Chapter 75

“Ahh, I suppose I can believe you now. You’re soaked.”

Maxim coated his fingers generously with her slick fluid and stretched it into a long string for her to see. Daisy’s face turned deathly pale at the sight.

“You see this? This is all from you, Izzy. So, since it’s already come to this, why not just do it?”

“Haah, hng, let go…!”

“Let’s not overcomplicate things. You’re wet, I’m hard. All that’s left is to put it in. Simple, right?”

Maxim showed no signs of stopping, and it was like a screw had come loose. He grabbed her knees roughly, forcing them apart as he positioned himself between them.

Daisy was so furious it made her head spin. Maybe she should just yell that he’s right, crack his damn skull open… and then go do the same to that fucking Therese.

But what about Sister Sophia and the children? Damn it. Why can’t I just stick to one thing? Either be bad or be good. Why was I made like this? The self-loathing hit her hard. Her nose stung, and her vision blurred with tears.

“Are you scared? Why are you crying, honey?”

It wasn’t fear. It was fury so intense her chest felt like it might explode, and the tears just came on their own.

Fuck, what is it about sex that makes people torment others and obsess like this?

At that moment, Daisy remembered the nonsense Maxim had spouted in the fitting room.

“When a man is left with a riddle he can’t solve… he dwells on it. Obsessively. Until it drives him mad.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that your resistance only fuels me?”

“You keep handing me new riddles.”

Fine. Let’s just get it over with. Maybe he’ll stop bothering me afterward.

This is just a body, one that’ll rot when I’m dead anyway. What’s the point of cherishing it?

Still trembling with big tears rolling down her cheeks, Daisy answered in a voice of resignation, her face flushed and blotchy.

“Just put it in and get it over with.”

Maxim blinked in disbelief, letting out a pfft at Daisy’s unexpected response.

“What’s this about? Are you angry at me?”

“Can’t you tell? If screwing me is your dream, then just fuck me already. Put it in, thrust, cum, and be done with it! Fuck!”

Daisy finally exploded.

Since her end goal was to get divorced, there was no point in keeping up appearances. Her initial plan had been to part ways quietly and with dignity, but if she held back any longer, she’d develop ulcers from all this bottled up anger. She decided it was time to speak her mind.

Even as Daisy fumed and panted, Maxim only gazed at her with an amused expression, as if he found her adorable.

Which only pissed her off even more.

‘He torments me endlessly and then calls me adorable? What a fucking psycho.’

Daisy felt a sudden urge to gouge out those eyes that were locked so calmly on her.

“That must be your upbringing showing. That innocent face hides quite the filthy mouth.”

“Cut the bullshit and put it in already. I’m practically serving myself up on a silver platter here.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Maxim leaned in and softly kissed away the wetness from her tear-filled eyes, even as she trembled with anger.

“Why the hell not, you horny bastard?!”

“Sorry, but even horny bastards have standards.”

“You perverted freak!”

She was utterly dumbfounded. He’d been going on and on about sex, so she was generously offering it to him. Why was he being capricious and arguing about it now?

“Yes, perhaps I am a perverted freak. I like it when you cry, and I like it when you curse at me. But this kind of ‘offering’ doesn’t do it for me. Besides, this is supposed to be our wedding night.”

“…”

“So, if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to try a little harder, honey.”

He made his absurd declaration.

“Just wait and see. I’ll have you begging me to be inside you.”

In your dreams.

With what sounded like a vow of pure delusion, Maxim got out of bed.

“Keep dreaming. I’d rather bite my tongue and die. It’s never going to happen.”

“Care to bet on that? I’m quite confident.”

“…”

That confidence was baseless, by the way. Daisy gritted her teeth as she watched his retreating back. She’d make sure to divorce him long before anything like that could ever happen.

“Don’t go biting your tongue needlessly. Without that cute tongue of yours, you can’t kiss me… let alone curse me out.”

He didn’t even bother to look back as he said it.

Did he think having a great ass made him invincible? And that maddeningly broad back. She wished her hands were free so she could at least throw a pillow at him.

“…Where exactly are you going stark naked in the middle of the night?”

“To the bathroom, to let off some steam. How the hell am I supposed to sleep when my dick’s hard?”

The casual way he announced he was going to “take care of himself” was outrageous.

Then again, that was Maxim von Waldeck. The same man who had somehow gotten an erection at their wedding without an ounce of shame.