NMRJKM Chapter 103

 

Their lips met, and Carlothian’s tongue invaded the space between her small lips. Ariadeline furrowed her brow slightly as she grabbed his collar, feeling him delve deeply from the start.

He sucked and chewed her tongue, as if he were going to swallow her whole. A wet sound filled the room thickly.

“Haah…”

When the kiss ended, what Ariadeline saw before her was Carlothian’s lips, glistening and wet with saliva. His reddened lips moved.

“I’m going to make you love me again.”

Ariadeline’s eyes wavered. Carlothian whispered as he saw his own reflection in her eyes.

“It doesn’t make sense to hand you over to another man now.”

What he meant was clear. Seth Dolorante, you must reject him. Ariadeline felt it. He was commanding her now.

“…Can’t I choose?”

“It’s already too late.”

For you to make that choice. Carlothian’s face was cold, but he was looking intently at Ariadeline.

“…You’re arrogant.”

“Yeah.”

He easily responded to her words. He didn’t realize this wasn’t a matter to be answered so easily.

Right now, he was eager to fill Ariadeline’s mind with himself.

He lifted Ariadeline and naturally laid her down on the bed. Ariadeline looked up at him with eyes that seemed to say she expected this.

“Do you dislike it?”

“Hmm.”

Ariadeline pouted her lips. She had a look that seemed to question what to do with this man.

Carlothian felt the reality that Ariadeline truly no longer loved him with her light reaction.

It was something he didn’t want to feel too deeply.

He pretended not to notice and buried his lips against her chest. Then he slowly caressed over her dress.

Ariadeline lightly shivered as his breath touched her skin.

Carlothian felt a heat rise within him at her reaction as he pressed his body against hers and trailed kisses to her collarbone.

“Ah…!”

A reddish mark was left on her clavicle. Carlothian rubbed it with his lips, soothingly, and slipped his hand behind her back to loosen the constricting strap.

Ariadeline sighed and stroked Carlothian’s hair. Her eyes looked as if she were gazing at a child throwing a tantrum.

How old am I? Huh.

Carlothian frowned, and Ariadeline instinctively smoothed out his furrowed brow. He liked this touch. This hand that had become familiar over time.

So he grabbed her hand and kissed deeply into her palm, as if to mark his possession.

Her hand flinched and withdrew slightly. The tips of her fingers brushed against Carlothian’s face.

She caressed his face. A sculpted visage. Cold eyes. Such a man could only be arrogant. Born with everything but still lacking.

“You’re twisted.”

Ariadeline said. Carlothian responded with a slight twist of his lips.

“Right.”

Carlothian thought he couldn’t hide anything in front of the current Ariadeline. His jealousy, his greed, and even this desire to have her.

Then something came to mind.

‘Even if she is a demon rather than a villainess, I am drawn to her.’

Seth Dolorante, that confident voice. Carlothian gripped Ariadeline’s body tighter. A weak moan escaped her lips.

“Indeed.”

“What, are you going?”

Ariadeline looked up at him with a pained expression. Carlothian whispered as he caressed her skin.

“I’m now the fool who desires you like that.”

He thought about it. What if the current Ariadeline, consumed by jealousy again, screamed for him to look only at her?

Then…

It would be maddeningly satisfying. Seth Dolorante. It awakened him to the fact that he wanted to possess everything about this woman, Ariadeline.

Urgency surged within him. He wanted to tie her to his side as soon as possible. And there was no simpler way to bind someone than through marriage.

“Ariadeline.”

“Ah. Why, why…?”

Ariadeline moaned under Carlothian’s teasing touch and asked. He pressed his forehead against hers and said,

“Let’s get married after this banquet is over.”

Ariadeline’s brow furrowed instantly.

“I… don’t want you…”

Then he interrupted her words.

“You will come to love me.”

“……”

“I will make it happen.”

Ariadeline was left speechless by his arrogant and confident tone. In the meantime, his hand invaded an unpermitted area.

