Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"Just do what we did last time," Eugene said with a lazy smirk, tossing his tie aside.
His fingers worked open another button, exposing the sharp line of his collarbone. "You don't remember last night, do you? That's why you're out here feeling lost."
Lorraine stared blankly, her mind still struggling to process his words.
Eugene reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His voice remained deep and detached. "Don't worry. I'll refresh your memory."
Her thoughts spun wildly, panic rising like floodwaters with nothing to grasp. Her hand flew to the door handle, but it was locked, of course.
With effortless control, Eugene drew her firmly against his chest, crushing her soft curves against his unyielding frame. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear.
Lorraine's body trembled as fear finally overtook her. "Please," she begged, her voice breaking, "stop this... don't do this..."
She could hardly comprehend the situation. This was her husband's uncle, and yet here they were, his body pressed against hers in a way that defied all reason.
Eugene had already ripped away her flimsy dress, exposing the curves he'd only glimpsed in shadow the previous night.
With deliberate movement, he switched the car's dome light to its brightest setting. "Look at me," he growled, his voice rough with possession. "And watch how I claim what's mine."
"You're disgusting!" Lorraine spat through her tears, her body shaking with rage. "You're Stephen's uncle! You're not even human!"
Dark fury swept across his features before she could continue. His hands locked around her hips—not guiding, but claiming. One forceful thrust seated him fully inside her, stealing her breath in a sharp gasp.
A broken sob tore from her throat. Hot tears traced the curve of her neck—until his tongue caught them, slow and deliberate. His voice was steel, as unrelenting as the rest of him pressing deeper. "Don't cry."
Her small hands dug into his shoulders. She wasn't the crying type, but now she wanted to—if only to spite him.
The more his inexplicable actions pressed in, the hotter her tears burned. Trapped and helpless, she could feel herself hardening inside. With every shaky breath, her heart built walls so thick that nothing could break through.
Time lost all meaning in that backseat. By the time the car parked at the Silverlake Villa, Isaac and the driver exited silently, standing at attention with clasped hands.
Moonlight bathed the scene when the back door finally opened.
Eugene emerged cradling a small figure bundled in his suit jacket. His wrinkled dress shirt clung to his torso, a stark contrast to his still-pristine slacks.
Isaac approached with deliberate caution, deliberately averting his eyes from the shape in Eugene's embrace. Assuming Lorraine had fainted, he pushed open the villa door and called softly, "Mr. Moore, should I call a doctor?"
"No." Eugene's reply was curt. "Dismiss all the staff. No one steps outside their doors tonight."
"Understood."
Eugene carried Lorraine upstairs and laid her on the bed. Lighting a cigarette, he moved to the window, holding it between his fingers without smoking.
The ember glowed faintly as he stared into the night. After what felt like an eternity, he finally brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply.
Lorraine stirred, her bleary eyes focusing on the silhouette by the window. The smoke curled around his sharp features, making him appear even more enigmatic in the dim light.
With sudden fury, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him with all her might.