If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 54

Even after filling her completely, it still seemed intent on piercing up to her navel, making her inner walls tighten in surprise.

“Ha…”

He furrowed his brows as if in pain.

“A-are you in pain?”

“Feels like my cock is about to snap.”

“Oh, that can’t happen.”

Believing his words, she hurriedly tried to release the tension below, but it wasn’t easy despite her efforts. His gaze grew darker as he watched her struggle.

“W-what should I do? I can’t do it.”

Georgiana, her eyes tinged red in frustration, failed to notice the increasingly sinister change in his demeanor.

“Well, since you tried to snap someone else’s cock, it’s only fair that you get punished, don’t you think?”

With one swift movement, he pulled his head back to her entrance. Then he grabbed her thighs and spread them as far as they would go.

“Whatever happens next isn’t my fault.”

“What?”

“It’s because you’re just too cute, Georgiana.”

With that, he began thrusting his hips violently. The pace was so fast she had to swallow her moans for fear of biting her own tongue.

The intensity left her breathless, and the pleasure came like a storm, overwhelming her senses.

The slapping of his pelvis against her echoed louder than the waves crashing around them.

Each time his testicles struck below, even the small entrance at the base of her core flinched.

“S-stop! I won’t tighten up anymore, I swear.”

Despite her impossible promise, his pace didn’t slow—it only got faster.

He gripped Georgiana’s hips with such force it felt like he might crush her.

Finding her trembling legs uncomfortable, he rested them on his shoulders.

His raised stance made her tighten even more below, and Lockwood drove into her even more fiercely. Each movement caused her soft flesh to be dragged out, then pushed back in.

Her mind went blank.

“Ha… Ah!”

After struggling through yet another climax, his deep thrusting finally stopped.

Soon after, something thick and sticky filled her all the way to her womb.

As if about to pass out, she began losing consciousness, but her body was flipped over. Despite having just climaxed, his hardened shaft once again parted her buttocks and pushed inside.

***

There were only two days left until they reached the port.

They planned to make their move after the final party on board tomorrow evening.

Since the kidnapping incident, Edmund had grown distant, making it even harder to get close to him. Anthony, caught in the middle, seemed a little troubled, but he reassured them with his characteristic hearty laugh.

But Lockwood had no regrets about taking Georgiana’s side. If anything, he regretted not properly exposing Isabella as the real culprit. Though Georgiana had forgiven her, Lockwood vowed that one day she would pay for her crimes.

Had Kyle managed to convey the message? They couldn’t be certain if the boat would come, but there was no more time to delay. Even if the boat didn’t show up, there were small lifeboats on board they could use. Besides, the ship was already near the mainland, sailing along the coast—in the worst-case scenario, they could swim to shore.

The best course of action would be to kill Edmund quietly, without leaving any traces. That way, there would be no need to make a dramatic escape.

Click.

Lockwood reloaded his gun, checking it several times. The gleaming barrel was polished to the point where even a fly would slip off.

He had prepared plenty of bullets, just in case.

“What about the young lady?”

“Henry, you’ll take her to the lifeboat before the party starts. She can’t be left alone in the cabin once things go down.”

“And what about you, Captain?”

“I’m going in alone this time.”

“No, sir!” Henry jumped to his feet.

“So we run and leave Georgiana behind for those bastards to use as leverage? Or do we try to escape while dragging her, dressed in her gown?”

If he hadn’t been so distracted that day, he would have thought of leaving Georgiana on that island. It would have been much safer. He regretted not considering it sooner.

At Locke’s question, Henry gave a bitter smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s all because Juliana couldn’t come. Anyway, I’ve heard there’s supposed to be a ship anchored offshore tomorrow, so I’ll take the lady to land and then return to the ship. It’ll look suspicious if we both disappear.”

“No need for that. Just protect her. Make sure not a single hair on her head is harmed until I return.”

Henry reluctantly nodded at Lockwood’s firm refusal. “Hah… Understood. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on back home. If they hadn’t given us these orders, we’d be safely disembarked by now. Maybe those rumors about dementia are true.”

Henry shook his head.

There had once been a rumor that Commander Rossmann had gone mad after losing his only daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter in a tragic accident. But it was just a rumor. Lockwood had never met a strategic genius like him.

While rumors spread about Lockwood being “married to the military,” people said Rossmann would remain in the army until he was in his grave after losing his family.

No doubt, this decision was made to minimize civilian casualties. If things had gone as originally planned, Juliana would have taken Georgiana’s place, and the safety of the crew would not have been a priority.

If Kyle hadn’t been the one to relay that message, he wouldn’t have questioned it this much. Though he wasn’t that much of a bastard, Lockwood had seen enough people sacrifice everyone for their ambitions to know the importance of appropriate suspicion.

“He’ll be around for another twenty years or so, so be careful what you say.”

“True. There’s no way a strict man like him would have dementia, right? Because of him, I used to freeze up at the sight of blonde hair. At least now, thanks to the lady, my opinion of blondes has improved. Oh, by the way, did you finish talking with her?”

“I’m planning to tell her tonight.”

“You’re not actually going to reveal your identity, are you?”

“No. I’ll tell her it’s because of business that she’s leaving first. I promised to tell her my true identity when we reach the Northwest. I also plan to tell her everything about Willow.”

“You’re really going to tell her everything? Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’ll probably feel betrayed.”

Henry’s face filled with concern as he checked his weapons.

Willow had gone too far. Punching Georgiana in the face hadn’t been enough—he had even broken a rib.

Lockwood couldn’t help but worry about how Georgiana would react once she learned that he was the reason for all of it. Worst-case scenario, she might decide she never wanted to see him again.

That fear had kept him from saying anything, even though there had been several opportunities. He would be at a loss for words whenever he stood before her. How many times had he tried to speak while watching her sleep beside him?

Georgiana probably didn’t know even in her dreams what he had done.

But if he was serious about a future with her, he had to address this. It wasn’t something that could be covered up.

If it was bound to surface eventually, confessing his sins and starting afresh was the only way to ensure he had no regrets later.

Seeing Lockwood’s resolve, Henry spoke cautiously, “Well… You know about using both the carrot and the stick, right? It’s not a perfect analogy, but if you’re going to tell her all that, make sure to be extra kind to her first. It’ll help lessen the blow.”

“Won’t that just make her feel even more betrayed? Realizing that the person who was so good to her was actually bad?”

“No, that’s not it. She might be angry, but then she’ll think, ‘That’s why he felt guilty, that’s why he tried to be good to me,’ and the anger will fade.”

“For someone who knows so much about relationships, why are you still single?”

“Hah… Do you really not know the answer to that?”

Henry looked at him with reproachful eyes.

Having followed Lockwood around even more closely than his younger brother Raymond since they were children, Henry had joined the army right after becoming an adult, following Lockwood. They had been through everything together since then.

Though Lockwood’s penchant for choosing the most dangerous paths had put them through countless life-threatening situations, Henry had never wavered in his desire to stay with him until they retired.

Naturally, he had never had a chance for a relationship, just like his superior.

Lockwood hoped that, just as he had met Georgiana and opened his heart, Henry would also meet someone and settle down.

If Georgiana was like a cat, then Henry was definitely like a puppy. He playfully ruffled Henry’s hair as the latter glared at him.

“Anyway, where’s the lady? She doesn’t seem to be in the cabin.”

Henry pressed his ear to the wall adjoining Lockwood’s room, frowning.