Chapter 42: Insert Your Fingers into My Body
Just as Evelyn stared blankly at the couple downstairs, letting that familiar, nauseating pain wash over her, a powerful force suddenly yanked her away from the glass wall.
She cried out, losing her balance, and fell backward, landing instead in a firm, warm embrace.
Ryan leaned back comfortably on the soft leather sofa. With effortless strength, he pulled her in, letting her tumble down between his spread legs.
Evelyn’s thin skirt rode up, bunching around her, exposing large portions of her smooth legs. This posture brought their bodies into close contact. She could clearly feel the solid outline of his leg muscles and the insistent, unmistakable heat radiating through his suit fabric.
“What are you looking at, hmm?” Ryan’s voice murmured in her ear.
One arm circled her waist, holding her securely in his lap. His other hand lifted her chin, forcing her to turn and meet his eyes.
“You belong to me now,” he announced. “Don’t waste your attention on that trash.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand holding her chin began to wander. His long fingers first brushed lightly across her cheek, the slight roughness of his calloused thumb creating a tickle. The hand then moved down her slender neck, slid past her delicate collarbone, and finally settled on the edge of her soft, full breast. Separated only by the smooth silk of the gown, he began to knead it with moderate pressure.
“No... don’t do this...” Evelyn, still clinging to a sliver of reason, managed a faint protest.
Ryan’s movement did stop, but his hand remained in place, his thumb tracing a light circle over the location of her nipple. His gaze flicked over her shoulder, down to the man still flirting with Sienna, and a smirk played on his lips.
“Still looking at him?” Ryan’s voice was low. “Are you hurt? Or are you jealous?”
Evelyn's body stiffened, her lips pressed tightly together.
“Darling.” Ryan’s other hand stroked the back of her neck. “After so many years of marriage, how many times has he touched you? Has he ever touched you like this... with such devotion, such admiration?”
Humiliation and fury made Evelyn tremble.
Ryan refused to let up. He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning her ear, every word cutting deep. “Guess what he’s thinking about now while looking at Sienna? Is he reliving the feeling of thrusting into her, of climaxing inside her last night? Is he figuring out which position will make her cry and beg for mercy beneath him tonight?”
“Stop it!” The unbearable images played frantically in her mind, shattering her last shred of self-respect.
“Why should I stop?” “You gave up your career for him, you cooked and cleaned for him, and what happened? He tossed you aside to lavish attention on another woman. Are you content to be humiliated like this, watching him find pleasure with someone else?”
Every single one of Ryan’s words stripped away the last pathetic illusion Evelyn held about Damian.
Yes, why should I? Why should she endure this agonizing pain while that man enjoyed the pleasure of sex with another woman?
A wild thought surged from the depths of her heart. Evelyn snapped her head up. She grabbed Ryan’s hand and pressed his palm harder against her breast.
“You want me to meet you halfway, don’t you?” She must have gone insane. “Fine.” “Then let me see what you’re capable of.”
Her body, neglected by Damian for too long, responded to Ryan’s touch. A strange, numbing heat rose from her tailbone, spreading rapidly through her limbs. Her breathing grew shallow, her heart hammered uncontrollably, and most shameful of all, she could clearly feel that deep within her, a tide of moisture was rising without her consent.
She did not push him away. Her hands even rested weakly on his shoulders, seeking support.
“Darling, look at you.” Ryan’s lips were practically on her ear. “Your body is more honest than your mouth.”
His hand continued downward, past her waistline, finally stopping at the top of her thigh. His fingers found her delicate clitoris, teasing and caressing it back and forth.
“N-no... not enough...”
Faced with Evelyn’s contradictory actions, Ryan’s hand sped up, causing her clitoris to throb—a numbing, supremely pleasurable sensation that was addictive.
“Aah... it’s coming...” Slick fluid erupted, wetting her panties.
“You provoked me first, my dear,” his voice was husky with desire. “You looked at me like that, and now you’ve become this wet in my arms. So, since you lit this fire of lust, you should be the one to extinguish it.”
“Mmh... I...” Evelyn’s cheeks were crimson, but she couldn't utter a word in protest.
With Evelyn's desire fully ignited, she gasped, “Itch... it’s so itchy... use your fingers... put them in my pussy... hurry...”
Following her plea, he slid his other hand into her underwear. As her wetness increased, he finally inserted two fingers and rapidly hooked them against her G-spot.
“Ah ha... mmh...” Her mind was a fog. She could only arch her neck helplessly, leaning against Ryan’s shoulder, panting raggedly.
The whole encounter was brief and intense. When a powerful spasm struck her, she couldn't help but arch her body and let out a broken whimper as she climaxed.
An ambiguous, intoxicating scent permeated the air.
Just then, a crisp bell chime from the main hall downstairs pulled them back from the afterglow of lust to reality. The auction had officially begun.
Ryan released her. He calmly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his hand. He then straightened her disheveled skirt, helped her off his lap, and seated her on the adjacent sofa, his movements impeccably gentlemanly.
Evelyn, her face flushed, quickly adjusted her posture. Her gaze returned to the auction hall below, trying to mask her frantic heartbeat with the surrounding commotion.
The host’s loud voice, relayed clearly through the box’s sound system, boomed from the auction stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, good evening! Our first lot tonight is the 'Starlight' collection from Cartier, a bracelet set with three hundred and twenty top-grade white diamonds. Starting bid, five hundred thousand dollars!”