Chapter 98 The File
Before she could protest again, he slid down her body, strong hands spreading her thighs wider. His mouth descended on her, tongue flattening against her clit in one long, slow lick that made her cry out.
Evelyn’s back bowed off the couch as he devoured her—licking, sucking, and teasing with expert precision. His hands held her hips down when she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.
Every moan, every gasp she made seemed to spur him on. He hummed against her, the vibration sending sparks through her veins. He pushed two fingers back inside her, curling them in that perfect rhythm while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly.
“Roman— oh God—” she gasped, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly.
He didn’t let up. His free hand reached up, pushing her dress higher so he could palm her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple through the thin bra.
The dual sensations—his mouth on her most sensitive part and his hand on her chest—pushed her closer to the edge faster than she expected.
When he added a third finger, stretching her gently, and sucked hard on her clit, Evelyn shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her, her thighs trembling around his head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out his name, body shaking with the intensity.
Roman gentled his movements, lapping at her softly as she came down, pressing tender kisses along her inner thighs. He crawled back up her body, kissing his way along her stomach, the valley between her breasts, and finally her lips. She tasted herself on him, and it only made her want him more.
Her hands moved to the buckle of his belt, trembling with aftershocks and renewed need. “I want you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Please… now.”
Roman groaned, his forehead resting against hers. “Are you sure? We can—”
“I’m sure,” she said firmly, eyes locking with his. “I want this. I want you.”
He searched her gaze for a moment, that flicker of concern still there, but the raw hunger in her eyes won out.
He stood briefly to shove his pants and boxers down, his thick erection springing free, already leaking at the tip. Evelyn’s mouth watered at the sight.
He settled between her legs again, the blunt head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance. He rubbed it through her folds, coating himself in her arousal, teasing her until she was whimpering and rocking against him.
Then, with one slow, steady push, he sank into her.
Both of them moaned at the feeling of fullness. Roman paused, letting her adjust, his arms braced on either side of her head.
His voice was strained when he spoke.
“Fuck, Evelyn… you feel so good.”
He began to move—slow, deep thrusts that made her toes curl with every stroke. The living room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: skin against skin, soft gasps, and whispered names.
Roman’s pace gradually increased, hips snapping harder as her nails dug into his back.
Evelyn wrapped her legs around him again, pulling him deeper. She felt another climax building, this one even stronger, fueled by the forbidden thrill of being taken right here on the couch while the household staff might be nearby.
Roman leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as he drove into her, his rhythm becoming more urgent.
“Come for me again, baby,” he growled against her mouth. “Let me feel you.”
Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching around him tightly.
Roman followed right behind her, burying his face in her neck as he spilled inside her with a deep, guttural groan, his hips stuttering with the force of his release.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Roman pressed soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, his hand gently stroking her hair.
“Lyn,” he whispered, voice tender now that the frenzy had passed. “I love you.”
She held him tighter, her hand once again drifting unconsciously to her stomach.
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After their intense lovemaking in the living room, Roman carried Evelyn upstairs, her limbs still trembling with aftershocks, her face buried in his neck.
He drew a bath for them, washing her slowly, reverently, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders as the steam rose around them.
By the time they made it to bed, she was barely awake. Roman pulled her against his chest, his arm draped over her waist, his breathing slow and even within minutes.
Evelyn lay still, counting his breaths.
She waited until his arm grew heavy against her.
Then she opened her eyes.
Gently, she slipped out of his arms.
Her movements were cautious as she eased herself off the bed and stepped onto the soft rug beneath her feet.
She glanced back once.
He didn’t move.
Evelyn walked toward the wardrobe, her steps light as she reached up for her bag.
Her fingers brushed against the strap, and something shifted.
A box slipped and fell.
Her heart jumped.
But instead of a loud crash, it landed softly against the thick rug.
Evelyn froze. She waited and listened for any sound.
Roman remained asleep.
She let out a quiet breath and crouched down to pick it up.
The lid had come loose. Its contents spilled out.
A necklace with a blood-red ruby pendant caught her eyes immediately. Beside it lay a faded photograph of her mother.
Evelyn’s fingers stilled. She quietly picked it up.
Her brows furrowed. She had almost forgotten about this mysterious package she'd received after getting married to Roman.
Evelyn exhaled quietly.
‘Not now.’
She didn’t want to think about this now.
She placed everything back into the box quickly, closing it and sliding it into the drawer without another glance.
Then she grabbed her bag.
The flash drive was still inside.
She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, the quiet of the house wrapping around her.
Everything felt different now.
She retrieved her laptop, settled onto the couch, and inserted the flash drive.
The screen flickered briefly as it loaded.
Only one file appeared. A recording.
Evelyn frowned slightly.
She clicked it open.
Then reached for her headphones and plugged them in, slipping them over her ears before pressing play.
At first it was static, low, and distorted.
Then broken voices interrupted. Like a conversation struggling through poor signals.
“…first subject… unstable…”
“…dosage was—no, that wasn’t the issue…”
“…went feral… almost—”
Static cut through.
Evelyn’s brows tightened.
“…we’ve adjusted it now… improved formula…”
“…liquid form… injections… more effective…”
“…compliance is key… they just need to—”
The voice broke again.
“…no casualties this time…”
“…as long as they cooperate…”
A pause.
Then another lower voice followed.
“…funding continues… as agreed…”
Evelyn’s fingers tightened around the edge of her laptop.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
“…Hayes… no disruptions…”
“…keep it contained…”
The recording ended.
Silence filled the room.
Evelyn didn’t move. Then she replayed it.
This time, she listened more carefully.
Every broken word. Every distorted phrase.
Trying to piece it together.
When it ended again, she slowly
removed the headphones.
Her expression had completely changed. Something cold settled in her chest.
“…The Hayes family…” she murmured under her breath.
Her gaze lowered slightly.
“Are they involved in something like this?”
‘Drug testing? Illegal substances?’
‘Something worse?’
Her mind moved quickly, connecting pieces.
Their sudden rise. Maya’s confidence.
The backing she couldn’t explain.
A faint glint appeared in her eyes.
‘Could it be—’
“What are you doing?”
The voice came from behind her.
Evelyn jerked in shock.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest as she immediately shut the laptop, the sound sharper than she intended.