Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Note: Since many of you are asking, I'll just say that that this novel isn't entirely based on lemon scenes, nor will it be full of hardcore scenes like this. It will honestly focus more on the characters and their fun romantic developments so you can just take it as a slice of life romance with a little twist.

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Edmund's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as his hands curled into fists beneath the table. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to defy the order, to throw the container across the room, to shout his rage and humiliation.

But he didn't. He couldn't. Instead, he rose slowly, his movements stiff as he reached for the container.

The weight of the chilled silver against his palm did nothing to cool the fire burning in his chest as he poured the golden liquid into a glass. His hands shook ever so slightly, the only outward sign of the storm raging within him as he fought against the searing jealousy and helpless rage coursing through his veins.

"There." He said curtly, his voice low and tight as he set the glass down on the table, his knuckles white against the edge of the wood.

Cassius didn't look up, his smirk growing as he traced a finger idly along the rim of the glass.

"Thank you, Edmund." He said lightly, his tone dismissive. "Your assistance while your fiancée has a taste of me is always appreciated."

Edmund's fists clenched tighter at the mocking tone in Cassius's voice, but he said nothing. He lowered himself back into his chair, his head bowing slightly as he returned his gaze to his plate, though his hands trembled with suppressed rage beneath the table.

Cassius leaned back in his chair, his smirk lingering as he swirled the golden liquid in the glass. His gaze dropped to Isabelle, who knelt before him, her cheeks puffed out, her eyes flickering nervously between the cup and his face.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he extended the glass toward her, his voice low and soft.

"Here, Isabelle. You should have the first sip."

Her eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately shook her head, her hands clutching the hem of her dress as if to anchor herself.

"Oh no, Young Master." She said quickly, her voice trembling with a mix of urgency and embarrassment. "There's no way I could possibly share a drink with you. It would be improper—unthinkable!"

Cassius arched a brow, amused by her fervour, but he kept his tone light. "Improper? Nonsense. I don't care about such trivial things. You're the one who needs it the most right now, so take it."

She shook her head more vehemently, her cheeks burning brighter as her fingers twisted the fabric in her lap. "No, Young Master!" She stammered. "I couldn't. It wouldn't be right for me to drink from the same cup as you."

His smirk deepened, his amusement clear as he leaned forward slightly, resting the glass on the table within her reach.

"Isabelle..." He said, his voice carrying a gentle insistence. "I'm telling you, I don't mind. You're the one who struggled, after all."

Her body turned warm, and she glanced away, her voice dropping to a barely audible murmur. "My lips are...u-unclean, Young Master." She finally revealed the reason she was so against the act, her words trembling with mortification. "After what I just...did, it wouldn't be proper for me to sully your drink."

Looking at the adamant look on her face, Cassius knew that he had no choice but to follow what she said, as it didn't seem she was going to let go of her stubbornness anytime soon.

"Fine, fine...If it puts your mind at ease, I'll drink first." He said, taking a slow sip of the apple juice as his eyes remained fixed on her.

Lowering the glass, he placed it back on the table and slid it toward her, the teasing smirk never leaving his face. "There. Now you've no reason to refuse."

Isabelle stared at the glass, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for it. Her fingers wrapped around the cool surface, but she hesitated, her thoughts swirling chaotically.

She couldn't look at him as her mind raced. 'The same glass...his lips were just there. It's...i-it's like sharing a kiss.'

Cassius tilted his head, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied her hesitation. "What's the matter now?" He asked, as he watched her look at the glass like it was a relic. "Don't tell me you think my lips are dirty."

"No, Young Master! Of course not!" Her head snapped up, and she shook it frantically, her voice quick and nervous.

She then told herself it was just juice, that she was overthinking as she brought it to her lips. But the thought of his lips having been there lingered.

As the cool liquid slid down her throat, she couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped her. The simple act of drinking felt impossibly intimate, and no matter how much she tried to suppress it, her cheeks burnt hotter.

Cassius's gaze didn't waver, his smirk deepening as he caught the subtle shiver that ran through her. "Good girl." He murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Determined to compose herself, Isabelle set the glass down and licked her lips nervously. She could feel his eyes still on her, watching her every move, and it sent a tremor through her body.

She then thought that she couldn't let him see how affected she was—not when she wanted to prove her devotion.

So with renewed determination, she leaned forward, her hands steady as they returned to his lap. Her fingers then wrapped around his cock once more, her grip firmer now as she pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive head.

Cassius's breath stopped for a second, his smirk faltering as she took him into her mouth again all of a sudden.

"Gulp!♡~"

This time, there was no hesitation. Her lips moved with purpose, her tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive underside as she bobbed her head. The wet sounds filled the room, more audible now as her pace quickened.

