Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

January 1883 Jiaqi woke up in the early hours of the morning, out of breath and covered in cold sweat.In the dream, she was running wildly in her pajamas, chasing something in the dark, shouting loudly to come back!Come back to me! Could this dream be a bad omen?Or was her conscience finally freed after being trapped in a dungeon for three weeks, furious, and running out to fight back? She touched the engagement ring Condon had given her.The feeling of tight fitting fingers made her feel at ease, the gold ring was as warm as her body temperature, and the surface of the sapphire was as cool as silk.Croyce snored in an upholstered wicker basket at the foot of the bed.She moved over, head to its head.It smelled clean and warm, and she took one of its paws, and part of the fear flowed from her heart.

Her breathing finally returned to normal.All safe.Now that she has endless happiness, who needs a conscience? Right? Hell is not enough to describe the situation at this moment. Standing in the midst of the jubilant congratulations, Condon felt himself drowning.The wedding ceremony, the endless blessings, the wedding reception.Cameras emit powerful flashes and loud noises to capture memorable moments for posterity.Too much laughter, too much cheering, too much genuine joy.He felt that he was a great liar, even more so than she, although it was really difficult to beat her. Several times he was almost overwhelmed.Everyone is happy for him and for them.Madame Roland had tears in her eyes, as did Claudia.Silk yarn and net yarn surrounded the venue like a sea, and the heather was decorated with rows of daffodils and tulips, which were as fragrant as early spring. Everyone thought this wedding was a fairy tale come true, and an ordinary marriage of convenience finally turned into a loyal and happy couple.The heavy deception made him unable to breathe.

It was because of her that he was able to persevere and continue this evil plot.She was so radiant that every time his gaze fell on her, it was as shocking as a punch.Her smile is passionate, confident and pretty, but every smile makes him die a little bit, every laugh is like a sharp knife piercing the heart. Even so, he almost gave up. After the wedding banquet, they set off for another house of Roland's family, more than 20 kilometers away, closer to Belfort County, where they would spend the wedding night in the bridal chamber.In the closed carriage, there were only the two of them and Croyce.His new wife, dizzy with music and drinking too much champagne, chattered all the way, planning the surprise wedding reception in Paris specially for his friends.

Her agent found them a ten-room mansion in the Latin Quarter overlooking the Rue Mouffetard.How many people does he think can accommodate.Had she only learned French with her governess as a child, enough for the dinner conversation?Although there is a lot of furniture missing, his friends will not notice as long as they serve foie gras and caviar. She was looking forward to the future life like a child, but he knew it would never happen, and her excitement was like claws tearing at his heart, and he didn't understand how it could be.Her eyes shone brightly, full of hope and passion, and made her seem intoxicating, alluring, even though he knew all the truth, and even though her wicked tenderness was made of meanness and selfishness.

He wanted to ravage her on the spot, show his power in the most cruel and vicious way, hit her hard, and extinguish the beautiful brilliance in her eyes.It's cheap to do that, but it's honest in a way. Because he is also evil, he can restrain himself.That kind of lesson is too light, although it can break her heart, it will be broken in an instant.He didn't want to do that, didn't want her to see his bestiality.He wanted to make her panic, despair, but still yearn for him, still think he was the most perfect man ever. Even if he leaves her life completely, she will continue to suffer.What a baroque project, even a Byzantine style, he felt both proud and ashamed.

He waited for the night, the sick, hard night. Condon poured brandy straight from the bottle when the door separating the two bedrooms opened.He turned around and took another sip, barely feeling the heat burning his throat. She is pure and white, but her smooth and voluminous hair hangs down like a waterfall in the river Styx.The round and pleasant toes are exposed from the skirt of the robe.He suddenly felt drunk. You didn't come, she whispered plaintively. He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Her maid had only been gone for a few minutes.I bet myself that you will come to me first.

You're making me nervous, she twists a corner of her nightgown strap.I thought she hadn't finished. What do you think? I worry about your repentance. The glare of hope shines down.If she admits her mistake now, if she truly regrets it, if she is afraid but still has the courage to admit it, and is willing to take responsibility, then he can forgive her.Not immediately, but eventually.He will also speak out of his insidious schemes. Why do you think so? Make the right choice, Jiaqi.make the right choice. She hesitated for a moment.For a moment, she looked struggling and frightened.But in the next moment, she regained control of herself, like a young Cleopatra, planning for her own benefit.Her gaze slid across his body, then slowly returned to his face.Probably just feeling uneasy about the wedding night, nothing more.

Instead of being honest, she repeated her old trick of femininity.She thought he was stupid, that he was so lustful that he would never find out that he was being played. Fierce and merciless rage erupted in his heart, he put down the wine bottle, and in the blink of an eye, he had already closed half the distance.He would drag her out of the window and punish her for her deceit and cunning until she screamed and begged and sobbed to tell the truth. She opened her nightgown and let it slide off.Under the nightgown, she was wearing a sexy shirt and a transparent water cup, and a thin layer of tulle couldn't cover anything.

