Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 18

Asha, unaware of the fact that every single word he recited originated from twisted lust, merely narrowed her brows and rebuked him.

“Don’t scare me for nothing. Since I know you’re the person who wants my happiness the most anyway.”

Rather, ever since the contract, Asha couldn’t understand why he acted as if he were some sort of scoundrel. If you put it that way, could a wife who owed fifty million Rublangs live with a clear conscience?

Furthermore, since his words paradoxically promised that he would take Asha without ruining her reputation and character, for Asha, it was as good as a sweet confession of love.

What should she do with this capable, soft-hearted man? Of course, the point that his s****l preferences might be somewhat strange did bother her.

“Thank you, Harriet. Part of me wants to give you a deep kiss right on the lips.”

Asha’s gaze flickered, checking the eyes of the servants who would be beyond the door. Since he had ordered the maid to bring the newspaper earlier, she didn’t know when the maid might walk in. Of course, they couldn’t cross the door without the master’s permission, but since this wasn’t a private space like the bedroom, she couldn’t help but be self-conscious.

Asha’s lips, looking at the door, twitched. The young wife seemed unaware of how provocative and lewd her crimson lips looked as they parted in anticipation of a kiss.

“I am ready for your kiss anytime.”

Harriet acted like a thoroughly debauched rake. Thinking of his usually polite and gentlemanly self made her feel a sense of discrepancy, but perhaps that’s why he looked even more decadent.

Harriet leaned toward Asha. Asha kissed his cheek softly as he approached and checked the signs outside. Then, she slowly lowered her head and stole his lips. Gossips might say that a real kiss requires the entwinement of tongues, but this act of rubbing sensitive flesh was more provocative than the kisses they spoke of.

The two didn’t hesitate to rub their most sensitive and tender parts, enjoying the ticklish stimulation they gave each other.

Having tied his wife down with fifty million Rublangs, there was no way he would be satisfied with such a child’s-play-like kiss. Harriet didn’t miss the moment a gap appeared between their lips and delved even deeper. Their lips meshed together so tightly that not even a gap remained.

“Hnnh.”

A dizzying sense of violation, quite different from when they had relations in the bedroom, flashed by. Her nerves, sensitized by checking her surroundings, felt ten times sharper than usual. Consequently, the sensation of him greedily indulging in her lips was felt vividly. Her skin even stung from the provocatively spreading sensations.

The soft sensation of mixing tongues, their hotly mingling breaths, the sound of the servants’ footsteps passing by, and the sound of the clock moving its minute hand all became entangled.

The haphazardly mixed sensations tensed her body, making even trivial things feel vivid.

Just the soft sensation touching her lips thoroughly rummaged through Asha’s head. As she listened to the servants’ footsteps, even the sound of her own breathing became bothersome. For fear that a slightly heavy exhale would leak into the hallway, Asha kept swallowing her breath. The more she swallowed her breath and gasped, the more a stinging sensation echoed in her lower abdomen.

“Breathe, Asha.”

“Pah, haa, haa~~”

The low, rough voice was coercive. His thick hand gripped her white nape, while his other hand pressed down on her heaving chest. The touch of lightly pressing her nape and then releasing it in time with her breathing was saturated with abnormal coercion and possessiveness.

Her thin neck gasped within Harriet’s palm. Whenever she took a deep breath, her platinum blonde hair tickled his hand.

I want to have her. I want to bite and eat every single piece. I want to seize every breath and make her look only at me. My wife. My Anastasia.

Even though he knew it was a filthy and hideous desire for control, he couldn’t stop coveting the brilliant Anastasia Bellstein.

“Ah—Harriet!”

Asha pulled him back from the edge of a dangerously risky level. Pushing Harriet away as if shoving him, Asha hurriedly looked at the door. As if she felt someone’s presence, her long eyelashes moved busily over her hurriedly blinking eyes.

“Haa, haa….”

Even though she realized it was her imagination, she couldn’t seem to let go of her anxiety, as she kept glancing at the door.

“How cold, Asha.”

“I-It was dangerous. We almost got caught!”

“What does it matter if we’re caught? This is the Tea Time Hall. Although servants do frequent the place for cleaning.”

Asha had to rub her lips with the back of her hand and steady her breathing to avoid being caught for her ragged breaths. On the other hand, Harriet, who had rubbed lips with her, was perfectly composed, which was enough to make him look spiteful. As if to soothe Asha, whose eyes were sharp, Harriet, leaning against the sofa, pulled Asha into his arms. Asha, who ended up occupying his lap while sprawled on the sofa, relaxed her body and leaned against him.

But where would that greedy nature go? Harriet lowered his right arm and lightly gripped her rounded b******s. Simultaneously, the hand that slid down her thigh lifted Asha’s skirt.

“Harriet.”

“You see me as a kind person, but the nights I wish to spend are nights like this, Asha.”