While he went downstairs, Amy quickly returned to her room and changed into another set of lingerie and pajamas. Lucas was a cunning big bad wolf, and she was a rabbit hanging on a thin rope. If she didn’t stay alert at all times, she would be left with nothing but bones.
As soon as she finished changing, Lucas pushed the door open, carrying a pizza and a bottle of wine.
Amy was actually quite hungry. As soon as she opened the lid and smelled the aroma, she really wanted to eat. She opened the red wine, poured two glasses, and raised her glass, looking at Lucas through the rich wine.
He was walking into the bathroom when she glanced over, and with a click, the door closed. Soon, the sound of water could be heard.
Amy quickly turned her head to look at Lucas’s phone lying on the pillow…
Amy stared at the door for a few seconds before quickly grabbing his phone. He didn’t have a password set, but after unlocking the screen, she didn’t know what to check first. The call log had no names, the messages were empty, and there was only her on WeChat.
Beep beep, the phone suddenly rang, startling her. She hurriedly placed the phone back on the pillow, but her fingers accidentally touched the answer button, and a soft female voice came from the other end.
“Lucas, would you like to come over? I miss you,” the voice was softer and more delicate, seemingly tinged with drunkenness.
“Lucas, I’ve opened some wine, waiting for you…”
The sound of water suddenly stopped.
Amy panicked and quickly hung up the phone.
“What are you doing?” Lucas came out of the bathroom, his gaze sweeping over her and landing on the phone.
“Somebody called you, and I accidentally answered,” Amy turned away, speaking softly.
Lucas glanced at her, picked up the phone, checked the incoming number, and dialed back directly.
Amy walked aside, her fingers holding the wine glass, listening intently to his conversation. A man like him, if he had a secret lover outside, it wouldn’t be surprising at all! That number just now was a landline. If it wasn’t in a hotel, it must be at home… Amy silently repeated the number in her mind, firmly remembering it.
He only responded with a few “hmms” before hanging up mercilessly.
Amy’s heart raced. She hoped he would hurry up and go see his secret lover.
But he came up behind her, one arm around her waist, the other reaching for the wine glass in her hand. He gently shook it, took a sip, savored it on his tongue, then held her chin, forcing her to turn her face and kiss him.
His tongue still carried the slight bitterness of red wine and the refreshing scent of mint toothpaste.
His kisses were always like this, leaving you no room to escape or relax, always suffocating you, begging for mercy, surrendering to him, relying on him to breathe…
The air was filled with this indescribable sound of water. After a long while, he released her flushed lips and asked softly:
“Are you curious about me?”
“Yes,” Amy lightly wiped the corner of her lips, wiping away the saliva, unsure if it was his or hers.
He chuckled lowly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and lifted the wine glass a little higher, gently pouring it down her back along her spine.
The icy sensation immediately penetrated through the thin silk pajamas, pressing them against her back. He lifted the pajamas, revealing her fair buttocks.
His fingers hooked and pulled aside her panties, pouring the red wine onto her delicate waist. There was a small dimple on her waist, and it was said that women with such dimples were truly exceptional, capable of driving men crazy.
His fingers slowly slipped into her slippery petals, followed by words with a strong oppressive force drilling into her eardrums,
“Amy, don’t be clever. Be obedient and make me happy.”
Amy’s whole body stiffened, feeling the wine flowing down from her hips like cold water, spreading over her sensitive nerves.
She pressed his hand on his back and asked him, bravely, “Tell me the truth, do you have a family? I won’t be anyone’s mistress…”
“Yes,” Lucas said, his fingers lightly tapping on her buttocks, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”
Oh my god, does he have a wife in every country?
Amy almost screamed! Before she could struggle, he pressed her firmly against the wall, his knees pushing her legs apart, and then a torrential attack followed.
By the time Amy was about to slide off the wall from his relentless assault, he finally lifted her onto the bed, pushed her forward, and said in a deep voice, “There’s only one family, only one wife, who do you want her to be?”
Better not be me… Amy closed her eyes, one hand covering her lips.