Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Lyra knew this was the first time Baron Jason had a lover as beautiful and sweet as her, but should their kiss be this brutal? Her lips were like being devoured by him, sucked in so hard. Then his teeth pecked her teeth again and again.

'But his kiss was great,' Lyra thought, wrapping her arms around his neck, then embracing his body with both legs. His tongue sank and filled her mouth, stuffed into her throat. Panting, she smiled at this enjoyment, spreading her legs wider as if waiting.

"You're so beautiful, My Dear," Baron Jason praised over and over again after he finally bit and took a sip of the skin on Lyra's neck.

"My Lord…" Panting, she began to fidget as his hands pressed on her, and twisted her, then took a sip as her dress was thrown away.

Groaning was all she could do, as she knew he had tasted and licked her gooey, slid under the cloth, and caressed her under there.

"My Lord," she moaned, grabbing his head as if to make him go deeper. When she wanted a longer session, in the end, he just stabbed her suddenly, as if he could never be patient with a rather soft game.

They gasped together, she squealing, feeling hers full of stabbing, as well as sweat and a bursting sensation to her stomach. He squeezed in two different places, then devoured her lips again.

"My Dear… Lyra." His voice wasn't even clear. He seemed to be massaged from various directions, his sturdy possession had a commensurate match. "You are very beautiful!" he praised again as he moved, like a wild animal, like a furious demon.

The cot they were on seemed to be about to collapse, they seemed to be shaken with the opposite rhythm. Their bodies were hot, like being in a room full of the scorching sun, it was just that it felt very enjoyable. Moaning together, he finally let go of his love, spilling all over the place, then hugged her very tightly.

It felt tight all over the place, including his embrace of her. "I'm glad we finally got to do it," he whispered hoarsely and lowly. His eyes, which were brown, lit up after seeing her smile.

She nodded, hugging his chest who was still wearing clothes. "Me too. You're very skilled." That's what she always said, as a farewell before she dumped her men.

Baron Jason studied Lyra's blue eyes, then her plump lips, then at her fragrant, curly blonde hair. That beauty and charm he would have forever were what he always thought.

Now his hand-pulled her finger, kissing it very deeply. Moving, he kissed her forehead, then her cheek. Inching, his hands searched for something in the pockets of his drooping trousers. There he found a very beautiful red ring box.

"My dear, will you marry me?" He opened it, revealing a gold ring with a diamond bead on it. Judging from the design and shape, it could be worth the land she was currently renting with her friends.

She almost drooled, her hand almost took the ring, until then she came to her senses. Before answering, or refusing his proposal, she first fixed her dress, as well as wiped the things she needed to wipe. Then she smoothed her hair and smiled.

"My Lord, you are a very handsome and kind man. You are also wise and generous too. This ring must be very expensive," she said appreciatively.

Baron Jason nodded. "Of course. And I specially bought it for you. My parents insisted on setting me up with a baroness I didn't love. I told them that I already had a lover, and would propose to her. I promised them marriage soon. So, I chose you." He smiled innocently.

'Oh, why do losers always have a smile like that?' Lyra screamed in her mind. 'I hate them,' she continued.

"Will you marry me?" he asked again, more nervous than before. His wide smile was like a flower petal that had a lot of nectar, so many bees flocked to it. His cheeks were red, like ripe apples. His self-confidence strengthened him until he finally realized that his plans were not going the way he wanted. "My Dear?"

Lyra finally looked up after a long daydream. "Yes, My Lord?"

"You will accept my proposal, right?" Baron Jason took the ring in the box and wanted to slip it on her finger. However, she dodged. "My Dear?"

"My Lord, you seem to have misunderstood." she got up, somewhat awkwardly. Even though she had made up her mind to cruelly dump Baron Jason, it seemed that she still had to train herself to become a villain. "I don't want that kind of relationship."

"But…"

"Marriage is a prison, a cage. If I marry then I will lose all my freedom."

"I promise I won't stop you from doing anything after we get married."

"Even though I slept with another man?"

Baron Jason fell silent, at a loss for words.

