Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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Lorenzo looked like a man who'd just been stabbed in the back and was still counting the seconds before he should feel the pain.
Under Eugene's icy stare, Lorenzo didn't need to tell twice. "You know what? I think I'll... take an evening stroll. Lovely weather for it," he babbled, already backing toward the exit.
The heavy door clicked shut, leaving Eugene and Lorraine alone outside the suite. Eugene plucked the CT envelope from Lorraine's grasp. "Get in," he said, pushing the door open.
Lorraine gasped as she crossed the threshold. "This can't be a hospital room! It's unreal!"
Her eyes darted between the plush king-sized bed, gleaming entertainment system, and mini kitchenette. Even the private bathroom looked fit for a luxury resort.
"Weren't you here just the other day?" He tossed the stuff onto the couch and yanked off his jacket. His fitted white shirt, with its silver accents, showcased a physique that shamed professional models.
Lorraine flopped onto the king-sized bed, grabbing a pillow and rolling across the mattress with glee. "I barely noticed last time, but this place is incredible!"
With everything that had happened before, she hadn't exactly been in the right headspace to appreciate her surroundings.
Eugene watched her antics with amusement. "You really are easily impressed," he remarked, shaking his head.
Sitting up, she hugged the pillow tight, eyes shining. "I was supposed to stay at a hostel tonight—twenty-five bucks for a bunk bed." She gestured wildly at the room. "But this is paradise!"
Eugene shook his head with a smirk. "Even after getting hurt, you're still this cheerful? Are you made of rubber?"
"Should I be miserable instead?" She shook her head vigorously. "That'd be such a waste. Life's too short for that. No way."
Eugene paused to take her in. She looked like a kid who'd just won free rein in a candy shop, her long hair wild and sticking to her flushed face from all the tumbling. Yet somehow, her whole being glowed with infectious energy.
"What could you possibly know about life at twenty?" he challenged, half-serious.
Lorraine rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please, Mr. Twenty-Eight-Year-Old Wisdom. Like eight extra years makes you the expert on everything?"
The age comment hit a nerve, reminding Eugene of Lorraine's remark about performance issues.
A quiet laugh escaped him as he crossed the room with effortless confidence. He plucked the pillow from her arms and gently swept her hair back from her face. "Did you tell Lorenzo I have performance problems?"
Lorraine blinked up at him, genuine confusion written across her face. "What?"
His palm stayed pressed to her cheek, fingers burning against her skin like a live wire. When she tried to pull away, his hand slid down to grip her shoulder, locking her in place.
"Already forgotten?" His voice dropped to a murmur. "I suppose you'll find out tonight what I can do."
Lorraine's mind went blank. Before she could process his words, the rigid heat of him pressed flush against her, leaving no space, no escape.
Her pulse quickened as she struggled beneath him. "Stop it! You'd better think twice. If you... if you..." Words failed her, heat flooding her cheeks.
"Take you against your will again?" he offered helpfully, his tone dripping with false innocence.
"That's right! And this time I won't hold back!" She shook her fists at him, though the effect was more adorable than intimidating.
A low laugh rumbled in his chest as he easily captured her wrists, immobilizing her. "Come now," he murmured. "You can't honestly say you didn't enjoy yourself last time."
Lorraine's thoughts scattered. She could feel her face burning crimson. "Y-you're talking complete nonsense!" she sputtered, teeth clenched.
"Talking nonsense? So you actually felt awfully comfortable?" he murmured, his playful tone belying the tension in his body. Warm breath ghosted across her ear.
Lorraine stiffened. When she tried to resist, his unyielding strength rendered her efforts useless.
Before she could react, her clothes were gone, leaving her bare and defenseless. His hands locked around her waist, yanking her tight against him as he pushed inside in one sharp thrust.
"Next time you run your mouth," he panted, each thrust more forceful than the last, "I'll keep you in this bed until you forget how to walk."
Tears pricked at her eyes but refused to fall. The confusion and hurt twisted inside her—what had she even done to deserve this?
