𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲| 彡

-10-

“I just wish you would have some fun, Havier. Lately, it feels like you’re so distant from us. Que te ocurre?” I met the intense gaze of her emerald orbs, causing a heavy-laden sigh to escape my lips. (Translation: What’s happening to you?)

“Nada. Solo quiero estar solo esta noche.” She simply rolled her eyes and disappeared into the closet while I got rid of my jacket and shoes, unpinning two buttons on my dress shirt before pouring myself a glass of strong, golden whiskey. I needed it for the dull headache that was settling in. (Translation: Nothing. I just want to be alone tonight)

A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in a sparkly dress that accentuated her slim body. Claire was an extremely self-conscious person who had gone through an intensive workout a few months after giving birth to Lia.

After that time, she flatly refused to have anymore kids, disregarding my wants completely. I hadn’t wanted Lia to be lonely at that time, and since we had a girl, I had been hoping we’d try for a boy, but she got her tubes tied the moment I asked her about it.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, we’re at table ten. I'm heading out.” She checked her hair in the mirror once more.

“Hm. Divertirse.” I spoke nonchalantly, settling on the bed with my laptop. (Translation: have fun)

I worked for an hour, attempting to disregard all the laughs and different notes that echoed through the atmosphere until I couldn’t.

I only had one person on my mind, and I internally wondered what she was dressed in. What kind of panties she was wearing this time.

I poured myself another drink, smirking when I took note of Illithyia’s clean panties that I'd taken with me after our wild night.

They were stuffed in my trousers pocket just in case Claire went through my shit without my consent like she usually did. I didn’t have the time and energy to explain anything to her either.

Infatuated was an understatement; I was fucking obsessed with Illithyia.

I was highly enthralled by her sophisticated aura, it lured me like a moth to a goddamn flame. I was deeply immersed in her spell— whatever it was, and I wasn’t complaining.

My heart was saturated with ominous desire for her, it deepened with each passing day, and this surreptitious affair would send me straight to hell, right after I've had a taste of Heaven.

Something about her brought out the side I'd always been able to conceal under a flawless façade. I was crumbling, bit by bit, day by day the more I entertained the overpowering thoughts of her lips, her tantalising body, her sensual voice, her seductive gaze… it all pushed me to the brink of unfathomable insanity.

The same insanity that had me striding in the direction of her villa. Of course, I knew where everyone stayed. And Illithyia’s villa was too distant for my liking. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t back down for shit.

The cool whiskey glass was fixed in my grip, the minuscule droplets of condensation lingering against my skin as I inched closer and closer to her territory. I couldn’t tell if the icy prickles were from the chilly night air, or my plain anxiety. Or probably an unsettling combination of both.

Letting out a slow breath, I moved towards the dimly-lit window, my sapphire orbs deepening to a rich cobalt the moment I felt my gut drop. The dilation was so intense, I had to inhale deeply to steady myself. There she was, my beautiful goddess, gorgeously positioned below a rocking Alex.

Interesting.

I lifted the glass to my trembling lips, taking a slow, steady sip as I took in the hot sight before me. I could hear her sweet moans and they sounded almost— different. Actually, so different from the way she had sounded with me. They were unnatural, a little strained too as she pulled him closer to her nude, curvy body.

Holy, shit.

I couldn’t help but admire her exquisite body, elegant as she moved in sync with him. Her large, perky breasts that I desperately wanted to have in my mouth someday bounced deliciously, her blonde locks that would look so good entangled in my fist sprawled over the pillow, and oh God, that pretty, wet pussy… a fucking masterpiece.

Her facial features were so delicate, my pants strained as I took note of every little facial contraction. It wasn’t close to what I wanted, or preferred, but it would have to do. She was sculpted to a painful precision that heightened my desires.

I shouldn’t have been turned on by this sight, but I was. Something about seeing her legs spread while she got invaded sparked danger within me…I couldn’t help a little imagination. I'd love to fuck her while she’s suspended in the air, helpless and thoroughly drenched in her sweet arousal.

I smirked when he fell limp over her within seconds, and I didn’t miss the slight disappointment in her features when she realised that he had barely made her finish. It was satisfying to know that she was aching, unsatiated and sexually frustrated from the session.

She was probably ruminating over the time we had shared in her room, I mused. Nothing could compare to that; no man could ever compare to me when it came to pleasing her and she knew it.

This was perfect timing, and I was going to strike while the iron was still hot. Penetrate her tight, wet channel so deep, she’d forget her fucking name while she said mine. Skull-fuck her till she saw stars, till she was choking on all nine solid inches of my length.

And what excited me the most, was that no one would never know, except her and me. It would be our dirty little secret, one she would never forget.

I would make sure of it.