Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

At this point, all they could do was keep their heads down and wait it out.
Eugene pulled Lorraine behind a pillar in the hall. "Do you remember what I told you before we came downstairs?"
Lorraine nodded. "You told me not to wander off. I need to hold your hand. I can't eat or drink anything, and if you tell me to run, I run."
"The lights are off, and there are at least a few hundred, maybe even a thousand people here. He might not even recognize us, but if he does—" Eugene said.
"If he does, we just pretend we're doing what those guys are doing," Lorraine said, nodding toward the men cutting loose in debauchery.
Eugene was speechless. There was no way he could do something like that in front of everyone.
He reached out and ruffled her hair. "Quit letting your imagination run wild. Come on. Follow me."
The two of them weaved through the hall, doing their best to stay under the radar. Luckily, everyone else was too busy having fun to pay attention to strangers.
Soon, they found Lorenzo and Nathan. The four of them slipped into a nearby emergency exit, quickly discussed their plan, and then headed back into the hall.
To their surprise, Stephen and Kevin, who had been showing off their love everywhere just a moment ago, were gone.
Lorenzo turned on the charm and chatted up a lonely guy to ask what was going on. The man told him the "groom" and "bride" were in a small room next to the hall. As for what they were doing, it was easy to guess.
Then Lorenzo and Nathan kept watch outside the small room. Eugene quietly led Lorraine over and gently pushed open the door. It was pitch black inside. No lights were on, but the sounds of Stephen and Kevin getting intimate were unmistakably clear.
With a quick move, Eugene pulled Lorraine behind the black velvet curtains. Using the moonlight, he took out his mini camera and switched on the infrared mode.
Lorraine steadied herself and glanced at the camera footage. She was so shocked by what she saw that she nearly gasped. Watching two guys engage in the sixty-nine position made her face flush, and the steamy groans almost turned her on.
Standing behind her, Eugene wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. "Don't look," he murmured.
His hot breath brushed against Lorraine's neck. She nodded, dropping her gaze, not looking at the scene. Her back pressed firmly against his chest, and she could hear his strong, steady heartbeat.
Then, she slowly became aware of the changes in Lorraine. His thing was so hot and hard, like a blade ready to pierce her at any moment. It was impossible to ignore.
Lorraine shifted uncomfortably, wanting to put some distance between them. But she was also afraid of drawing attention from outside. She was trapped, unable to move forward or back, with nowhere to escape.
Eugene lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I didn't mean for this to happen. Just bear with it."
'Honestly, shouldn't he be the one holding it in? This is pure torture,' Lorraine thought.
Meanwhile, the two men on the bed were still going strong, switching to an even more jaw-dropping position and starting another wild round.
The atmosphere in the room grew more charged and heated, making it hard for Lorraine to catch her breath. She just wanted this torment to end as soon as possible.
"Feeling that uncomfortable?" Eugene asked. His voice was so seductive that it made her cheeks flush, causing her to instinctively pull back.
The hard thing pressed between her thighs made her squirm in discomfort. When she was about to protest, Eugene spun her around, pressing her face into his chest.
He held the camera in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist. There was no way he could cover her ears for her, so he told her to do it herself.
Lorraine cooperated, raising her hands to cover her ears. But unluckily, it was useless at all.
She could hear them clearly because the couple on the bed had just hit the most intense moment. Their voices grew louder and louder, echoing through the room.
"Stephen, you're amazing. Oh, deeper. I love you, Stephen!" Kevin shouted.
"I love you, too, Kevin. I'll love you forever!" Stephen responded, letting out a groan.
Lorraine was on the brink of losing her mind. The room was heavy with desire, and the air was charged with intoxicating heat. If she didn't breathe, she'd suffocate; if she did, she'd lose control.
She could clearly feel Eugene's arm around her growing tense. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and landed on her chest, quickly soaking into her shirt and disappearing.
"Eugene," she called out softly, trying to ask when they'd finally be done filming.
But her voice was already trembling, completely beyond her control. The whole scene felt like a live-streamed adult film. If this didn't stir her, she'd have to admit she had lost all sense of desire.
Both she and Eugene were only human, after all. In moments like this, instinct would always win over reason.
"Can't bear it anymore?" Eugene asked.
Lorraine nodded honestly. "Please..."
'Let's get out of here quickly. I don't want to stay here,' she thought. She couldn't stand to see any more of this.
It wasn't heartbreak, and it was also a little nauseating, but her body was reacting anyway. It was driving her insane.
