His blue eyes, sitting with his back to the evening twilight, shone with a sinister brilliance.
Meeting those eyes, his heart instinctively clenched.
Blair, avoiding his gaze, walked to the locker room and said.
—I'll just change my clothes.
Wait for me a moment.
Just as Blair walked into the dressing room and opened the closet door.
Knock!
The man's hand, which had approached from behind without him noticing, closed the closet door again.
The sound echoed unusually loud in the dead silence.
Blair, who had been staring at the closed closet in the silence, turned her head.
At the same time, Herdin attached his lips to hers.
—Mmm…
The bitter aroma of the cigar invaded her through their joined lips.
He caught her with the intention of taking every last breath from her.
When Blair, asphyxiated, tried to push him away, not only did he not retreat, but he grabbed the back of her neck and followed her insistently.
It was a kiss without consent, without consideration, driven only by desire.
Blair could only breathe when she was about to faint from lack of air.
Herdin's lips, having released hers, moved down to her neck and sucked roughly.
Only then did Blair, coming to her senses, struggle to escape his embrace and beg.
—First wash… I want to wash.
She felt dirty for having been in the forest.
But Herdin ignored her words and pulled down the neckline of her dress.
Then the round hill was revealed that rose and fell with its agitated breathing.
His eyes as he looked at her had a strangely icy glow.
—Have you been to see that guy?
A chilling voice came from his nearby lips.
At the same time, his hand kneaded the soft mound of flesh.
His touch was also brutal, like someone who kneads flour dough without consideration.
Blair frowned and hastily grabbed his arm.
—Herdin, wait—
But Herdin, as if he didn't want to give her a chance to escape, grabbed her cheek and forced her to look at him.
—Answer.
I'm asking you.
His fingers applied pressure as they stimulated the breast they captured.
Blair bit back a moan and opened her mouth.
—…I know what worries you.
But right now there is no other alternative.
I will be careful so that what you fear does not happen—
Before Blair finished speaking, Herdin's hand slipped inside her dress.
He even lowered her underwear and went straight into her soft interior.
—I-I don't want to, Herdin.
That's not how...
Ah!
Blair squirmed at the feeling, but the more she did it, the deeper his fingers went.
One arm was instantly immobilized by him, and no matter how much he hit and pushed him with the other, he didn't even flinch.
Herdin looked for traces of Mikhail all over his body.
But the only thing she found was the faint scent of men's cologne that his hair gave off a moment ago.
Now even that had dissipated.
He felt relieved, then mocked himself.
His own attitude seemed absurd and irritating.
But what infuriated him the most was…
That even after checking it, apart from a brief relief, nothing changed.
That this woman kept thinking only about running away from him.
That simply that refuge was not that unfortunate man, nothing more.
That anger was directed entirely towards the woman in his arms.
Towards her, who only thought about escaping from him.
—Before that, shouldn't we investigate the truth of the incident?
—…
—Nothing has been resolved here, and you are already thinking about fleeing?
—I don't think about that.
I will fulfill the contract, I promised you...
—…
—You too...
no, you know it better than anyone.
What I practice every night to overcome the phobia.
Herdin's eyes, which were looking at Blair's tear-distorted eyes, sank coldly.
Yes I know.
I know it very well.
That all of this, in the end, is nothing more than a preparatory process to leave me.
I had forgotten about it for a moment.
Spellbound by that innocent face.
—Who knows.
Just thinking that the empress could have abandoned you too, you have become afraid and that is why you want to flee now.
Both Herdin and Blair herself implicitly suspected that perhaps Katrina had even used her daughter's life.
A possibility they had not dared to say out loud.
The moment that possibility materialized and left his lips, his words, cold as ice, became a dagger that tore Blair's heart.
It was closely linked to the self-blame that had plagued her for a long time.
Blair's eyes, always calm, began to shake violently.
Seeing him, Herdin grimaced.
It didn't stop there.
—Because she thinks it's better not to know than to be abandoned.
—…
"Isn't that what you're good at?"
I wish it were true.
I wish that woman had cruelly abandoned you, hurt you, and you had even lost the desire to flee.
—The divorce that you want so much, I will not give it to you until that incident is resolved.
As Herdin coldly spit on him, tears came to Blair's eyes as she looked at him.
His figure overlapped with the past.
In the end, you hadn't changed anything.
And I, despite everything, fell in love with you again.
My own image, wounded again by you, seemed ridiculous and miserable to me.
He felt as if the wounds he had forgotten for a moment were being torn again with sharp thorns.
Blair's struggle, who had lost the will to resist, ceased.
From between her legs, where his fingers entered and left without hesitation, an obscene, wet sound began to be heard.
—…Hiccup.
Blair, her legs trembling as if she were going to collapse at any moment, did not utter a single moan.
The sound of holding back moans vaguely resembled a sob.
How stubborn you are.
Herdin, who was silently watching his wife, raised his fingers soaked in her juices and caressed her cheek while whispering.
—So until then, don't daydream and obey me.
That act, so full of sensuality, at that precise moment destroyed her even more for that very reason.
The tears pooling in Blair's eyes spilled soundlessly.
Herdin felt an incomprehensible pleasure at that image.
Although it seemed crazy, at least at that moment, she felt a strange euphoria, as if he had become someone important to her.
Because her tears, her pain, were completely hers.
Yet at the same time, the uneasiness he always vaguely felt when she saw her came back to haunt him.
The worry that the woman he had before his eyes, in his arms, could disappear.
That drove him crazy.
Herdin leaned down and kissed her.
Blair turned her head to avoid him, but his hand holding her face immediately immobilized her.
Without separating their lips, Herdin lifted her and lay on top of her.
—Ah…
Her body, already wet enough, couldn't even take it all at once.
As if she rejected him.
But I wasn't going to let her go.
Herdin buried his lips in his wife's delicate neck as he thrust his hips.
Whoa, whoa!
His member, as fiercely enraged as he was, forced its way mercilessly into her tight interior.
And finally.
—Ah!
He penetrated her to the deepest depths.
But the restlessness that grew as if to devour him did not subside.
-…Damn.
Should I chew you up little by little and devour you completely?
If you became completely mine, would this terrible restlessness calm down?
He, who was writhing in the grip of a restlessness that could not be satisfied even by hugging a skewered woman without being able to flee or move, began to move his hips.
—Mmm, ah…
Blair's delicate body shook limply under the strong thrusts from below.
Unable to resist or flee from that cruel man, Blair finally closed her eyes tightly.
But even with his eyes closed, he felt it vividly.
His heat entering and leaving her inside mercilessly, her body burning and wanting him, and… the heart that, even at that moment, beat for him, made her unbearably miserable.
Blair, who had been holding back something she didn't know if it was moaning or crying, finally couldn't take it anymore and hugged him.
As if he was hugging a pincushion, the sharp thorns that he couldn't remove stabbed painfully into his heart.
To be continued in Volume 3.>…To be continued