Beyond the window, the night deepened, swallowing the last remnants of daylight.
Under Eugene's icy stare, Lorenzo didn't need to tell twice. "You know what? I think I'll... take an evening stroll. Lovely weather for it," he babbled, already backing toward the exit.
The heavy door clicked shut, leaving Eugene and Lorraine alone outside the suite. Eugene plucked the CT envelope from Lorraine's grasp. "Get in," he said, pushing the door open.
Lorraine gasped as she crossed the threshold. "This can't be a hospital room! It's unreal!"
Her eyes darted between the plush king-sized bed, gleaming entertainment system, and mini kitchenette. Even the private bathroom looked fit for a luxury resort.
"Weren't you here just the other day?" He tossed the stuff onto the couch and yanked off his jacket. His fitted white shirt, with its silver accents, showcased a physique that shamed professional models.
Lorraine flopped onto the king-sized bed, grabbing a pillow and rolling across the mattress with glee. "I barely noticed last time, but this place is incredible!"
With everything that had happened before, she hadn't exactly been in the right headspace to appreciate her surroundings.
Eugene watched her antics with amusement. "You really are easily impressed," he remarked, shaking his head.
Sitting up, she hugged the pillow tight, eyes shining. "I was supposed to stay at a hostel tonight—twenty-five bucks for a bunk bed." She gestured wildly at the room. "But this is paradise!"
Eugene shook his head with a smirk. "Even after getting hurt, you're still this cheerful? Are you made of rubber?"
"Should I be miserable instead?" She shook her head vigorously. "That'd be such a waste. Life's too short for that. No way."
Eugene paused to take her in. She looked like a kid who'd just won free rein in a candy shop, her long hair wild and sticking to her flushed face from all the tumbling. Yet somehow, her whole being glowed with infectious energy.
"What could you possibly know about life at twenty?" he challenged, half-serious.
Lorraine rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please, Mr. Twenty-Eight-Year-Old Wisdom. Like eight extra years makes you the expert on everything?"
The age comment hit a nerve, reminding Eugene of Lorraine's remark about performance issues.
A quiet laugh escaped him as he crossed the room with effortless confidence. He plucked the pillow from her arms and gently swept her hair back from her face. "Did you tell Lorenzo I have performance problems?"
Lorraine blinked up at him, genuine confusion written across her face. "What?"
His palm stayed pressed to her cheek, fingers burning against her skin like a live wire. When she tried to pull away, his hand slid down to grip her shoulder, locking her in place.
"Already forgotten?" His voice dropped to a murmur. "I suppose you'll find out tonight what I can do."
Lorraine's mind went blank. Before she could process his words, the rigid heat of him pressed flush against her, leaving no space, no escape.
Her pulse quickened as she struggled beneath him. "Stop it! You'd better think twice. If you... if you..." Words failed her, heat flooding her cheeks.
"Take you against your will again?" he offered helpfully, his tone dripping with false innocence.
"That's right! And this time I won't hold back!" She shook her fists at him, though the effect was more adorable than intimidating.
A low laugh rumbled in his chest as he easily captured her wrists, immobilizing her. "Come now," he murmured. "You can't honestly say you didn't enjoy yourself last time."
Lorraine's thoughts scattered. She could feel her face burning crimson. "Y-you're talking complete nonsense!" she sputtered, teeth clenched.
"Talking nonsense? So you actually felt awfully comfortable?" he murmured, his playful tone belying the tension in his body. Warm breath ghosted across her ear.
Lorraine stiffened. When she tried to resist, his unyielding strength rendered her efforts useless.
Before she could react, her clothes were gone, leaving her bare and defenseless. His hands locked around her waist, yanking her tight against him as he pushed inside in one sharp thrust.
"Next time you run your mouth," he panted, each thrust more forceful than the last, "I'll keep you in this bed until you forget how to walk."
Tears pricked at her eyes but refused to fall. The confusion and hurt twisted inside her—what had she even done to deserve this?
Beyond the window, the night deepened, swallowing the last remnants of daylight.
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