The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 39.1
Derrick grinned at his wife’s clumsy behavior. And even despite this, she remained very sexy, which made the penis tense. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol enveloped them. And just as Derrick wanted to kiss her, Judith spoke:
– And one more thing.
The husband grinned, seeing how the girl put her index finger to his lips, as if that could stop him. But still he stopped.
– Sylvia… I will win against her.
Judith couldn’t let go of the thought that the girl had come to the funeral. The reason, of course, is clear to everyone: she came to say goodbye to her beloved man. However, on the other hand, could it not have been Hannibal who came to ensure Derrick’s death and who personally passed on the curse to him?
And no matter how much Judith thought about it, both versions made sense and seemed as logical as possible. This left me confused. Derrick, feeling this, hugged the girl, placing her on a soft bed.
– I’ll have a headache, right? – she asked.
– Most likely. But if you let go of these thoughts, everything will be much better.
Judith turned away when she heard this, and Derrick’s hand slowly ran down her leg, up to her chest. Fingers touched the button of the dress. He unfastened them one by one, revealing creamy white, soft skin.
– Now is not the time to think about Sylvia…
As soon as Derrick’s words reached her ears, an electric discharge rushed through her body, which even made her dizzy. Judith didn’t understand whether it was due to excitement or alcohol. She seemed to be in nirvana and cut off from the whole world.
Due to preparations for tea and lack of sleep, the girl felt too relaxed and tired. And when it all came to an end, the energy on which Judith existed in the last days simply disappeared, evaporated.
Derrick, concentrating on unbuttoning the dress, looked up at his wife and noticed measured breathing and closed eyes. Approaching and looking more closely, he noticed: Judith had fallen asleep.
The demon sighed heavily and pulled away, instantly becoming sad.
The refreshing morning greeted Judith with a strong headache, as if someone had hit her with a hammer. The girl slowly opened her eyes, groaning painfully. The man’s chest towered above her. Lifting her pained gaze, Judith made eye contact with her husband.
– You slept well?
Although Derrick was interested in her condition, the tone seemed a little strange.
Judith slowly stood up, seeing not a naked body, but a dress, although usually everything was completely different.
– Wait, what happened yesterday…
The girl immediately plunged into the past day. She remembered returning to the bedroom after tea, but what happened after? The couple drank a little whiskey, then… The memory turned off.
“You must have slept well.”
– We drank yesterday…
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone who got drunk from two glasses.” If you react to alcohol like this, you’d better not drink at all,” Derrick’s face showed obvious dissatisfaction. – You know, I had to spend last night alone.
The girl blushed.