too. She lifted her hand and gently stroked the man’s head. He shuddered slightly like a wet puppy. Even he couldn’t shake off the malicious rumors surrounding him, constantly plagued by assassination threats. The position of the empire’s emperor might be too burdensome for this immature and weak man.

Feeling Margaret’s comforting touch on his head, Suleiman smiled. It was a shaky smile. He felt that the woman was almost persuaded by his words due to his noticeably softened attitude.

“I will pass the throne to Mustafa and live a simple life.”

Suleiman’s words were empty lies in an empire where the throne was passed on by leaving only one heir and killing off the rest. However, in the Kingdom of Berthe, it was not uncommon for a king to pass the throne to his son before he died and live a quiet life. King Louis XV, who held onto the throne until old age, was an exception rather than the norm.

So, Margaret was deceived.

She fell for Suleiman’s snake-like charm and three-tongued lies.

“What can I do to help?” Margaret asked, succumbing to Suleiman’s deceitful charm.

Suleiman lifted his head. A faint smile appeared on his face, but Margaret read it as a glimmer of relief.