ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 77: Contraceptive pills

That was all Demian needed. His lust shot through the roof, his thrusts turning even rougher. He seized her hips in a bruising grip, slamming into her with reckless abandon.

"Fuck, I love it when you get like this. Don’t stop, Val. Drive me fucking crazy!" he snarled.

They collided breaths ragged, insults flying, hands and mouths greedy and wild. Valerie wasn’t passive anymore, she fought him for control, biting, scratching, hurling vulgar taunts that only made Demian hungrier.

The room filled with the chaotic sounds of the sofa creaking, flesh slapping, and the raw, guttural cries of two people lost in savage pleasure.

Now, it was Valerie who dominated in her own way aggressive, filthy-mouthed, and fearless and Demian was nothing but stoked, unable to get enough of her wildness.

It was a ruthless contest now Valerie shoving Demian back, grinding against him, her voice a string of obscenities and filthy challenges.

Demian matched every move, sweat dripping, grip brutal, both of them clawing at each other like they wanted to leave marks that would last for days.

The air was thick with the sound of bodies colliding, ragged breathing, and the sharp slap of skin on skin. Valerie’s head fell back, a guttural moan tearing free as she felt herself spiraling toward the edge.

Demian’s hands roamed everywhere, squeezing, grabbing, dominating, but Valerie didn’t give him a second of control she rode him hard, sinking her teeth into his neck with a savage growl.

"Fuck, don’t you dare stop," Demian hissed, eyes dark, pulse pounding as he slammed into her over and over.

Valerie’s laughter was hoarse and wild. "Take it, damn it. I know you want me to break you—" Her words cut off with a scream, her whole body tensing violently as her orgasm crashed through her, setting every nerve on fire. She raked her nails down Demian’s back, riding the waves of release until she was shaking.

The sight and sound of Valerie losing control undid Demian completely he let out a feral groan, surging into her one last time as he spilled himself deep inside her, breath stuttering with sheer relief and ecstasy.

For a moment, they just stayed tangled sweaty, shaking, clinging to each other. Then Demian dragged Valerie close, crushing his mouth to hers in a long, hungry kiss that refused to end, tongues tangling, teeth biting, neither willing to let go. It was desperate, filthy, and lasted forever—until both of them had nothing left.

At last, breathless and spent, Valerie pulled away from the kiss. She slid off his lap, her body sore and marked, but her eyes burning with a strange satisfaction.

Without a word, she grabbed whatever scraps of clothing she could find, tossed him a smirk over her shoulder, and sauntered back toward her bedroom leaving Demian sprawled on the sofa, grinning like a man who’d just survived the best kind of hurricane.

Valerie returned to her room with steps so quiet they barely made a sound.

The door closed behind her, and for the first time since leaving Demian’s study, her shoulders finally sagged. Her breath trembled, her chest felt tight, as if the air in the castle itself had grown too heavy to breathe.

She didn’t cry. She was simply... exhausted.

With quick movements born of habit, Valerie pulled the small bedside table closer to her bed. She opened the drawer. Her hand slipped inside, hesitated for a fraction of a second then grasped a small, dark-colored bottle.

It felt cold in her palm.

She twisted the cap open, poured a single tiny pill onto the tip of her finger. The pill was almost insignificant in size, yet the weight of what it meant felt heavier than anything she had ever held.

Valerie swallowed it with a sip of water.

She had just lowered the cup—

"What did you just take?"

The voice came from behind her.

Valerie jolted violently.

The water she hadn’t fully swallowed made her choke. She coughed hard, instinctively clutching her chest, eyes wide as she turned and found Demian standing in the doorway of her room.

"Demian—" her voice was hoarse, her breathing unsteady.

She truly hadn’t thought he followed her. She truly believed she was alone.

"What did you take?" Demian repeated, lower now, sharper.

Valerie reflexively clutched the bottle to her chest.

"V-vitamins," she answered quickly. Too quickly. Her face was pale, her eyes panicked and Demian saw it all.

Demian’s brows drew together.

He stepped closer.

"Give it to me."

"There’s no need," Valerie stepped back. "It’s just vitamins—"

Demian didn’t wait for further explanation.

In two strides he was in front of her and snatched the bottle from her hand. His movement was firm, decisive. He turned the bottle, reading the writing etched into the dark glass.

Ancient script.

Demian recognized it.

His expression changed.

His jaw hardened, his eyes darkening sharply as he looked back at Valerie who had already swallowed the pill.

"Spit it out."

One word. A command.

Valerie shook her head quickly, backing away until her calves hit the edge of the bed.

"No," she said, her voice trembling. "I already swallowed it."

"Spit it out," Demian repeated, this time in a tone that made the air in the room feel suffocating.

Valerie turned, trying to flee to the other side of the room.

But Demian caught her arm.

In one rough motion, he pulled Valerie toward him and forced her forward. His hand pressed at the back of her neck, striking her upper back with controlled pressure enough to trigger her body’s reflex.

Valerie coughed violently.

Her body folded forward. Reflex tears spilled as her stomach lurched. She vomited onto the floor and the small pill came out, wet, partially dissolved, but unmistakable.

Valerie gasped for air, coughing harshly, nearly collapsing.

Demian released her, but did not step away.

Valerie tried to retreat, her hands shaking, her chest heaving. Her throat burned, her eyes were red.

But Demian caught her shoulders again, steadying her so she wouldn’t fall.

"You took this?" he barked.

Valerie didn’t answer.

She bowed her head, still struggling to breathe, her body trembling not only from the coughing, but from a fear she could no longer hide.

"Answer me!" Demian’s voice rose, echoing through the room.

Valerie flinched.

She nodded slowly.

A small motion.

"Yes."

Demian stared at her as if he couldn’t believe it.

"Why?" he demanded sharply. "Why did you take this?"

Valerie swallowed. Her chest hurt. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her dress, searching for something to hold her upright.

"I—I..." her voice broke. "I’m not ready to get pregnant."