Chapitre 22: Catherine

A/N

From here on forward, I will put the character's POV to indicate who's talking ^^

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*WARNING! Chapter contained sexual scenes not suited for young audiences. Skip to the next chapter if you're not comfortable with this type of scene.

You've been warned.

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[Catherine's POV]

After I put Benjamin to sleep, I closed the windows of his room and went into my bedroom next door.

Jorge and I weren't sharing a bed. It was one of the noble customs that the younger generation wanted to abolish. As for me, since I was a woman, I didn't have any say in the matter, not that I had any.

My life revolved in dull repeats. Wake up in the morning, dress well, hold tea parties to accumulate social standing and backing, and repeat the next day.

When Jorge came into my life, it was like I saw myself in his. Quiet, reserved, and had a pair of eyes that seemed at rest all the time, like mine.

Despite my father's protest, we got married, and we had Benjamin, my little bundle of joy. And thanks to Benjamin's presence, there wasn't a dull moment in my life anymore. He was full of surprises, and I could just watch him all day sleeping with saliva dripping on the side of his lips.

I sighed in bliss and took a hot bath before the maids changed me into my nightgown. Looking myself in the mirror as Lisa brushed my hair, I looked rather dull. My blue eyes always seemed like they were going to sleep while my lips were pressed in a downward curve, and all of these were put together on a poker face.

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I placed my finger on both sides of my lips and raised them into a smile.

"You're very beautiful, lady Catherine. I wish I had the same golden curls as yours," Lisa often said.

I certainly saw and acknowledged my beauty, but behind all that was a dull woman with no ambition but to take care of her son.

Take all my appearance away, and I was left with nothing but my name.

I forced a smile. "Thank you, Lisa. That's all for now. All of you may go and take your rest."

After the maids bowed and left, it was when Jorge appeared in my room.

He gave me a smile that brightened my day. "How are you, my love?" He closed the door and squeezed me in his embrace.

"I'm fine. How about you? Did you already eat?" I asked, but the desire in his eyes told me that he'd rather eat something else.

Reflected in his eyes were my ample breasts, fuller after I gave birth to Benjamin. They were pushing against my nightgown, and the thin fabric barely hid my pink tips.

Jorge caressed my cheek and pulled me into my bed. "I'd rather have something else tonight."

He said, and I closed my eyes shut when the kindness of his eyes was replaced by lust. He laid me on my stomach and pushed my gown aside before raising my butt.

I heard a zipper and rustle of clothes before he slid my underwear aside and entered me in one swift.

"Auh . . ." I gasped and burrowed my head on my pillow. My fingers were clawing for the sheets.

*huff

*pant

"Moan a little more, Catherin . . ." he bit my neck and squeezed my breast.

"Agh . . ." I tried, but my voice came out dead. I was trying, but I was not feeling it. I didn't know if it was my lack of sexual drive, but I was never in the mood for sex. Not even before I married him.

But it was my duty as his wife. We were married, and it was my duty. My duty . . . I repeated in my head.

"Ah . . . I'm coming . . . squeeze harder!"

I flopped onto the bed after he released his cum, but all I thought was the hot bath after this. I wonder if my dullness was the reason why I wasn't feeling anything.

Jorge planted a kiss on the side of my cheek and whispered in a kind voice, "I have to go and report to the Duke. I'll see you tomorrow, my love."

I didn't respond even after he was gone. I felt guilty for I couldn't satisfy him. Throughout our marriage in bed, I was like a corpse, and I felt fortunate that he didn't mind my lack of sexual drive. But how long would that continue until he was fed up and searched for someone more exciting? Someone younger . . .

It was inevitable that he'd bring in a mistress one of these days, and I wonder why the men at court never cared to abolish that custom.

My eyes stared at the night outside my window balcony . . . This was the life I would be subject to as a woman. Life of a virtuous, obedient wife during the day and a wife who spread her legs during the night whenever her husband wanted it.

A life of dull repeats . . .

Thank the Goddess that I have Benjamin . . .

. . . or so I thought . . .

On that one cold night, a silhouette appeared outside my window, in the balcony, calling my name with a voice that had my blood boil for the first time.

It was enticing me . . . luring me to discover the mystery within his tone . . . and I came face to face with the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life.

Gold shone through the strands in his hair, brushed and tied behind his shoulder. The paleness of his skin was enchanting me to caress his face while his red eyes captured me in a life of eternity as he brought down his face near my neck . . .

And my life was never the same . . .

And now . . . I found myself shackled in chains with only one thing in mind . . . blood.