To My First Love, With Regret - 94

—Haaa….

Eve finally exhaled the breath she had been holding. Owen’s tightly closed eyelids remained motionless. Just then, Ethan pulled away from between her legs and straightened his body. Only then did she allow herself to relax.

But it wasn’t so much relief as it was a fatal lapse in guard.

—Ah-ugh!

Without warning or mercy, Ethan thrust his hips upward from between her legs. A hard, furious pillar of flesh pierced through her as if to tear her vaginal walls apart. With a force that buried him deep to the root, he slammed against the very end of her.

The pleasure caught her off guard, lancing through her entire body. Even as she convulsed helplessly, Eve desperately pressed her hand over her mouth. It was then that her heat-flushed eyes drifted toward Owen once more.

—Why do you look at that bastard every time you’re dying of pleasure?

A rough hand snatched Eve’s jaw with brutal strength. The man, who had forced her gaze to lock onto his own, growled fiercely through gritted teeth.

—Look at me properly. The cock buried in your hole right now is mine. Don’t tell me you’re imagining being fucked by him?

A mean, low smirk suddenly carved itself into his menacing face. It was an ominous sign.

—If you want it that badly, I’ll change the position for you.

He pulled out his member without hesitation and jerked his chin toward Owen’s lower body.

—Get on all fours. I’ll take you from behind, so you can suck your husband’s cock to your heart’s content with your mouth.

The moment the command fell, Eve’s face contorted instinctively. In that instant, the sharp edge of Ethan’s mouth softened.

—Ha… has the Princess’s palate changed since you used to suck mine until it practically wore away?

Did he really think he had defeated his rival with something so trivial? The man revealed his twisted satisfaction plainly as he pushed back inside her.

—Hng-ungh….

The movement of his entering hips was agonizingly slow. At first, she thought he had regained his senses and that his consideration had returned.

Creak, creak.

However, even as he moved his hips, he was leisurely to a fault, and the smirk of mean satisfaction remained. Ethan wasn’t being considerate of Eve. He was simply indulging in the predator’s luxury of slowly savoring a prey already caught.

I don’t have time for this. Eve glared at him before accepting the proposal she had loathed moments ago.

—I’ll change positions.

—…What?

—You’re too damn slow. I’ll move, so you just lie there.

—Impatient, aren’t we?

Ethan merely dismissed her words, pinning her down by pressing one hand below her navel. His mouth, like his hips, moved only to mock her.

—The night is long. Do you think opportunities to desecrate a wife in front of her husband come around often? I intend to savor this thrilling sting for a long, long time.

The man’s heavy frame descended upon the slender female body. Having easily subdued Eve with his weight, Ethan reached for the nightstand.

Without the owner’s permission, he rummaged through her handbag, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. As if even that time was too precious to waste, his lower body—tightly joined with hers—never ceased for a second, lewdly bucking up inside her.

Fffft.

Only when the tip of the cigarette glowed red did Ethan lift his upper body. He looked down at the woman who, while her eyes told him to get lost, accepted him without resistance with her body. A hazy cloud of smoke drifted away on his satisfied sigh.

As he watched Eve with a cigarette slanted in his mouth, the arrogant sense of superiority unique to a man who has conquered a woman dripped from his gaze.

You conquered me? To Eve, it was nothing more than a laughable delusion.

His boastful gaze moved past Eve to Owen, who was jarringly swaying beside them to the rhythm of another male.

In the end, which of the two was this sadistic plunderer actually desecrating—the wife or the husband?

Ethan deliberately toyed with Eve’s insides even more slowly and viscously, flaunting his graphic union with another man’s wife as if to mock the powerless loser to his heart’s content.

As he leisurely savored this bizarre tableau like a trophy, Ethan’s brow suddenly crumpled into a harsh frown.

The blindingly obvious fact that Eve must usually lie entangled in bed with that man just like this flashed through his mind, dousing his sense of superiority like cold water.

Ethan’s hand lunged toward Owen. Is he going to wake him? Terrified, Eve scrambled to grab his forearm.

—He won’t wake up anyway.

Ethan brushed Eve’s hand away as if she were a nuisance and gripped both of Owen’s cheeks in one hand. Under his grip, the sleeping man’s mouth hung open like a gasping fish.

To her shock, waking Owen hadn’t been his intention at all.

