The despair after awakening

The divine aura emanating from Lorneauxs was immensely powerful. Although Claire's consciousness was somewhat hazy, the ominous atmosphere around him prompted her to involuntarily withdraw a bit.

Despite this, she felt extremely uncomfortable. The awareness of danger hadn't fully reached her brain, but her delicate body in need of soothing had already pressed against him. Restlessly squirming, she couldn't bear the heat, intensifying the friction.

"It's so hot, so hot," she whispered.

Lorneauxs' body stiffened slightly, his arm supporting himself on the bed, veins bulging.

"Three seconds, if you don't back down, bear the consequences yourself," he declared, his tone carrying a stern warning.

Staring at Claire's half-open and bewildered gaze, Lorneauxs' voice was low and seemed to carry some suppressed meaning.

He is a man.

A robust man.

A man with all the traditional attributes of a man.

No woman has ever dared to flirt with disaster, igniting sparks on him.

Claire felt her entire body heating up like a pressure cooker, on the verge of exploding, yet unable to find any outlet. She heard but didn't comprehend; she didn't know what Lorneauxs was saying.、

Subconsciously, she only knew that his body was pleasantly cool, and being pressed against him felt incredibly comfortable. Almost instinctively, she clung tightly to him. "It's hot, so hot," she murmured softly.

"You brought this upon yourself." Claire, with a sobbing tone, severed the last restrained nerve of Lorneauxs. His sensuous lips, perfectly calibrated in thickness, captured her tender, rosy ones in a passionate kiss.

In the beautiful scenery of the spring night, Claire, like a soul drowning, clung to Lorneauxs as if finding a life-saving straw, tightly embracing him with all her strength, not allowing his body to move even an inch.

In their unbearable and intense entanglement, time passed second by second, and her breath became increasingly rapid. Climbing to the peak of sensation, in a moment of ecstatic bliss, Claire's mind suddenly blanked out. Her cherry-like lips couldn't help but emit a sigh-like exclamation, "Oh, Crispin."

In an instant, Lorneauxs' scorching body felt as if doused with a bucket of icy water, penetrating through the skin, chilling to the bone.

"What did you just call out?" Lorneauxs forcefully gripped Claire's jaw, demanding. On his sweat-laden, stern face, his eyes carried madness, tinged with a hint of cruelty, as if every carefully chosen word was meant to bring about a judgment day. "Whose name were you shouting?"

In the prime of his life, his hearing hadn't yet failed him. This woman, astonishingly, had uttered another man's name beneath him.

Moreover, it was the name of his own younger brother.

The pain, as if he were shattering her jawbone, brought Claire's bewildered mind back to clarity.

Claire blinked her mist-filled eyes, looking at Lorneauxs with innocence and sorrow. She didn't know what had happened; it was only the pain that made her want to push him away. However, her delicate arms lacked the strength to do so.

"Pain." Claire's rosy lips trembled as she spoke softly. Tears uncontrollably streamed down her cheeks, accusing Lorneauxs of cruelty with a sense of grievance.

"Pain." Watching the delicate and tearful Claire, Lorneauxs understood that she had lost herself. Seeking answers now seemed futile, but his anger continued to burn. Danger flickered in his eyes as he sternly declared, "Claire, tonight, I will make you understand the true meaning of pain."

Feeling his male pride scorned and challenged, Lorneauxs descended into complete madness.

The night was deep and eerily silent.

Claire's pain and pleasure intermingled as she danced to the rhythm set by Lorneauxs, tossing and turning between life and death.

A night of debauchery, an entanglement to the edge of despair. Ludicrous to the point where the gears of fate seemed to reverse, entangled to the extent that one's lifelong obsession merged with another's very essence.

As the moon set and the sun rose, when Claire awoke, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

Upon opening her eyes, she subconsciously tried to sit up.

However.

"Mmm." Before her upper body could rise, Claire let out a painful cry, collapsing back onto the bed, her entire body aching and sore.

Claire stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, her grape-like deep and clear eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. The soreness throughout her body gradually surged.

Last night, she had been with a man.

Thinking of the man's face, Claire anxiously glanced at the large bed. There were no suspicious figures on it. She surveyed the entire luxurious suite; apart from her, there was no one else.

"I was with Lorneauxs." Claire's long and dense eyelashes trembled violently. Uttering the man's name, her small mouth involuntarily quivered.

Although she couldn't recall the entire process of the wild scene last night, some impressions lingered. She vividly remembered Lorneauxs' indifferent yet fierce face.

"I must be insane, completely insane. How could I be with him? He's my stepfather's son, how could I be with him?"

Claire widened her eyes in shock, her face revealing a look of terror. She covered her small face, on the verge of tears, evidently finding it hard to accept reality.

Amidst shock and confusion, she dared not linger here any longer. She forcefully swept the covers aside, preparing to get out of bed.

"Ouch!" Claire endured the pain, struggling to stand up. Her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor.

"It hurts so much," she sobbed, frowning. Every inch of her body ached. It felt like she had been run over by a truck. "Why am I in so much pain?"

Thinking of Lorneauxs, the one who had done this to her, she forced herself to stand upright, fearing he might jump out from some dark corner.

On the bedside table was a bag containing clothes, women's clothing. She hesitated for no more than a moment before grabbing them and putting them on.

When Claire saw the ugly purple bruise on her body as she dressed, her face turned crimson. Though unsure if it was from shame or anger.

She quickly draped the clothes over herself. Since waking up, she had been in a state of disarray and confusion. With her disheveled hair hanging behind her, she didn't dare lift her head, rushing out of the club.

She wandered aimlessly on the streets and happened upon a pharmacy. Claire lingered at the entrance for several minutes before gritting her teeth and entering. She grabbed what she needed and left as quickly as possible.

With no water available, she swallowed an emergency contraceptive pill. She angrily tossed the box into the trash.

At nineteen, she was already an adult, and after the recklessness of last night, she had to take measures to protect herself.

As dusk enveloped the city, Claire wandered aimlessly on the streets for a few hours before making a call to someone.

The phone was answered after just one ring, and her friend's angry shout immediately echoed:

"Claire, where the hell are you?! I've been calling you, and you just ignore it. You skipped both classes today. The teacher called your name. Do you know I almost got caught?"

Hearing Emma's voice suddenly become sharp, Claire felt the urge to cry. "I want to eat barbecue. Can we meet at the food truck?"

Before her friend could respond, Claire hung up the phone, fearing that if she continued to speak, she might actually burst into tears.

"Oh no, did you just hang up on me?" Emma stared at the now silent phone in her university dorm. "Claire, you've got some nerve. Just wait until I catch you!"

Subsequently, Claire rushed out of the dormitory, heading towards the food truck they often frequented. There, she found Claire, who rarely drank, sitting alone, binge drinking.

"Did you get anything? Why are you drinking?"

Emma sat across from Claire, and the small table piled high with beef and chicken wings astonished her. There was enough meat for two grown men!

"I'm in a good mood," Claire said, taking a sip of beer and grinning at her adorable round-faced friend. "Tonight, it's on me. Order whatever you want."

Emma's eyes lit up. She waved the waiter over and shouted, "Boss, bring us some beef!"

Food trucks lined both sides of the bustling street. Pedestrians hurried by, and the road ahead was packed with cars, navigating through the gleaming city night.

Lorneauxs had just finished a day of work, driving his stylish luxury car home. His cold and weary gaze happened to sweep across the food trucks outside. Suddenly, he stopped, his attention caught by a figure with long, black, flowing hair. "Pull over," he instructed the driver.