Chapter 5
Contrary to what she’d said about wanting a divorce, the woman made no attempt to stop her husband’s advances. In fact, she seemed to have no will to resist at all, simply letting him do as he pleased.
“Ah… Lucia…”
Unbothered by her lifeless compliance, as though she were nothing more than a paper doll, Ian pulled her tightly against him, pressing their lower bodies together.
“Ha… this feels so good…”
What began as a light kiss gradually deepened.
He soaked Lucia’s dry lips with his saliva and warmed her stiff, unresponsive tongue with the heat of his own. As his tongue slowly traced along the sensitive flesh inside her mouth, her vacant eyes finally fluttered shut, her eyelashes trembling.
“Ah…!”
Even at the fragile moan that sounded as though her soul were splintering apart, Ian didn’t stop. At some point, he’d even stopped looking at Killian.
“Lucia… Lucia…”
No matter what anyone said, she was his wife.
My wife. My love. My everything.
Even if she rejected him, Lucia would remain by his side forever.
Beneath his gentle features, a dark obsession lurked in his eyes.
“You’re mine. You…”
His large hand obsessively caressed the places Killian’s gaze had lingered on moments earlier.
“Hng…”
The involuntary, pleasure-laced moan that escaped her lips made Ian hastily shrug off his jacket before lifting her skirt. The silent hallway filled with the slick sounds of their bodies meeting and the ragged rhythm of their breathing.
Killian had watched every second of it. As the elevator doors opened, he was about to turn away.
He would’ve.
If the woman hadn’t done something strange.
“Now what’s that supposed to mean?”
The red-haired woman stepped into the hotel room without closing the door behind her. It wasn’t an accident. Just before entering, she’d deliberately nudged the door wider with her fingertips.
For the briefest moment, their eyes met through the narrow gap.
“…Ha.”
The smile returned to Killian’s otherwise cold face.
“Sir?”
“Derek. I think entertaining the ladies is going to have to be your job.”
He adjusted his appearance in the mirror.
“…Me, sir?”
“If you don’t feel like it, send them away.”
“Then what about you…?”
“I have somewhere else to be.”
Killian followed after the woman.
“I believe I’ve just received an invitation.”
His steps carried him forward as though he were a child bewitched by the Pied Piper, reason slipping away with every stride.
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“Ah…”
A soft, delicate moan drifted through the room, as though teasing the man even further.
The third time, was it?
Even without wanting to know, Killian had ended up counting every climax simply by listening.
Though the bedroom was a considerable distance from the open doorway, the sounds of their lovemaking carried on clearly.
Her short gasps. The wet, intimate sounds. The muffled rhythm of bodies meeting. Killian caught every one of them with sharpened senses.
“Lucia… ah, Lucia… this feels so good…”
“Hng… ah…! Ah…!”
Whatever problems they had as husband and wife, they were clearly well matched in bed. Her cries continued without pause, and with every passing minute, Killian’s patience wore thinner.
“Anyone would think this was where the orgy was happening.”
Leaning against the wall, Killian closed his eyes and gripped his Zippo lighter tightly. While they remained entangled, he stayed exactly where he was, waiting for it to end.
At one point, someone passing through the hallway noticed the open hotel room and lingered nearby out of curiosity. But the moment they spotted Killian, they simply walked away as though nothing had happened.
“Mmh… ah…! Ahhh…!”
Just before Killian’s patience finally gave out, the long, drawn-out encounter at last came to an end. Their excited breathing gradually settled.
As time passed, silence enveloped the room, suggesting the two on the bed had fallen asleep. A little while later, the rustle of someone getting dressed reached his ears.
Rustle… rustle. As though he’d been waiting for that very moment, Killian opened his eyes.
This was what he’d been expecting.
She had walked into the room with the door left conspicuously open. Surely she had done it because she wanted to say something to him.
At least, that’s what he’d thought.
Instead, the woman limped past him without a word. Killian froze for a moment before reaching out and catching her by the wrist.
“Weren’t you asking me to wait?”
“…No.”
Their eyes had merely met for an instant. She had never asked him for help.
Even so, Lucia showed no sign of surprise upon finding the unfamiliar man standing inside the room.
“Then why leave the door open?”
The woman remained silent for a long time. No, she simply chose not to answer. As far as she was concerned, the question didn’t deserve one.
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