But Eugene misunderstood, raising his eyebrows in surprise before quickly accepting what he thought was her request. "Hold it in. Don't make a sound," he whispered.
Lorraine thought he was finally done filming and was about to take her out, so she nodded obediently.
But instead, his hand suddenly slid down from her waist, effortlessly slipping beneath her white shirt. His palm traveled upwards, leaving a trail of tingling sensations wherever it brushed.
Lorraine froze, about to push his hand away, but he suddenly gave a gentle squeeze, his fingertips brushing over the sensitive parts of her chest. She shuddered, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin. She almost cried out, but she bit it back.
'What is he doing? Isn't he supposed to take me out right away?' she wondered.
Eugene felt that her body stiffened for a moment and then trembled before finally relaxing. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly. 'Such a sensitive little thing,' he thought.
He let her upper body go for now, and his fingers slid lower, hooking her thin panties and slipping inside. He rubbed her intimate area gently to let her adjust, and he then slowly pressed his middle finger into her private part.
Lorraine nearly broke down, curling up like a flower. She bit down on his chest, leaving a glistening ring of tiny teeth marks.
'You can't take it anymore now?' Eugene thought, his finger moving faster. Once she was more used to it, he curled his finger, angled it just right, and thrust hard.
Lorraine was about to protest just a second ago, but now she was completely silent. Her head snapped back, her whole body pulled taut like a bowstring. She trembled hard several times. Her rosy lips parted, but not a single sound came out.
Waves of pleasure crashed over her, engulfing her completely. Every sensitive nerve ending was teased, like wind and mist brushing against her skin. She was left breathless, driven entirely by instinct.
Eugene couldn't help but laugh at how sensitive she was. He pressed against her, refusing to let go.
A moment later, she went utterly limp against his chest. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. If he hadn't been holding her up with his knee, she would've slid right to the floor.
She didn't even have the strength to speak. Her body still trembled and tightened, caught somewhere between satisfaction and longing.
The warmth and tightness made it impossible for Eugene to resist. He leaned down, nipped her ear, and whispered in that dangerously charming voice, "This is just a taste. When we get home, I'll give you the real thing, okay?"
Lorraine was so lost in it that she could hardly remember where she was, let alone care about what he was saying.
Eugene steadied her in his arms, withdrew his hand, straightened her white shirt, and continued filming.
Luckily, the two on the bed were just about finished, too. Kevin knelt up and helped Stephen get dressed. "I really loved tonight's wedding. I love you, Stephen."
Stephen turned around and kissed him. "I love you, too."
"Even if we can't be a real married couple, I could die happy after tonight," Kevin said, his voice full of deep emotion.
This wedding at sea might have been a secret, but for their little circle, it was already the happiest thing imaginable.
"You're the only one I'll ever see as my wife. No matter what, it'll always be you," Stephen promised solemnly.
"But..." Kevin gathered his long hair, concern flickering across his delicate features. "I'm worried Lorraine might try to hurt you."
A while back, they'd Lorraine from the airport, planning to force her into artificial insemination so she'd accept her fate. But she managed to escape, and now she was a lingering threat.
Stephen just smiled, unconcerned. "Don't worry. I've already had her brought onto this ship. What happens to her is up to you. Consider it my wedding gift to you. Do you like it?"
As for the divorce papers, he had no intention of signing them. To him, Lorraine was just a pawn.
Whether she lived or died didn't matter, as long as she could keep up appearances for the Moore family and serve as a shield for him and Kevin.
"I love it," Kevin said affectionately, hugging him from behind. "I love anything you give me."
"From today on, I'll share the Moore family's shares with you. Everything I have is yours," Stephen said without reservation. "Including all the properties, the jewelry, and everything else I own."
"Thank you," Kevin whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Eugene lowered his head behind the curtain. "See? This is what I meant by sponsoring a woman and keeping a woman."
Lorraine had just managed to catch her breath when she heard him. She thought, 'So he's been talking about Stephen and Kevin all along. This was part of his plan from the very beginning. He never brought me here just for a vacation.'
"Did you get it on camera?" she asked, her voice a little muffled.
"Yeah, it's done. Come with me," Eugene said, quietly guiding her toward the other end of the curtain without making a sound.
They were getting closer and closer to the door, almost home free. Lorraine's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might leap out of her chest.
However, when they were only a few feet from the door, the whole room lit up with a snap.
To their surprise, Stephen was already waiting by the door.
The cold muzzle of a gun pressed right against Lorraine's temple. Stephen smiled lazily. "Eugene, if you were going to ruin my party, you could've at least given me a heads-up. Heading out already?"