Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Eugene slammed into Lorraine hard, making her let out a soft, breathy moan. A flash of white light shot across her vision, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"You're so sensitive," Eugene teased, his voice low and husky. His hot breath brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
There just wasn't enough space here, and he couldn't really let loose. He scooped her up and carried her upstairs. As he walked, he kept teasing her, sometimes holding her tight, sometimes loosening his grip, making her cling to him even more.
Lorraine clung to him for dear life, afraid she'd fall. She didn't dare meet his eyes, afraid she'd get swept away by the wild storm in them.
Her face was buried against his shoulder, burning hot and bright red. When she couldn't take it anymore, she bit down on his shoulder.
Eugene finally made it to the top floor with her in his arms. Her sudden bite nearly made him lose control. He gripped her slender waist, almost crushing her, then pressed her up against the railing, taking her again and again.
Lorraine trembled all over, her hands pinned to the carved wooden railing by his grip. In front of her was his hot, solid chest; behind her—she didn't dare look, but a cold wind swept past.
Behind her was the steep staircase—one wrong move and she'd be done for. Terrified, she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
That move only made Eugene's blood run hotter. Instead of holding her, he moved with even more intensity, completely losing himself in the moment.
Lorraine shook even harder, feeling like she was about to die but couldn't. All she could do was whimper his name, wanting to beg him to go easy. But the words just wouldn't come out. She could only murmur softly, "Eugene... mm... Eugene..."
Her sweet voice was like melted chocolate, slowly seeping into his ears. Feeling both satisfied and insatiable, he bent down and kissed her hard, swallowing all her cries.
Lorraine couldn't even make a sound, tears pricking at her eyes. She wanted to shake her head, but he held her tight, leaving her trembling helplessly.
Seeing her so soft and vulnerable, Eugene gave a wicked grin and deliberately stepped back a little.
Lorraine's body wobbled, and thinking she was about to fall, she shrieked and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Eugene kept up his teasing rhythm, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. He felt her body go from tense to soft, then stiff, and finally melt into a puddle in his arms.
Only then did he pick her up again, carry her into the bedroom, and lay her on the bed, pouring all his passion into her.
By the end, Lorraine was so spent she couldn't even open her eyes.
Eugene kissed her ear softly, careful not to press down on her. He rolled over, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp.
Lorraine curled up, eyes closed, fingers gripping the sheets. Her lashes quivered, and even beneath the covers, the soft curve of her hips remained subtly visible.
The sight reignited desire in his eyes. But when he looked down, the desire vanished instantly. Things had gotten too rough, and he hadn't even noticed when her bandage had come undone. Now, the wound was torn and bleeding again, red and seeping.
Eugene frowned slightly, reaching out and gently ruffling her hair.
Lorraine felt a little panicked, afraid he might want another round. If he did, she wasn't sure she'd survive it. She quickly turned her face away, biting her lip and staying silent.
"You asleep?" Eugene asked, though he clearly knew the answer.
Lorraine froze, not sure how to respond. But she couldn't just ignore him either. In her panic, she nodded.
Eugene was speechless. He pulled his hand back and tucked the blanket around her. "Get some rest. I'll put some medicine on your wound in a bit. It might sting, but I'll be as gentle as I can."
'He didn't call me out.' Lorraine loosened her grip on her lip and gave another small nod.
Eugene got dressed, turned off the bedroom light, and went out to find the first aid kit.
In the darkness, Lorraine quietly turned her head, watching him as he walked away. The black silk robe made him look even taller and more imposing, his air of quiet nobility more pronounced than ever.
Lorraine stayed at Silverlake Villa for a week, and her wrist was almost completely healed. Finally, she mustered the courage to contact Sheila.
She'd braced herself for a scolding and was ready to beg for forgiveness. To her surprise, Sheila brought over all her stuff—her suitcase, the rabbit cage, and a bunch of odds and ends.
The two girls sat together in the living room; Eugene had already left for work.