Ah, a brief gasp. Ariadeline pulled him closer by wrapping her arms around Carlothian’s neck and closed her eyes. Carlothian looked down at Ariadeline, who had shut her eyes, and said,

“Don’t close your eyes.”

That way, I can see you completely. He bit her ear.

Ariadeline slowly opened her eyes and exhaled hot breaths at the pleasure he was giving her. Looking down at her trembling eyelashes, Carlothian smiled with satisfaction.

“Trust me.”

Ariadeline’s slender arms tightened their embrace around him.

 

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

 

Seth Dolorante sat in his mansion, in his room, holding a cup of tea. His servant stood beside him and spoke.

“What do you plan to do?”

“Well.”

He answered leisurely. He thought of the woman named Ariadeline. A visibly beautiful woman. Yet, a woman who had not been loved by her husband.

Seth set his teacup down silently. The servant quietly cleared away the teacup and teapot.

“Do you think Miss Ariadeline will choose the Marquis?”

“No.”

He laughed casually. The mismatch between his words and his expression puzzled the servant.

His master often spoke in enigmatic ways. Although he had served him for a long time, the servant still did not fully understand him and asked,

“Then why did you go to see her?”

“I have to make my presence known.”

He relaxed against the back of the sofa and replied.

“There’s a man like me who desires her.”

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

“I have to shout that I’m here. Otherwise, she’ll never look back.”

Seth Dolorante wanted the woman named Ariadeline. To be precise,

“How can she love only one person like that?”

He wished she would love him as she loved Carlothian. Something he had never received even once.

He wanted to take that love away from the man who didn’t even recognize its value.

“…But that love won’t change so easily.”

Seth was simply fascinated by how much Ariadeline had changed. Yet he was also moved by seeing her still unable to take her eyes off Carlothian.

“I love her too.”

But her love and his love were fundamentally different in weight. No matter how much he piled up his love, he could never match the weight of her heart.

“I want to experience a love that makes me willing to die.”

Having lived from birth in the neglect of his parents and the coldness of the servants, he harbored such raw desires.

Yes, one day. The words he had shared in a madam’s salon were his own story. He was a child born of an unwanted arranged marriage.

His parents’ neglect naturally led to the disdain of the servants, and he grew up almost abandoned in a corner of the mansion.

“Young master, let’s take a walk together.”

And then, the maid who had reached out her hand to him. He had simply fallen in love with her.

But what he received in return was.

“Why are you taking care of the young master? He’s a child abandoned by both the madam and the master.”

“Well.”

The words were thrown out with a light laugh.

“He’s just so pitiful.”

That casually spoken remark was filled with such hatred. What he received was merely pity.

Some might struggle for even that pity, but his pride wouldn’t allow it. He felt insulted.

In the end, it was humiliating to realize that no one truly loved him.

“But…”

From the moment he debuted in society, he had been very interested in the woman named Ariadeline. A woman who poured her heart into a husband who never looked back at her.

Carlothian Denaves. He was so arrogant. Did he really love a woman named Dorothea? Was watching from a distance with half-hearted affection what love was?

He scoffed. He had been moved by the love of the woman named Ariadeline. He had never seen someone so passionately proclaim their love for another.

When he first saw her, he nearly dropped the champagne he was holding.

He wished that love was directed at him.

He desired it. For the first time, he desired someone. So, while sharing his dull stories in the salon, he asked.

And received a cold response in return.

Though the reply was chilly, he smiled with satisfaction. Everyone told him not to be kind to the wicked woman, but he had never laughed so sincerely as he did then.

“If it were you, you wouldn’t pity me.”

A woman who could give him a love so deep it took his breath away—not love mixed with pity.

To Seth Dolorante, Ariadeline was like a goddess of love.

“How can I turn her heart towards me?”

He spoke lightly, as if it were an easy task.

“The easiest way is…”

He glanced at his attendant and said playfully.

“Just make the existence of Carlothian Denaves disappear?”