If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 11

“Officers are here.”

“Are they?” Lockwood’s expression remained unchanged despite the urgency in the servant’s voice. In contrast, Georgiana looked up at him with a worried expression.

Could it be those officers? she thought. He mentioned he didn’t like getting involved in troublesome matters. What could they want now?

Her lips felt dry as she speculated.

“Stall them for a few minutes,” Lockwood instructed.

“Yes, sir.” The servant nodded resolutely before closing the door behind him.

“Georgiana.”

“Yes?”

“I heard you say yesterday that you would repay the favor you owe me. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Her compliant response made him pause for a moment before he replied quietly, “Then, may I collect that debt in my own way?”

With that, he swiftly removed his vest and shirt. Georgiana’s mouth dropped open as she watched him strip to his bare torso.

Though she had glimpsed his muscular arms and veins while he painted, she hadn’t expected his body to be this well-built. 

His broad shoulders flowed into a wide chest, covered with defined muscle, with no part of his body that wasn’t firm. His abs, divided into several ridges and deeply indented, looked as if no weapon could penetrate them.

The contrast was stark when she thought of her brother Willow’s flabby torso, which she had often seen when he walked around with his shirt unbuttoned. The difference between the two men was so striking that it was hard to believe they were the same species.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, staring in a daze as he approached. He leaned down as if seeking permission. “If you don’t want this, tell me at any time. This is merely the repayment of a promise.”

Half in a daze, Georgiana nodded, and his hands touched her shoulders.

Despite his polite demeanor, his actions were rough as he threw her jacket behind the sofa. Without bothering to unbutton her blouse, he simply tore it open, sending buttons flying.

In an instant, her skirt and bodice were also removed, leaving her in only her thin drawers. She didn’t even have time to cover her breasts with her arms as he laid her down on the sofa.

‘What is happening?’ she thought, trying to process the situation. He moved over her, his knees on either side of her body, and her mind went blank.

Lockwood’s low whisper came from above her, “If you endure this for a moment, I will give you a reward. Isn’t there something you are looking for?”

“That…”

“If undressing you yesterday was the cost for the favor, consider this the price for finding your lost item. I believe it is worth quite a bit.”

His cold voice, devoid of any emotion, made him seem like a different man entirely. Though it seemed unlikely, she felt as if he would indeed extract a price from her.

As she pondered what could be worse than being undressed, Lockwood lowered his head and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck.

Gasp.

The unexpected contact made Georgiana forget to breathe, her eyes widening in shock. The feel of his dark hair brushing against her neck and the sight of his perfect forehead seemed unreal. She had expected his lips to be cold, but they were hot enough to leave a mark. His hot tongue slid up her slender neck, making her feel as if it was being scalded.

“Ah… ugh!”

When his lips reached her earlobe and he began to suck, her back arched as if struck by lightning. His tongue moved wetly along the contours of her ear, sending a sensation through her that was far from mere tickling.

Hot and sensual.

As the dizzying sensation washed over her, tears welled up beneath her tightly shut eyes. Only after both her ears were thoroughly soaked did his lips finally part. Just as she thought it was over, his lips retraced their path, more lingering and intense this time.

Each lick and kiss on her skin made her body jerk involuntarily.

“L-Lockwood.”

Lying on the sofa, she had no room to retreat, yet she kept trying to pull away. Lockwood pulled her waist closer, something hard pressing against her flat stomach. Despite her lack of formal education, she knew it was his erect penis.

He rubbed his arousal against her stomach while sucking and biting her skin. His chaste appearance belied the lascivious movements of his hips and lips.

“Ugh.”

Inexperienced with these new sensations, moans kept escaping through her clenched teeth. She tried to push his head away, but his lips had already moved from her neck to her chest. Her legs trembled between his.

The tips of her soft breasts felt heavy and tugged. Looking down through teary eyes, she saw her small nipples standing erect.

As if waiting for her gaze, he began to suck on the peak with his lips, maintaining eye contact. Unlike the stifling heat in the room, his ocean-blue eyes remained cold. Yet, the intensity of his lips’ touch scattered her thoughts, making it impossible to think clearly.

“Ah…”

Georgiana gripped his head and shuddered as his tongue roamed over her breast, finding her peak and biting down. The sensation of her pink peak being rolled in his hot mouth made her feel like she would lose consciousness.

Every time he sucked on her like a candy, wet whimpers escaped her lips.

“Ah… huh!”

His hand slipped between her legs, brushing over her drawers and touching her vulva. He pressed down with his hand and bit her nipple with his tongue, leaving her clinging to him helplessly.

Somehow, her remaining drawers had become so soaked that her skin showed through. Thankfully, he did not attempt to remove them. Instead, he moved his fingers along the slit beneath them.

Every time his thick fingers moved, a wet, squelching sound emanated from below. Her legs, which had been tightly closed, gradually opened as he naturally pressed into her. Just then, the door burst open with a bang.

“Ah!”

At Georgiana’s scream, he shielded her completely with his large body.

“Who’s there?” he shouted sharply, covering her with the torn blouse that had been thrown to the floor.

At that moment, four men in police uniforms stomped into the room. The man in the middle bowed slightly in a formal introduction. “We’re here from the police department for an investigation. There have been reports of suspicious activities related to independence movements, and this house has been flagged as suspicious. We heard there’s a painter here, so we’ll just verify and be on our way.”

The excessive power given to the military and police to suppress independence fighters led to these groups behaving rudely, often taking bribes to cover up crimes or framing the poor and innocent. Their leering gazes roved around the room, finally settling on Lockwood and Georgiana beneath him.

“Well, it looks like our noble lord here isn’t just painting but also enjoying his model.”

“Yeah, these days it’s all a pretense. They call it art, but really it’s just an excuse for nobles to buy young women. The ones who don’t do this and just paint are the suspicious ones.”

“It’s the same with ballet theaters and training schools, right?”

“Anyway, it seems foreigners learn the bad stuff quickly.”

One of them suddenly stepped closer. “Since she’s a model, we should get a look too, right? Whether in a painting or in person, it’s the same thing.”

“Now that you mention it, that makes sense.”

“I’ve never seen a painting model in real life. I’m curious to see what she looks like.”

Georgiana’s body stiffened more with each passing word. The fear of being surrounded naked by these men made her tightly shut eyes tremble. If not for the warmth of his body, she would have already been frozen with terror.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them have their way,” Lockwood whispered in her ear, pulling her closer. Despite being unarmed against four armed policemen, his words did not feel hollow.

The footsteps approached, and just as the tension reached its peak, a servant burst into the room, breathless, holding a purse of money. The policemen’s attention shifted towards him. The servant pleaded with the leader, offering the purse. Glancing inside, the leader shrugged and said, “Well, there doesn’t seem to be anything suspicious. Clearly, the lord is just painting. Let’s go.”

He cast one last glance at Georgiana, but with the heavy purse tucked away, they left without further comment. She remained in his arms, holding her breath until the footsteps faded.

“Let’s get up now,” he said, returning to his polite demeanor as he handed her fresh clothes. His face was emotionless, as if he had collected the price he had mentioned.

As if what had just happened was nothing.