She came closer to him and patted him on the shoulder. "You are a great man, My Lord. Girls like me are one of your distractions in this world. You can get a better girl than me."

"But you are the best in my eyes." He had earnestness in his eyes.

She gripped her fists. 'Be strong, Lyra! Don't be mushy!' His face was lifted. "But you're not the best for me." A mocking grin.

"Why?" He now rose from the couch. "Am I not satisfying you in bed? Am I less handsome and less rich? Is it because I'm just a baron?"

"It is not like that."

"So what?"

"Because you are too innocent." Lyra sighed heavily, her eyes fixed on him regretfully. That's right, that's the way to dump a man. "It's late now. I have to go home. You don't have to ride me because I'll be renting a horse."

She was about to leave, her skirt sweeping the floor, leaving the remnants of their moans still ringing in her ears. Suddenly he stopped her.

"So the rumors spreading about you are true, huh?" he asked, squeaking in pain. His eyes were glassy. "You are a girl who will dump the men after you sleep together? So it's you?" His voice rose.

Her beautiful back turned. "That…"

"Even if it's you, I don't mind," he said again. "I will accept all your past, as long as you want to see the future with me." He took Lyra's hand, squeezed her fingers. "Look at me, My Dear! Did the favorable times we had mean nothing to you? That kiss? That touch? Aren't you impressed by my efforts to make you happy?"

'Uh,' Lyra thought to herself. 'It's hard. Why does he look pathetic? But not! He's still a man. Men will chase the girl they want, then when they get bored they will dump her. Before I have this experience, then I will dump him away first.'

"My feelings are sincere for you," he said again. "I never hurt you either, right? Have I ever? Then what makes you feel I deserve all this?" He took out the ring again. "Let me put this on, and let me marry you. I will make you happy, My Dear. You know I will make you happy."

His efforts were sincere. But unfortunately, he met the wrong girl. Lyra never had any plans to get married, at least after a problem hit her first.

"I can't marry you, My Lord."

"Alright," he nodded. "I know you might be surprised, and it's a bit sudden. Does not matter. You can put this ring on first, and we'll take it slow. I will be waiting for you." His eyes looked hopeful.

Lyra bit her lip, taking a step back. "I'll never want to see the man I've slept with again. So I…"

"So you're going to dump me after sleeping with me?" His tears trickled down his cheeks. "Lyra, what's my fault?"

"You're not mistaken," Lyra said, in a whisper. "But I'm the asshole," she continued. "Now I have to go. I hope you can find a better girl than me."

"No one is better than you!" He shouted, watching her back drift away. "I will marry you, only you!" he shouted again. "Come back, Lyra! I'll give you one chance to apologize to me! I will still marry you! Come back or you will regret it!!!"

But Lyra never came back. She continued to run forward as if the sun would never rise again. Her chest hurt, all of a sudden.

"Baron Jason, I should never have dated him!" she screamed while crying. "Because he just reminds me of the old me."

She rode a rented horse, then rode to the house. Along the way she couldn't stop crying, remembering all the painful memories that left the ulcers until now. For a moment she thought about turning to Baron Jason, to apologize. Maybe being friends with him wasn't bad, as long as they didn't hurt each other.

But she had ridden too far, and the opportunity to apologize seemed too late.

When she reached the village where she lived, she heard people screaming and frightened. One of the women approached her with a miserable face.

"Lyra, your shop and house burned down!"

Lyra immediately spurred her horse even faster, faster than her heartbeat. When she got there she jumped, ignoring her dislocated leg due to the uneven landing. Tania rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

"Everything is burnt! We lost everything," she sobbed.

While Gerald looked gloomy. He handed a letter to Lyra, it was from Baron Jason.

"My dear, if I can't get you then no one else can. If you want me to stop bothering you then meet me after this. I will forgive you if you do. BJP."

"Damn you, Lord Jason," Lyra growled as she cried. "I should have known that it would end up like this." Her cheeks were sticky with tears, while her gaze was dominated by the charred skeletons of houses and shops.

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