003| AN ACT OF SEDUCTION
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~EVELYN STERLING~
The moment I said that, he leaned back into his seat, something flashing across his eyes, but it was gone before I could place a name to it.
“You are drunk.” He said it more like a statement than a question.
Heat crept up to my face, and I was thankful for how dimly lit the place was.
I leaned in, in spite of my pounding heart, our faces close but not meeting. His eyes left mine briefly and settled on my lips, I instinctively bit on them.
“I’m very much awake,” I whispered to him, my voice coming out softer…bolder than I expected.
His eyes narrowed, for a short moment, I caught his jaw tighten.
He didn’t say anything, his eyes did all the talking. Our eyes held, and for the first time, I actually noticed how beautiful his eyes were.
I still couldn’t tell the colour of his eyes.
Suddenly, heat rushed up my face again. It was clear this man was too proper to do something like this. Embarrassment rushed through me.
“Do you have any idea what you are saying right now?” he asked, his voice so deep that it sent shivers down my spine, and then heat between my legs.
I clenched my thighs together, while forcing a nod. I just couldn’t trust my voice right now.
But then, his eyes slid down to the ring on my finger, but his expression didn’t change.
Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing my earlobes as he whispered:
“What would your husband say, knowing his wife is determined to jump into another man’s bed?”
I bit down hard on my lower lip. s**t, I didn’t remember to remove the damned ring.
I forced a smile to my face, hating how my lips trembled as I said, “Oh, he’s probably still buried deep inside his mistress to worry about that.”
I couldn’t hide the pain in my tone, even though I wanted to.
He didn’t speak, his eyes held mine so intently that I felt utterly exposed before him.
The silence that followed didn’t help matters. It was so heavy, so intense.
Feeling embarrassed, I moved back, slowly, steadily, “seems you are clearly not interested. No worries, I will find someone else to help me then.” I said casually, shrugging a little.
The frown on his face deepened. I didn’t wait to see what would happen next, I turned instantly, hoping to flee.
But the next second, his hand suddenly circled mine and I was yanked back toward him.
I was never able to catch myself in time and ended up crashing into his lap, hands flattened against his hard chest.
My heart jumped.
“You better not regret this,” he suddenly whispered hoarsely.
In an instant, he crashed his lips onto mine.
My heart skipped a beat, and then it began racing.
His hand gripped the back of my head, holding my head steady while he devoured my lips.
I couldn’t breathe, for a moment, I couldn’t even remember how to kiss him back. I was still dazed.
Suddenly, he bit down on my lower lip, and then sucked at it.
I gasped, not from pain, but from the pleasure that felt so foreign, and yet perfect.
He took the chance, driving his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss.
That was when I found myself kissing him back, found my arms circling his neck, and my legs circling his waist as he stood up effortlessly, our tongues still dancing with passion.
He moved, not breaking the kiss for once. I didn’t know where he was going, all I could think of was his lips against mine.
It was only after he lowered me onto a soft mattress that I realized he took me to a bedroom.
But it was too late to run, too late to regret anything—if at all there was anything to regret.
I was already hot all over, holding onto him for dear life. There was something about him, about the way he kissed me that made warmth pooling low in my stomach.
My core ached to be touched, it was so intense that I found myself pressing it onto his already hard member.
He broke the kiss then, his lips hovering over mine. Even in the darkness I could have sworn he had a smirk on his face.
“Greedy much, are we?” he whispered. Again, those shivers found their way to my core.
I clenched my thighs hard. “Please—” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.
I felt his fingers trail down from my chest, down my stomach and toward my now exposed legs.
My stomach tightened as his fingers slowly found their way down my legs, and then deviated to my core.
My whole body shivered when his fingers touched there. My hold on him tightened, as I felt sparks, I had never felt in my life.
“Please—” I whispered again; my eyes tightly shut.
He pressed down on my already throbbing sensitive spot, sending a shock wave through me.
I moaned, fingers digging into the fabric beside me.
He smirked, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then slowly, deliberately, he slid a finger inside me.
I gasped, my chest rising and falling as his finger began to move steadily inside me. Before I could get accustomed to what was happening inside me, he added another finger, and maybe another.
I found my whole-body trembling, my nails digging into the back of his neck.
“Please—” I whispered, my eyes half closed from pleasure, but I could feel his face hovering over mine.
“Please, what?” he whispered, the air from his lips brushing mine lightly, sending shivers down my spine.
My lashes fluttered as I found myself staring deep into his eyes.
“What do you want, princess?” he whispered, his eyes fixed on my lips, his fingers still moving steadily.
My breathing grew heavier with every moment, my body still trembling.
There was something about that look in his eyes, something that tugged deep in my chest, something familiar, something I’ve always longed for.
Deep desire.
“Take me,” I whispered back, my voice barely a whisper.
I wasn’t sure he heard me, but then, his eyes darkened. In an instant, his lips crashed against mine.
In the faintly lit room, all I could hear was the loud pounding of my own heart, the sound of our lips merging and then, the sound of his belt coming undone.
Just like that, everything became a blur of passion.
However, when the pleasure and drinks wore off early the next morning, and I saw the face of the person I spent the night with.
I almost let out a heart piercing scream.
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