"If you want to stay here long-term, I won't stop you. Honestly, there's nowhere safer than being with Eugene," Sheila said. She had thought about it for a long time before reaching this conclusion.
Lorraine was pouring coffee for Sheila, so distracted by her words that she didn't even notice the cup was overflowing. "Really? You think so too?"
"We don't have any other options, do we?" Sheila said, frustrated.
She hated that she wasn't strong enough. And with the Stuard family's complicated status, she couldn't protect Lorraine openly. It was such a terrible feeling. They were adults now, but still not strong enough to protect themselves.
Lorraine fell silent. It was true—she didn't have a choice.
Stephen treated her as a tool to clear his own name, even wanting her to have Kevin's child. And as for the Shaw family, all they cared about was their own interests; her life or death meant nothing to them.
"Don't overthink it," Sheila said. As an optimist, she always saw the silver lining.
She got up and took a look around the house before plopping back down. "Look at this place—a mansion."
She pointed out the window. "And check out those luxury cars."
Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, "And let's not forget the eye candy. Lorraine, don't you feel like a rich lady keeping a pretty boy?"
Lorraine remained silent.
Sheila slapped her thigh and laughed. "Just think about it: great food, a gorgeous house, and a hot guy who comes home to you every night. You're basically living the dream!"
Lorraine felt helpless. "Is that so?"
"Of course! Eugene's got the looks, the body, and the fortune—he's a world-class catch. There are women out there who'd kill to marry him. You totally lucked out," Sheila said, trying to cheer Lorraine up.
"Really?" Lorraine still sounded unconvinced.
Sheila rolled her eyes, pulled out her phone, and opened a forum. "See? He has millions of fans. And look at his Twitter—he's got more followers than most celebrities. The guy's a superstar."
Lorraine glanced at the screen and had to admit that Sheila was right.
"Don't think too much. Now that Eugene's letting you stay, you can trust he'll keep you safe. That's what matters most," Sheila added.
Thinking about Stephen's actions still sent a chill down Sheila's spine. Lorraine might have to play by Eugene's rules while staying at his place. Sheila was fine with that—nothing mattered more than Lorraine's safety.
Lorraine thought for a moment, then nodded. "I know." She'd never planned on leaving anyway—survival was the most basic instinct of all.
"That's a relief," Sheila took a sip of coffee and then leaned in with a sly grin. "But during these past few days, did you two..."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, that thing—getting you really happy."
Lorraine's cheeks turned bright red, and she wished she could just bury her face in a pillow.
"Look at your face. I'll take that as a yes." Sheila chuckled, giving Lorraine a playful pat on the head. "No need to be embarrassed. We're all adults here. Just think of it as getting back at Stephen—the more, the better, right?"
Lorraine coughed awkwardly. "Can we not talk about this, please?"
Suddenly, Sheila straightened up, her teasing gone. "You can do anything you want, but there's one thing you absolutely can't do."
"What can't I do?"
"Don't fall for him. You have to guard your heart, understand?"
After Sheila left, Lorraine sat there clutching her chest, dazed. Her heart was still pounding, so alive—but could she really stop it from beating for Eugene?
She knew exactly what Sheila meant. She and Eugene were from completely different worlds. There was no way anything could ever happen between them. She didn't even dare to imagine what that would look like.
In this case, guarding her heart was probably the last bit of dignity she had left.
Coconut rustled restlessly in its cage, snapping Lorraine back to reality. She let the little bunny out into the garden and watched it hop around for a while. Then, as if she'd made up her mind about something important, she turned and ran back into the living room.
Lorraine opened her small suitcase, took out a little batik pouch, and set it on the coffee table. Inside was a stack of cash—some bills, some coins—all the money she'd earned from part-time jobs since starting college.
She took the money out, counting it over and over again. Once she had a total, she just sat there on the living room carpet, zoning out as the bright afternoon faded into dusk.
When Eugene got home from work, he walked in to see Lorraine sitting in the living room, with the lights off.
She looked completely spaced out, lost in her own thoughts. His eyes drifted down to the coffee table, where a pile of colorful bills and coins was scattered.