To My First Love, With Regret - 93

Ethan’s voice hummed with a sadistic excitement, like a victor mocking the defeated while plundering his spoils.

—I’m debating how to devour you to make it taste the best.

A chill ran down Eve’s spine.

Don’t you dare think about sleeping with me right next to that disgusting freak. The moment she shuddered at the mere thought, a hand slid inside her slip.

Snap, snap. Even with Eve draped over his shoulder, Ethan deftly unfastened the garter clips holding up her stockings one by one. He intended to strip her of her underwear.

—W-wait.

Eve recoiled, struggling desperately. Her inverted field of vision was blocked by Ethan’s back, leaving her with no way of knowing if Owen was still lost in a drug-induced stupor or if he was watching this spectacle with his eyes wide open.

—Put me down. I’ll take them off my …. ugh!

Her resistance was silenced by brute force. Without warning, Ethan flipped her over and pinned her to the bed, stealing the very breath from her lungs.

When she opened her eyes after being slammed into the plush mattress, Owen’s sleeping face filled her vision. She was to lie beside that sexual deviant—so close she could hear his breathing—and sleep with a man she didn’t want. The revulsion was already so strong she could hardly bear it.

She tried to bolt upright immediately, but it was nothing more than a futile struggle. Ethan had already seized both her ankles in one hand and hoisted them into the air. He pulled her underwear down along her shamefully exposed legs.

When the fabric caught on the heel of her shoe, he ripped it off as if skinning a beast and tossed it across the room. Before the lace could even hit the floor, Ethan had claimed the space between her spread legs. His heavy frame crushed her lower body.

—Hng… I want to… go on top.

—Why? Does your non-existent conscience suddenly hurt now that you’re about to screw another man right next to your husband? That would be quite a sight.

As was his habit, he didn’t inflict physical pain, but tonight he was unusually violent and ruthless enough to savor Eve’s agitation. She knew that if she said no, he would only become more relentless.

Giving up on escaping this agonizing situation, Eve’s hands shifted direction. As she frantically pulled down the hem of her hiked-up slip to cover her exposed private parts, a sneer curled Ethan’s crooked lips.

—Why bother covering up? That bastard is passed out on drugs; what’s he going to see? Besides, why shouldn’t he see? Haven’t you already bared every hole to him?

At Ethan’s biting sarcasm, Eve’s hands froze in mid-air. To anyone else, it would look unnatural to hide her body from a man she had supposedly already shared a bed with.

Even so, she couldn’t let go of the fabric. Even if Owen was asleep, she didn’t want to be vulnerably exposed before him. What if he woke up? The mere thought of that pervert laying eyes on her naked body made her skin crawl, as if insects were skittering over her.

Eve quickly grasped for a plausible excuse.

—…It’s because I’m cold.

It wasn’t a total lie. Since they were at the front lines where fuel was precious, the poorly heated guest room was indeed chilly.

Thus, Ethan no longer found it strange that Eve was covering herself. He soon began to focus on exposing his own body.

Click. His belt was unbuckled, and his zipper slid down. It was a truly bizarre thing. Ethan’s penis, on the verge of intercourse, was far quieter than that of Owen Kallas, who was slowly fading under the influence of drugs.

It wasn’t just tonight. Ethan had always been this way. Unlike his tongue, which mocked her with vulgarities, his body remained honestly silent.

Now, she understood the nature of that disconnect.

To you, I am no longer a woman to be desired. I’m just a tool to conceive the seeds of revenge. The thought made her tremble with rage once more. While Eve also viewed him as nothing more than a stallion to obtain a seed from, her choice was a desperate act to save a life. But this man was merely trying to satisfy his selfish greed. That was why they could never be the same.

That was why Ethan had always bypassed the process and aimed straight for her womb. It was nothing more than a mechanical insertion for the sole purpose of conception, something lesser than the mating of beasts.

But the man was different tonight.

He pulled out his hot flesh and rubbed it against Eve’s palm, then suddenly used his other hand to tear open her blouse and delve into her slip. The moment his rough hand invaded her bra and squeezed her breast, Eve gasped, sucking in a sharp breath.

