Chapter 169: Sex Trap

Chapter 169: Sex Trap
Nina’s POV
Kill him!
After saying goodbye to Mom, only one thought consumed my mind: kill Raymond and break free from his control.
When I returned to New York, I pretended to miss Raymond desperately and became even more obedient. Raymond's affection for me grew stronger in return. He showered me with gifts, spent more time with me, and his touches became gentler. Every day I played my role perfectly, smiling when he wanted me to smile, responding to his desires with manufactured enthusiasm. I was building his trust brick by brick, constructing the foundation for his downfall.
One evening, something shifted. He didn't give me any pills. He didn't do anything rough to me. He simply held me while we slept, chatting with me before bed. His arm draped over my waist felt almost protective rather than possessive.
He told me there was a charity gala tomorrow night. I should dress up nicely and accompany him. He wanted me by his side at the event.
The request surprised me. I had always been his secret mistress, or more accurately, just a sex tool. He rarely brought me to public events. I was someone he kept hidden away in luxury apartments and private hotel suites, never someone he displayed on his arm. This invitation meant something had changed in how he saw me.
I agreed immediately, keeping my voice soft and pleased.
At the same time, I thought to myself that the moment was almost ripe. Raymond had lowered his guard around me. I needed to find the perfect opportunity to strike. But I also needed help. I couldn't do this alone.
I rolled over in bed and kissed Raymond's lips softly. I told him I thought I might be falling in love with him. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but I delivered them with perfect sincerity.
Raymond said nothing, but the upward curve of his mouth told me he was pleased. He pulled me closer, his fingers threading through my hair. I felt his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and confident. He had no idea what I was planning.
Normally I didn't bother with elaborate preparation even when visiting Raymond, but before the charity gala, I hired a top New York stylist for a complete makeover. I spent hours in the salon chair, getting my hair styled in elegant waves, my makeup applied with precision. The dress I chose was a deep emerald green that hugged every curve of my body.
Tonight, I wouldn't just capture Raymond's heart. I would make another man fall helplessly at my feet.
Kevin! Without Kevin, my plan couldn't work. He was Raymond's driver and bodyguard, always hovering nearby, always watching. I had noticed the way he looked at me when he thought no one was paying attention. That hunger in his eyes would be my weapon.
At the gala, I made a dazzling entrance on Raymond's arm. The ballroom fell silent for a moment as we walked in. Crystal chandeliers cast glittering light across the marble floors. Men in tuxedos and women in designer gowns turned to look at us. Strange men approached to chat with me throughout the evening, complimenting my dress, asking for dances. Raymond scolded me for encouraging their attention, his hand tightening on my waist possessively. But this greatly satisfied his masculine vanity. I knew he wasn't truly angry. He enjoyed having other men desire what belonged to him.
Midway through the evening, after my third glass of champagne, I leaned close to Raymond and told him I felt dizzy. The alcohol had gone to my head. I asked if Kevin could drive me back to the villa. I would wait for him in bed.
Raymond's eyes darkened with desire at my suggestion. He grabbed my bottom possessively and told me to go ahead. He had a few more people to speak with, then he would join me.
Kevin drove in silence, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to watch me. I met his gaze and held it, letting a small smile play on my lips.
After returning home, I went to my room and changed out of the tight gown. Then I called Kevin into the room, my voice soft and helpless. I told him the dress was too tight. I couldn't reach the zipper in the back. I needed his help.
Kevin hesitated in the doorway. He said that didn't seem appropriate. Mr. Raymond wouldn't like it.
But I continued tempting him. I moved closer, letting my fingers trail along his arm. I could feel the tension in his muscles. I turned my back to him and swept my hair over one shoulder, exposing my neck and the zipper that ran down my spine. I asked again, more softly this time.
Finally, Kevin stepped forward. His fingers fumbled with the zipper, trembling slightly as he pulled it down. I let the entire gown slide down my body, pooling at my feet. Then I turned around slowly, wearing only my underwear.
Kevin's throat bobbed as he stared at my chest, unable to look away. His breathing had quickened. I could see the war happening behind his eyes, duty fighting against desire.
After a moment, he snapped back to reality. He took a step backward and said he would wait outside. I should call if I needed anything else.
I draped my arms over his shoulders before he could leave, pressing my body against his. I told him I needed something right now. My voice was barely a whisper.
Kevin froze. His hands hovered at his sides, not touching me but not pushing me away either. He said we couldn't do this. Mr. Raymond would kill us both.
I asked Kevin if it was that we couldn't, or that he didn't want to. I already knew the answer.
As I spoke, I dragged my nails across his bobbing throat, feeling his pulse racing beneath my fingertips. Then I kissed the spot where his pulse throbbed strongest.
Kevin's wide eyes gradually closed as he exhaled sharply. His resistance crumbled. His hands finally moved to grip my waist.
Sex with someone I didn't like had become easy for me by now. Remove clothes, kiss, two bodies rubbing together, then ejaculation. I went through the motions mechanically while my mind remained detached, calculating. This wasn't about pleasure. This was about survival.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, Kevin only lasted ten minutes before finishing. His body shuddered against mine, and then he collapsed beside me on the bed, breathing hard.
After withdrawing from my body, Kevin's expression shifted from pleasure to panic. He said Mr. Raymond would return soon. He had to leave. He couldn't be found here like this.
I nodded and let him go without protest.
I took a shower and washed away Kevin's scent, scrubbing my skin until it turned pink. Then I put on a bathrobe and sat quietly in the darkness, waiting for Raymond to come home.