He stopped and stared blankly, and his body reacted immediately.She is like the protagonist in pornography, with tall and firm peaks, pink buds pointing directly at the man's eyes, endless long legs, and hips that are spread out, decadent and luxurious, allowing a man to hold it hard when he goes deep. Bitch, he cursed in more than a dozen languages ​​in his heart.Rotten man, this is scolding himself.He finally had to make a choice with all his might, and the Kangzhuang Avenue would be abandoned from now on, buried in the wild smoke and grass.He embarked on the road to purgatory. Although the fire was burning brightly, the damp cold of the British winter still seeped through the walls and floors.He walked up to her.Go to bed, he tugged at her wrist.You must be cold.

His index finger felt her pulse beating wildly. Her heart was cold and treacherous, but her body was hot and passionate.She followed obediently, letting him lead her onto the footstool and into the bed. She sat upright against a pile of pillows, the sheet covering just above her stomach.Her gaze flicked past his eyes, then to the corner of the room.She clutched the sheets tightly. What is she still afraid of now?Even the wise men can't tell what Condon's ultimate goal is, because they have long been blinded by carnal desire, and the fire of desire has almost become an uncontrollable flame.

Epiphany fell from the sky, like heavy artillery fire.She was nervous because she was a virgin and it was her first time sleeping with a man. He almost laughed.How ordinary, how charming.How damn cute. May God help him. He slowly removed his clothes, taking off his vest and shirt, and at the same time he left behind his honesty and integrity.Her curiosity clearly triumphed over her rare shyness, for she stared at him intently, as if she had spent a lifetime begging devoutly to finally get this miracle of him. Don't look at me like that!He wanted to yell.I am twisted, wicked, black-hearted like you, and even worse.God, don't look at me like that.But she continued to stare at him, eyes shining with trust and devotion that hadn't existed since the days of chivalry. He climbed onto the hypocritical soft bed from the other side and sat upright like her, with his back leaning on the pillow and the sheet covering his trousers.He suddenly wished he could be a little promiscuous, and went all the way from St. Petersburg, Berlin to Paris.His body was burning with the fire of hell, but his mind was a bottomless blank.The depth of his loathing for this girl exceeds the sum of all the love in the world, how would he love her. She cleared her throat.Do you uh need pajamas? He couldn't help but chuckled, and suddenly thought of the answer.The only way was to pretend that the past thirty hours hadn't existed, that his heart was still full of optimism and tenderness. He raised a trembling hand to play with a lock of her hair, and the touch was as cool as water.He raised his hair silk to his lips, sniffing the fresh and sweet fragrance, like a new green leaf.No thanks, he said.There should be no need for pajamas tonight. She cleared her throat again, softer this time.Well, let's pray first, and then sleep. he laughed.It's really scary that he can go back to the previous time so easily, every word she said can make him happy and concerned.He stirred her into his arms and kissed her, tasting the sweet aftertaste of birch oil tooth powder. Her small mouth was warm and positive, her long hair fell down her arms and chest, and the feathery caress shocked him.And her fragrance.Her skin had an extreme fragrance, and the taste was like steaming milk just squeezed out, which made him dazed. He will never touch her again.forever.This realization came as a slap in the face.How unfair, he wanted to smash the bed, the window, the fireplace, he wanted to shake her so hard that her stubborn mind rattled.what did you do to mewhat did you do to us But his movements became slower, gentler and softer.He kissed every inch of her face, removed her clothes, and admired every delicate curve of that delicate body.Her nipples were silky soft, the sweetest he'd ever tasted, and her moans of delight were the sweetest sounds the world had ever heard. What an enthusiastic response she had.She is every teenager's dream come true, passionate and positive, almost trembling with lust.Her hands wandered greedily and eagerly, stroking around without shyness, leaving hot marks like branding iron.Her small mouth closely follows her hands, biting, licking and kissing, loving every little corner of his body. When he finally entered, her scorching heat seared him.He hurt her.He apologized inarticulately, knowing in his heart how hypocritical he was, sorry for causing her physical pain, but desperately looking forward to crushing her soul. He slid all the way inside her, through the smooth, firm cunt, and she gasped and moaned and whispered awesome, come on again, and the sounds burned his ears, knocking him out of his mind a little each time.He whispered incomprehensible sweet words in her ear, pious but mischievous, and sealed her excited moaning with a kiss.He stroked where he had filled her, and she was as smooth as melted cream, and he was crazy about it, loving her passionate reaction even more. It's a pity that with every deep penetration, every caress, every murmur, the pain in his heart doubled.However, despite the sadness in his heart, the pleasure continued to expand and churn.Her plump plumpness fascinated him, and he had to surrender.When her long legs wrapped around him, he lost the last bit of self-control. The feeling engulfed him completely, and he had never experienced it so intensely, wildly, intensely, pleasurably, or even imagined.He gave up resistance and fully surrendered. When he went deep and completely liberated, he was only vaguely aware of his moaning and shouting, as well as the large movements of his body. Oh, my God, Jiaqi, he said vaguely.Jiaqi. Well, the meanest act of his life, he did it.Now she was about to fall asleep, leaving him alone all night staring at the ceiling.He would get up before daybreak, give all the servants a day off, and have a showdown with her in the freezing morning light. But she didn't sleep.She hugged him, printed countless kisses on his shoulders and arms, and said with a smile, do it again. And just like that, he was solid as a rock again. He turned to her, and in the ecstasy of desire, in the longing that rotted inside him, he saw how wrong he had been.He did not set foot on the road to purgatory, but knocked on the gates of hell.