If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 53

‘Willow.’

That name was almost like a curse to Georgiana.

Hearing the name Willow after so long sent chills down her spine. Sweat quickly formed under the hat she wore lightly to shield herself from the sun.

Georgiana turned her head away from the man who looked like he recognized her.

“Y-you must have mistaken me for someone else!”

“I suppose Willow’s sister wouldn’t be here, after all. I’m sorry. I must have made a mistake.”

Although the man’s voice still sounded uncertain, he bowed his head, apparently convinced that Georgiana, dressed in expensive clothes, couldn’t be in a place only accessible to first-class passengers.

“Well, pardon me then.”

Without looking back, she rushed back to her cabin, almost stumbling over herself. She stayed on high alert, worried the man might be chasing after her.

Bang.

She shut the door and caught her breath, only to see Lockwood staring at her in surprise. He must have been working on some documents, as ink dripped from the quill he was holding.

“What’s wrong? Has someone been bothering you again, Georgiana?”

Seeing her pale face, Lockwood immediately stood up, his eyes shining fiercely, just like when they were in the storage room. He seemed ready to go after the culprit at any moment.

“I-it’s just…”

She wanted to say that someone who knew Willow and herself was on the ship, that the person had seen her. But seeing his unusually stern expression lately, she hesitated to burden him further.

She didn’t want to drag him into her messy life again.

Besides, she had already denied it to that person. It shouldn’t be a problem anymore.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she forced a smile and shook her head.

“I-I was just hungry. I think I’m feeling better now. Suddenly, I felt so hungry that I ran down from the deck.”

“Is that true?”

Lockwood’s narrowed eyes examined her closely, as if trying to uncover the truth. His face was full of suspicion.

Come to think of it, she had never mentioned being hungry in front of him, which might make her story seem even more suspicious.

“It’s true. I was really hungry, Locke. Let’s have something delicious to eat, okay?”

Georgiana moved closer to him, pulling at his arm and acting playfully, something she normally never did. Lockwood was so startled by her sudden behavior that he froze.

She looked up at him with a soft voice. “Georgiana’s hungry.”

His eyes widened even more than before as he watched her.

Although she was the one feeling embarrassed, his ears turned bright red, and he even used his sleeve to hide his twitching lips.

It was like the expression of a cat that never came close, suddenly pretending to be friendly one day—a mix of emotion and bewilderment.

Regardless, Lockwood, who had been standing there dumbfounded, suddenly hugged her tightly.

“Ha…”

A deep sigh escaped from above her head.

“Georgiana.”

“Yes…”

“It seems there’s been a misunderstanding. I have never rejected you.”

“What?”

His unexpected words made her raise her head, but he covered her face with his hand. It seemed like he had something difficult to say while looking into her eyes.

Her vision turned dark, and only his voice could be heard.

He placed a light kiss on her forehead. “I intended to tell you my true feelings once we reached the Northwest safely. And also the things I haven’t been able to say until now.”

She had seen Lockwood swallow his words toward her many times. She had thought it was because he found it hard to reject her, but now it sounded like there was another reason.

“Until then, can you trust me and wait?”

Perhaps because her eyes were closed, his words felt more earnest than ever before.

Georgiana slowly nodded. After all, there was less than a week until they arrived. Waiting was something she was always good at.

Only after she agreed did he remove his hand from her eyes.

She blinked and saw Lockwood looking down at her with a relieved expression.

“By the way… Where did you learn to speak like that?” he asked suddenly.

“Speak like what?”

“So adorably that it made me want to gobble you up.”

“What?”

Goosebumps rose all over her arms.

Judging by his current expression, he looked like he might actually do just that.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As she tried to step back, Lockwood grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. She could feel something large and swollen against her stomach.

“Could you do it again?”

“Do what?”

“Say you’re hungry.”

“N-no. I think I’ve lost my appetite now.”

Georgiana avoided his gaze.

She never wanted to say something so cringey again.

“Coming to me on your own and then running away again at your own whim—that’s what makes you even more lovable.”

Unable to hold back any longer, he kissed her.

It had been days since they last kissed, with her being unwell and the awkward tension between them. Perhaps that was why Lockwood seemed more urgent than ever, lacking his usual composure.

Instead of gently touching her lips and licking softly as he usually did, he immediately parted her lips, his thick tongue diving deep into her mouth. The hot, strong sensation swept over her palate and teeth. Every time his tongue roamed inside her mouth as if it were his, a shiver ran through Georgiana’s stomach.

“Mmm… Mm…”

Still sucking on her tongue, he began undoing the buttons of her dress one by one.

His large hand slipped through the half-open front and grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly. With her nipple caught between his fingers, each movement of his palm tugged at the small bud to its limit.

The nipple, which had returned to its normal size over the past few days, quickly swelled again.

He lifted his lips away and bit down on her now significantly larger nipple.

“Ahh…!”

As she tilted backward from the sharp pleasure, he held her firmly.

It took less than a few seconds to reach the bed.

Apparently, he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to gobble her up; he repeatedly bit and sucked on her breasts, taking in her areolae entirely. Her pale skin became covered in his bite marks.

While she was quickly stripped bare, he still had his clothes on, and she blushed at the thought. Perhaps sensing her gaze, he also stripped down in an instant.

His hardened member pressed against her navel seemed even larger than it had been a few days ago.

It was hard to believe something like that had entered her body so many times. Had he swapped it for something else before penetration?

When their eyes met, it seemed to grow even larger.

Watching her swallow nervously, he let out a low chuckle.

Their intimacy was still overwhelming, but her body welcomed him, and fluids began to flow.

Embarrassed by the wetness, she tried to close her legs, but he noticed right away and slipped his fingers into her drenched opening.

“Locke!”

His fingers moved quickly, scraping against her inner walls. Lockwood, having memorized the spots that gave her pleasure, focused on them.

“Ahh! Mm… Ah!”

Sparks flashed before her eyes, and a dizzying wave of pleasure struck her body. She was close to climaxing with just his fingers inside her.

It was too soon, even if she blamed it on being stimulated for the first time in a while.

As she tried to hold back, the tension only caused his fingers to stimulate her more intensely, pushing her over the edge. Georgiana shuddered as she reached her climax.

“For someone who looks so innocent, your body certainly isn’t.”

The fluid that dripped from her soaked his hand.

Still sucking on her breast, he moved his head between her legs, swallowing the fluids that had soaked into the sheets.

All the while, his fingers continued to move in and out.

“Locke…”

He stopped biting her nipple and began nibbling on her clitoris instead. Her body trembled with each soft scrape of the sensitive flesh. While she was still reeling from her climax, a new wave of pleasure built up inside her.

Despite his tongue and fingers working on her, she felt a strange emptiness.

Only when Lockwood replaced his fingers with his shaft, filling her completely, did she realize the cause of that emptiness.

He seemed just as desperate as she was. Without giving her time to adjust, his hips thrust roughly, hammering into her.

Holding her tightly to keep her from sliding from the force of his movements, he drove himself into her with powerful thrusts.