Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 81: Chapter 81

The second Lorraine stepped into the room, she was pinned against the wall.
Before she could even flip the light on, Eugene's lips were on hers, hard and demanding.
The moonlight streaming through the window cast a dim glow, half-light, half-shadow.
There was no time to talk. He wasn't wasting a second of their intense kiss.
"Eugene..." Lorraine barely managed to gasp his name before he kissed her again, silencing her.
They didn't make it to the bedroom. She ended up on the sofa, his kisses relentless.
Eugene was still fully clothed, leaning over her, pushing her skirt up to reveal part of her fair waist. Lorraine let out a soft moan, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The room was silent, filled only with their heavy breathing.
"Eugene, are you feverish again?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Eugene didn't answer. He just kept moving, his muscles tense. "Stay with me, okay?" he murmured, grabbing her fair foot.
Lorraine nodded, thinking he meant while he was hurt.
But then he thrust harder, knocking the breath out of her. Her voice trailed off, trembling like a leaf.
He lifted her off the sofa and onto his lap.
She was dazed, remembering something Sheila had said, and reached for a small bag on the coffee table.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"Pepper spray," she admitted, her mind too foggy to lie.
Eugene's eyes narrowed, and he thrust even harder.
Lorraine yelped, nearly falling off his lap.
He didn't stop, each thrust leaving her weaker, until she was just whimpering, close to tears.
Her mind blazed with fireworks, each flash more brilliant than the last. As her strength slipped away, the thought of pepper spray disappeared, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.
It felt like forever. When it was over, Eugene carried her, half-conscious, to the massive bed in the bedroom and started all over again.
By the time they finished, they were both drenched in sweat. Lorraine could barely move, but Eugene still seemed full of energy.
The gloom that had clung to his heart like fog lifted in an instant, thanks to the sugar figurines she brought and that soft, pleading smile of hers.
He knew exactly what he wanted. There was no need to ponder or hesitate. Once the thought took hold, it was set in stone.
He held her close, his hand gliding along her smooth back. She was naked and slick, sleeping with her lips parted and breathing softly. A bead of sweat on her nose made her look like a little lost mermaid.
The room was filled with a sweet, sticky warmth, and he didn't feel like opening the window.
He just stared at her for a while, brushed her hair back, and tucked it under his arm. Then he pulled the quilt over them. "Sleep tight," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
Lorraine let out a soft moan and snuggled into his chest like a kitten. She draped her arm over his chest and went still.
Eugene smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off beside her.
When Lorraine woke up, sunlight was pouring through the window.
It took her a few seconds to remember where she was. She turned her head and saw Eugene, still asleep, his handsome face bathed in sunlight.
She was lying on his right arm. Panic hit her. She sat up and checked his wound. The bandages were gone, and there was no scar, no mark.
Her mind raced. Anger surged through her, overshadowing her embarrassment. Last night had been a setup, a trap to humiliate her.
Lorraine clenched her fists, resisting the urge to punch him. Instead, she quietly got dressed and left the bedroom.
She grabbed a bottle of ice water from the fridge and gulped it down, trying to calm down.
Her gaze fell on the courtyard outside. She remembered the aloe vera plants with their spiky edges...
Eugene was still asleep when Lorraine walked into the bedroom and yanked the curtains open. The bright sunlight flooded in, erasing any trace of last night's intimacy.
She approached the bed slowly, looking at his sleeping face. He was so handsome, but she had no idea what dark thoughts were hiding in his heart. It was like a misty forest, full of hidden dangers.
A few seconds passed. Eugene winced and raised his hand to block the light. Then he suddenly remembered it was his right hand and dropped it back down.
Lorraine smiled sweetly, "Why didn't you tell me your arm wasn't hurt? Do you know how worried I was?" Her voice was soft and tender.
Eugene was stunned, wondering, 'She isn't angry?'
Her attitude made him uneasy, but her smile was so sweet that his defenses crumbled.
"I was afraid you'd get mad, so... it was all Lorenzo's idea," he said, sitting up. As his best friend, Lorenzo had to take the blame.
"Yeah, I know you aren't like that," Lorraine replied, her dimples showing. She looked completely innocent.
Eugene's heart melted. He felt like any problem between them could be solved with a little lovemaking. After the intense sex last night, he was sure they were good.
Seeing her so sweet and quiet, he felt totally at ease. He figured that if she asked for the moon, he'd probably just give it to her.
Lorraine fetched a set of clothes for him. "Yesterday's clothes were dirty, so I washed them. Why don't you wear this?" she suggested.
Eugene looked at the outfit, a deep purple shirt, forest green pants, and a burgundy tie. 'What a strange match,' he thought.
He frowned, "Maybe I should pick my own clothes," he said.
"You don't like my taste?" Lorraine asked, looking hurt. "Last night, you... But now, you..."
She blinked, her eyes welling up.
Eugene sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll wear it."
"I knew you're the best," she exclaimed, kissing his cheek.
As he dressed, she pretended not to notice his shaky hands and kept complimenting him.
Eugene felt a little carried away, but he looked in the mirror and decided it wasn't that bad. 'Mix-and-match is trendy these days, right?' he thought.
He noticed she was wearing a plain white dress. "Do you want to match me?" he asked.
"I don't have any clothes here." Lorraine had come up with a reason.
He nodded. "Let's go shopping after breakfast," he said.
"Let's eat first," she agreed, following him to the dining room.
Eugene sat down and saw that she had a sandwich, milk, and doughnut, a typical breakfast fare. In front of him was a bowl of sticky, yellowish liquid.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Aloe vera juice," Lorraine said. "It's super healthy. You were exhausted last night. You need a boost."
Eugene hesitated. "Are you kidding me?" He felt something was off.
"Have you forgotten what I major in?" Lorraine smiled. "Are you doubting my professionalism?"
Eugene didn't know what to say. He just sighed and took a sip.
"Good, right? I spent ages scraping the aloe for this," she said, her eyes wide with expectation. She looked like a kid waiting for praise.
Eugene forced a smile. "Not bad," he said.
"Have more. There's more in the kitchen. I'll get you some when you're done," she said.
Words failed Eugene.
"This was Coconut's special treat back then," she grinned.
"Really? It must've been happy," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Not bad. Especially when Coconut was constipated. After I gave him this, he felt great," she said.
Eugene's heart sank. He slowly put down the bowl. "What... happens after drinking this?" he asked.