"Shluck!~ Glorp!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Gluck!♡~ Smack!♡"

Isabelle's trembling hands steadied as they wrapped around the base of Cassius's cock, her fingers tightening slightly as she marvelled at its girth. Her lips parted, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head as a mix of shame and exhilaration coursed through her.

'He's so hot in my hands....I-I can feel him pulse against me. Every twitch, every throb...It's like he's daring me to see how far I'll go.' She thought, her heart pounding as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

Leaning in, she pressed another delicate kiss to the swollen tip, the faint taste of salt lingering on her tongue. Her lashes fluttered as her tongue darted out again, this time swirling around the head in slow, teasing circles, gathering the faint bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.

"Sip!♡~ Gulp!♡~ Shloop!♡~ Gluck!♡ Lick!♡~"

The flavour was rich, almost electric, and it sent a thrill down her spine as she moaned softly against him.

Cassius groaned low, his hand tightening in her hair, the sound spurring her on. Her tongue flattened as she dragged it along the underside of his cock, tracing every ridge, every vein, as though memorising the texture. Her hand began to stroke him in time with her mouth, her grip firm but yielding, her movements deliberate.

"Shluck!~ Sluuurp!~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!~ Smack!♡"

Her lips closed over the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked lightly, the wet heat of her mouth drawing him in deeper. She worked her way down, inch by inch, her tongue caressing him as her free hand reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

"Mwah!♡~ Glurp!♡~ Slurp!♡ Glop!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~"

Cassius cursed under his breath, his hips jerking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust into her eager mouth. "Fuck, Isabelle...You're taking this far better than I expected." He said, his voice thick with pleasure.

Her inner thoughts swirled in chaos, half-shameful, half-proud, as she pushed herself to take more of him. 'He's enjoying this...Because of me. I'm making him feel this good.' The realisation only made her more determined.

"Smack!♡~ Ahhh!♡ Schlurp!♡~ Sip!♡~ Shlick!♡~"

She moaned around his length, the vibrations making him groan louder as she began bobbing her head, her pace quickening. Her tongue pressed and flicked against the underside with each movement, savouring the way he throbbed against her.

"Sip!♡~ Gluck!~ Shloop!~ Lick!♡~"

Her lips stretched further as she took him deeper, the heat of him filling her mouth as her jaw ached deliciously. She pushed herself, her throat tightening as she swallowed him down, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

"Gaak!♡~ Guuk!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

She gagged lightly, pulling back just enough to breathe, her lips slick and swollen, before diving back in with even greater fervour.

Cassius's grip in her hair tightened, his groans turning into low growls as his body began to move in rhythm with her mouth. "That's it, Isabelle." He muttered, his voice strained, a mix of praise and command. "Take it all, Isabelle. Show me how much you want it."

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

Her moans grew louder, the wet, messy sounds of her effort filling the room. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her dress, but she didn't care. She wanted to please him, to push him over the edge, to hear him lose control.

"Shluck! Sluuurp!~ Gulp!~ Gluck!♡~ Smack!♡~

Her hands worked in perfect sync with her mouth, one stroking the base while the other gently massaged his balls. Her tongue swirled and flicked with expert precision, coaxing every groan, every shudder from him.

Cassius's control began to unravel as his back bucked again, his groans growing louder. Her newfound aggression was unlike anything he'd expected, and it drove him wild. His fingers tightened painfully in her hair, pulling her closer as his cock throbbed against her tongue.

"Goddamn it." He growled, his voice thick and strained. "You're going to—"

Isabelle moaned again, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock as she took him deeper still. The way her lips stretched around his girth, the glistening sheen of spit dripping down her chin—it was too much. His body tensed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he teetered on the brink of release.

"Shluck!~ Slurp!~ Gluck!♡~ Gulp!♡~"

"Isabelle, I—" His words caught in his throat, his hips jerking as she pushed him past the edge.

And then, without any word whatsoever, Cassius came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing violently in Isabelle's mouth as the first hot spurt hit the back of her throat.

"Squelch!♡~ Drip!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splat!♡~"

She moaned softly, her throat constricting as she swallowed instinctively, the thick, salty fluid coating her tongue. But it didn't stop—his release came in powerful, unrelenting waves, spilling into her mouth faster than she could manage.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

Her eyes widened as she struggled to keep up, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, desperate to take all of it.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

But the sheer volume overwhelmed her; thick trails of cum escaped the corners of her lips, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her trembling fingers, leaving her gasping with a thick cock in her mouth, not knowing what she should do with the thick load of cream in her mouth...