He brought the cigarette to that defenseless, gaping mouth and tapped it. Gray ash showered over Owen’s tongue. Ethan Fairchild didn’t hesitate for a single second to use a human being as an ashtray.

—Are you insane? To a sleeping man… are you trying to kill him?

That was exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t let Owen die here and now. Ethan, of course, misread her purely selfish intervention as tender concern for her husband.

—Ha, this is so touching I can’t stand to watch.

He stubbed the cigarette out against the glasses perched crookedly on Owen’s face and tossed it across the room. Was he planning to vent his rage on Eve instead of finishing him off?

Creak, creak, creak, creak.

—Nng, ah, hngh!

Jealousy. It was nothing other than jealousy that spurred the hips of the man who had claimed he wanted to enjoy his plunder leisurely.

Ethan gripped Eve’s pelvis as if to crush it, beginning to drive his rage—veins bulging savagely—into her. As if punishing a cunning slut who comforted herself with another man’s cock while her upper mouth fretted for her husband, the speed of his thrusts was merciless.

—Hng!

—Damn it, if your husband is so precious, why are you spreading your legs for a stranger? Is this how the Princess of Kentrell always loved?

Eve clenched her teeth fiercely, even as she crumbled helplessly under a punishment disguised as pleasure. She fought to swallow her moans and to suppress the urge to scream back a futile rebuttal to his unfair accusations.

Fine, you can’t stand the sight of me because I’m so disgusting, right? Then please, I’m begging you—just give me a child and get the hell out of my life forever.

Unwearied, Ethan glared at Eve with a murderous intensity as he slammed his hips upward. The shock of it was transmitted directly to Owen lying beside them. Thump, thump. Each time the headboard rattled against the wall, Owen’s head nodded weakly from the recoil. It was as if he were nodding in affirmation of his wife’s infidelity.

The sight of three people swaying as one mass on a single bed was a level of depravity Eve had never seen in any nightmare.

The peaceful breathing of one man, the ragged gasps of another, and the stifled moans of a woman tangled together to create a bizarre dissonance.

When Eve desperately bit her lip to kill the sound, Ethan, annoyed, shoved his fingers between her teeth to force her mouth open. Because of that, the raw sound of suppressed pleasure exploded across the bed.

—Haa-uht, ah, nng, stop, ah-hngh!

—Cry louder. Should I sing him a lullaby so your husband can wet himself while dreaming about his wife getting fucked?

—Ngh, no, hmpf!

Biting and scratching. Eve fought desperately to pull his fingers from her mouth, but winning a test of strength against Ethan was impossible from the start.

—Ha-uugh!

—Ha, coming again? You’re extra sensitive today. Is getting taken in front of your husband actually the Princess’s taste?

—Ngh, haa, just you, aaah, hurry and, go, hng-uht….

If there was no way to stop the cries, the only option was to end the act. It was just as she began to swing her hips in the way he could never resist—hoping Ethan would just ejaculate and be done with it—that Owen’s head, which had been facing the ceiling, slowly rolled over.

Directly toward Eve.

If he opens his eyes now, Owen will see everything.

Her obscenely exposed parts, and the fact that the owner of the member sliding in and out of her wasn’t him.

As a chill ran down her spine, the intense pleasure surging from below her waist evaporated like a lie. Eve let go of the hand she had been using to fight Ethan’s fingers and reached out urgently toward Owen. She intended to turn his head back the other way.

Snap.

But her fingertips didn’t even reach the man in front of her. Ethan snatched Eve’s wrist like a snare and pinned it in mid-air.

Eve had made the worst possible move. To him, that gesture must have looked as if she were daring to long for another male even while pinned beneath him. She had finally triggered the detonator of the ticking bomb that was Ethan Fairchild.

—Kugh….

In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s other hand lunged for Owen’s throat.

He squeezed the man’s neck with one hand as if he meant to crush the vertebrae. Simultaneously, he forced himself into Eve with violent abandon.

Dark blue veins and tendons bulged hideously atop the hand trying to kill someone. They bore a terrifying resemblance to the engorged veins of the member thrusting as if to tear through Eve’s internal walls.

—K-kuuugh….

—Hah, s-stop, ah-hngh!

Punishing a rival above, and a woman below. He executed both malice and pleasure with a single body. Perhaps, to Ethan Fairchild, those two emotions were one and the same.