The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Tw: S*xual content

Just that made her feel a bit awkward, like he'd caught her half-heartedly feigning disinterest. And it felt like he’d caught that awkward feeling too.

He slowed his thrusts, narrowing his beautiful eyes, and asked, his lips still pressed against her chin, "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

His blue eyes flashed with suspicion, as if her answer wasn't convincing enough. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] As the purely physical pleasure of the rhythm faded, her body instinctively followed, trying to hold onto him as he started to pull away, but Cárcel grabbed her waist with one hand and ruthlessly forced her down.

If she had been able to follow her instincts like that, she wouldn't have felt this intense stimulation. His p*nis, completely withdrawn from her, slammed back in, all the way to the head, then slowly pulled out again.

"Lying is bad, Ines."

"Hhh, ah...."

"Thinking with your head and doing something else down there is even worse."

"Ah...!"

"Ah, it feels like I'm being s*xually exploited."

He said, with a nonchalant expression, as he pushed his p*nis deep into her, as if discussing a nonsensical s*xual offense. The thick, arm-sized thing was a tight fit, barely swallowed, then slipped out completely, only to plunge back in again. A repetitive, arduous insertion.

The inside, which had already been filled with Cárcel's c*m twice, received his deep thrusts, making lewd, squelching noises as it stretched open. However, after several climaxes, her sensitive skin was extremely sensitive to the intense stimulation.

The mind that had been languidly drifting off in the throes of repeated s*x snapped back to reality. Ines squirmed under him, a little resentful. Was this the third time... the fourth? Whatever it was, for her stamina, just being awake at this point was a monumental effort.

"Too, it's too deep... Cárcel, just a little, hhh, shallower... Like before."

Ines reached up to pull his neck towards her, trying to avoid the overly deep penetration.

As if acknowledging her intent, but appreciating the attempt, Cárcel breathed a hot sigh like a chuckle against her supple arm and whispered, "Tell me what you were thinking about."

"I, wasn't, thinking, about, anything."

"Almenara?"

She had thought about Almenara as part of her plan, and Ines almost instinctively responded, "Yes" — but before she could utter those words, she met Cárcel's eyes dramatically. It was obvious he wasn't asking about her thoughts in the way she'd assumed.

When Ines remained silent, Cárcel squeezed her inner thighs, spread her legs wide, and thrust deeper.

Her head, which had already been pushed off the pillow by the forceful thrusts, was thrust upward.

He had started in the middle of this big bed, yet he was making her feel insecure about possibly falling off the edge. Ines resented him, but she shifted her body towards the middle of the bed, wriggling. Thinking she was trying to escape, he pulled her back, but she soon found herself back in place.

However, she was soon so overwhelmed that she forgot her position on the bed. The heavy foreign object, completely withdrawing, then completely entering, started filling her at a rapid pace.

"I still haven’t heard your answer."

Haak, as her insides clenched repeatedly, her throat tightened and she let out a stifled moan. A large hand gently cupped the bottom of her b*ttocks, which were buried in the fluffy bed, lifted, and then began to receive his thrusts, her lower back lifted completely off the bed.

As if mocking the idea that he couldn’t thrust harder or deeper, the two hands supporting her b*ttocks spread her closed thighs, digging into her.

She glared at him, sure this was retribution, and Cárcel laughed brazenly. She was so taken aback that she laughed too, a soft "huh," and his lips pressed against her ear.

Ines shook her head, as if annoyed, and finally managed to speak, "Why, am I, thinking, about, hhh, Jose, while I’m doing this?"

"Almenara."

“……?”

"That bastard, hhh, the only decent thing about him is his last name, Almenara."

“Hhh….”

“What about calling him by his name properly, huh?”

It didn't matter whether it was Jose or Almenara, so Ines nodded vaguely. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] She couldn’t make this madman even more insane, not when he was already halfway there. She had limited stamina, and he was too big in every way...

It wasn’t her concern how Cárcel treated his adjutant. The same went for his relationships with his fellow officers. For Ines, all she needed were innocent sparrows who would gossip and whisper everything Cárcel did, even outside, into her ears.

If the servants in the mansion were important as witnesses, Cárcel’s colleagues and their families would be real sources of information. No brainwashing was needed to get information. Just forming the right relationship with the officers’ wives would naturally solve the problem.

Even if the officers’ mouths were tight, their wives’ wouldn’t be, and women usually liked to help other women.

For example, "It’s all just me speaking for Señora Escalante, please don’t misunderstand...," they would start with that sweet line, a sweet ruin of marriage…

Of course, it was true that she had thought, ‘It would be nice if they got along a little.’ It was because the fiancé she had seen in Mendoza was so different from the navy officer in Calstera. Ines forgot that she, without realizing it, had treated him like a pitiful dog who had strayed from the pack, and looked at him with resentment again.

She didn't know that despite his inhuman face, he was ultimately just another man, and that this was all ultimately for her benefit. Of course, her intention was strictly self-serving, but it was also a little bit for Cárcel. She wouldn’t hurt him…

Was adultery a blemish in Ortega? It was only a disadvantage in court, not a special event socially. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] For some reason, people didn’t even get divorced over such things. It was more like, they could if they wanted to….

What a crazy society it was where a nobleman who had never committed adultery and remained faithful to his family was considered a anachronistic weirdo.

So, she just intended to use him for a while and then return him to his previous life. His glorious life. She had given up on the idea of extracting an allowance, which she had considered decades ago, because he was basically a docile collaborator.

All she had to do was take the dowry she had brought with her back.

For him, it would be like Ines was a wart that had attached itself to him and then disappeared, nothing would really change for him. Besides, compared to his former life, where he had rejected marriage and never received a title, never being treated like an adult — this freedom he was going to regain this time was perfect.

‘It’s more like his life is evolving into a better form.’

Ines regained her composure in the midst of the overwhelming desire surging through her.

Her irreverent grand plan was quite selfless in the end. So, could he please just stay still, without interfering? As if sensing her gaze, he smiled sideways, and then, already deep inside her, he slowly rotated his p*nis, his hands gripping her br*asts.

He was so strong, but clueless… He was chasing away Jose, a valuable asset for their joint grand plan, like a bug, and he was cutting off all the connections to gatherings she would have diligently attended if she had known… Then, he’d call it "consideration" by saying, "Don't worry about unnecessary things."

Cárcel was the one who shouldn’t worry about unnecessary things. He shouldn't be putting so much effort into this unnecessary s*x….

Seeing him so enthusiastically humping a woman he didn't even like, calling her his wife, he desperately needed that same freedom he had before. [ʏᴜʟʜᴇʏᴜɴ] Ines frowned at the intoxicatingly heightened sensation, bringing forward a few of her plans.

"Daydreaming again."

"No, I’m, not. I’m not..."

It was sensual the way he sucked on her earlobe, deeply, as if swallowing her n*pple, as a sign that he didn’t believe her. Every time he pounded into her, the c*m and the fluids mixed together, squirting out with a vulgar, squelching noise, driving her crazy.

Finally, Ines reached her climax, unable to bear it any longer. Cárcel thrust into her a few more times, violently, then, muttering a soft curse, he climaxed.

His lukewarm temperature rippled through her stomach, spreading like waves. Her barely clinging consciousness fluttered and scattered.