Chapter 66

“…”

“Have you had a change of heart? You’re usually so meticulous about what you wear, even to bed. Or have you simply grown more comfortable with me?”

“Do you have a death wish?”

Daisy’s sharp glare collided with Maxim’s unshaken gaze. Her murderous intent was clear, yet he didn’t bat an eye.

“So when were you planning to shoot? Any day now?”

He smiled so calmly, like he honestly didn’t think she could pull the trigger. That infuriating smirk sent Daisy’s anger through the roof.

Oh, so now he thinks I’m a joke just because I’ve been playing coy?

For the first time in a while, the urge to actually kill him clawed its way back to the forefront of her mind.

“I see no reason not to. You handed me this gun yourself and even trained me for moments like this.”

“Did I now?”

“Yes. Click, bang. Don’t you remember?”

Click—. The sound of a bullet sliding into the chamber echoed through the room. One squeeze of the trigger, and Maxim von Waldeck’s head would explode into pieces.

“The click’s done. All that’s left is the bang. Whatever shall I do?”

“Hah… It looks like you really might pull that trigger.”

“Yes, well, sorry, but I never learned how to shoot pretend bullets. You didn’t bother teaching a novice like me any fancy tricks like that.”

It was a shame all her repentance might go to waste, but if killing him was what it took to preserve the last shred of her dignity, then so be it.

Maybe the God she prayed to would forgive her for this one.

And if not? If no amount of remorse could ever make her worthy of a place in heaven? Then she’d send Maxim straight to hell and meet him there soon after.

Steeling her resolve, Daisy readjusted her grip on the gun.

“Alright then, Izzy.”

The threat seemed to have finally worked, as Maxim’s voice suddenly softened.

“Whether you shoot or not, that’s up to you. Just grant me one last wish before I die.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Come now. I’m still your husband. Don’t be so cold. You can hear me out, at the very least.”

If she couldn’t even speak up now, everything she’d held onto for over a year would fall apart because of her own foolishness. And seeing him sit there so smug only made her boil.

“Fine. But you’ll need to prepare yourself before you open your mouth. If it’s bullshit, I’ll shoot without hesitation.”

“How scary.”

A crooked smile tugged at his mouth.

“I do love that fiery spirit of yours, Izzy.”

This bastard’s lost his damn mind. Or maybe he has no intention of coming to his senses.

Daisy pushed the barrel of the gun even closer to Maxim’s forehead, her threat unmistakable.

“I don’t have much patience either, so if you’ve got something to say, say it. Make it your last words.”

“Temper.”

“Talk.”

“Don’t rush me. You said these were my last words, right? Listen closely. What I’m about to say truly matters.”

He seemed genuinely ready to say something important, his expression turned serious, and he cleared his throat. Then, as if about to reveal a grand secret, he whispered.

“My wish, before I die, is to experience this just once…”

She felt it then. Something hard and heavy swelling beneath her. It was thick. Hot. Pressing up between her thighs and selling with every second.

No fucking way…

“I want to put it inside of you.”

She wanted to deny it, but the heat against her groin was unmistakable.

That long, burning weight rubbed slowly, deliberately between her legs, growing warmer with each pass.

This disgusting pervert. Of course he wasn’t wearing underwear again.

Which meant that she was feeling his bare cock directly against her pussy. This was a reality she didn’t want to believe. Her back went stiff, and her hands shook violently around the gun.

“You’re not wearing anything on top, yet you bothered with panties? I got excited thinking you weren’t wearing any.”

“…”

“Either wear them or don’t. Make up your mind.”

Daisy’s mind went blank as Maxim’s bullshit rambling droned endlessly in her ears.

Whether he noticed or not, he shifted his hips, sliding the length of his cock through the slit between her legs, murmuring as he did.

“Huh. Why are you already so wet?”

“…”

“Guess I really am a good kisser after all.”

The soft squelch, squelch, of wetness echoed faintly, and Daisy’s face turned redder by the second.

“Well now, we’ve finally done it. You seem ready, Izzy. Shall I just go ahead and put it in?”