At the unexpected caress, Eve froze as if struck by lightning. A wave of bewilderment washed over her along with an undeniable tremor. She couldn’t believe the fact that she felt a surge of arousal while her nipple was being toyed with, all while another man lay right beside her—even if he was asleep.

However, her shame was powerless against her fear. She was terrified that the sleeping beast would wake and witness this graphic scene. To top it off, she was confused; she couldn’t fathom why this beast, who had always been obsessed with nothing but mating, was suddenly treating her like a woman and showering her with caresses.

Inside Eve’s hand, his twisted ambition began to take shape. As his member hardened, the hand kneading her breast withdrew. Even so, Eve couldn’t relax. Now, it was time for him to burrow into her.

—Ah…!

The penetration was immediately met with a stiff resistance. She was frustrated that she couldn’t end this humiliation quickly, but on the other hand, she felt relieved. It was proof that she hadn’t fallen so far as to be in heat in such a grotesque situation.

—Hah! But the moment he buried his face between her legs instead of his member, Eve realized just how foolishly she had misread the situation.

His hot breath gusted into the parched crevices of her body. His wet tongue peeled back the layers of her shrinking flesh, relentlessly seeking out the hidden clitoris. Then, his dry lips suctioned firmly against her tender skin and…

—Nng! In one breath, he caught the core of her pleasure and began to suckle.

—Ah, hnghh! It wasn’t just the lewd movement of his tongue that sent Eve’s mind reeling into a blur.

—You don’t… have to do… this….

Why was he doing this? He knew all he had to do was ask for oil. Breaking away from the mechanical movements aimed only at conception, today he was preying on her as a woman. Eve felt a strange sense of vertigo.

The squelching sound of their fluids mixing became increasingly graphic. The wanton noise of Ethan sucking her skin heightened against the backdrop of Owen’s rhythmic breathing, weaving a chord of profound depravity. Intense lovemaking on a bed where another man slept—Eve’s face burned a crimson red.

—That’s enough, hah….

The man, buried beyond the mound of her sparse hair, did not stop his tongue. Only then did Eve realize just how obscenely she was exposed. With Ethan’s head wedged between them, her thighs were spread wide in a humiliating display, and her slip had long since been pushed up past the point of no return.

Swallowing a scream, Eve desperately tried to pull the hem of her slip back down. As soon as the thin fabric draped over his head, Ethan roughly swept it away.

In that moment, Eve saw it. As he swallowed the most private part of her with his wet lips, the man’s cold gaze was fixed solely on the other man.

Ah….

At that realization, Eve’s dizzying confusion vanished, replaced by a chilling clarity. Ethan Fairchild wasn’t feeling desire for her, nor was he being considerate of her.

You pathetic bastard. You can’t even lift a finger while your woman is being stolen right in front of your eyes.

He was simply engaged in a one-sided turf war with his sleeping rival. Eve was nothing more than the battlefield on which this beast sought to taste the thrill of victory over another male.

—Stop.

Fueled by a surge of anger, Eve tried to push his head away with both hands. But the more strength she applied, the more tenaciously Ethan clung to her flesh. The moment he suctioned hard against her clitoris, goosebumps erupted across her entire body.

—Hah, stop this childish game and just—put it in—ah, ngh!

Under the persistent flick of his tongue, her command shattered into a series of gasps.

How could I not hold back a single climax?

A cold wave of self-loathing washed over her, riding the tide of white-hot pleasure. As her blackened vision cleared, Eve covered her mouth, gasping for air as she tilted her trembling gaze to the side.

Consequently, it was as if she had reached her peak while staring right at the sleeping Owen.

A murderous rage clouded Ethan’s eyes as he glared at the pair lying side-by-side. At the very moment of the climax he had provided, Eve’s gaze had been pinned to her husband.

Even though he had been conscious of the other man the entire time he worked his tongue, he felt a shameless flare of temper at the fact that, in her moment of peak intensity, she was looking at her husband instead of him.