"How were my designs?"
Once again, after David had fallen asleep, Emily seized the opportunity to approach her handsome widower. It was as if she refused to give Kevin even a moment to escape her advances.
"Don't sit on my lap."
"I'm only being affectionate with you! Besides, you're a widower, aren't you? It's not like I'm stealing someone else's husband!" Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"Those were my best designs, and I gave them to you without expecting anything in return. I hope you can rise again, okay?" This time, Emily spoke seriously. "You can't give up."
"Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you? Like the rumors say?"
"Go ahead, take advantage of me. In what way? As long as you marry me, I don't mind," Emily replied casually, giggling. "People will always talk, but who cares? What matters is that we both know you're not that kind of person."
Kevin nodded with a faint smile. When she was being sensible, Emily could actually be quite wise and mature.
"Your designs are incredible. They're the best I've ever seen. The models are stunning too. I'm sure those clothes will sell like crazy."
"Really?"
"You should quit modeling. You're more suited to being a world-class fashion designer."
"Too much work! I'm too lazy to apply for a job at some company! Besides, I only gave those designs to my future husband." Emily clung to Kevin like a spoiled child, pleased that he wasn't protesting much tonight.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to Paris. Get ready and rest."
"Paris? Get ready? Are you taking me?" Emily's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. "You're inviting me? The three of us, with David?"
"My mother wants to meet you because of all the news circulating!"
"So I'm officially your future wife now?" Emily's eyes sparkled with happiness.
"Don't get ahead of yourself!" Kevin tapped her head dismissively. "Way too confident. Maybe my mom just wants to get rid of you for spreading nonsense. Ever eaten human flesh?"
Emily immediately squeezed Kevin's little brother with a sinister smile. Kevin's eyes widened, once again, this woman was shamelessly harassing him.
"Don't try to scare me! If your mom tries to get rid of me, I'll get rid of your little brother too!" she whispered, tightening her grip.
"Okay, okay, I was just joking. Don't mess around anymore. My mom just wants to clear up the rumors." Kevin pushed her mischievous hand away.
Emily pouted, deep in thought. If she was meeting Kevin's mother, this was her chance to win over her future mother-in-law, right? Awwww... She didn't care about the reason. She'd make sure the woman adored her! Kevin had to be hers.
"Go away, no more indecency. I can't believe there's a woman as perverted as you. Do you think mine is a toy you can play with whenever you want?"
"But Vin... I want to borrow it again. There's one more thing I want to try!"
"Don't even think about it!" Kevin grabbed Emily's wrist before she could act.
"What's wrong with you, Vin? Are you gay?"
"Just go to sleep! I'm trying to respect you."
"But I'm curious!"
"Are you insane?"
"Let go! Besides, you're already so tense! Stop being a hypocrite!"
Emily yanked her hand free and reached for it again. Slowly, she unzipped Kevin's pants and gasped at the sight.
Damn it. Kevin's self-control crumbled under her touch. His long celibacy had left him weak to this kind of temptation.
"You need a psychiatric evaluation," Kevin muttered as Emily began stroking him.
"You want this too, don't you? We're just satisfying each other!"
Kevin shut his eyes in resignation as Emily's lips wrapped around him, her tongue teasing him mercilessly.
"Emmhh..." He groaned, pushing her head down, urging her to take him deeper. His rationality was gone, consumed by lust.
Kevin wasn't the type to sleep around, he only did this if he was genuinely interested. It seemed Emily was the only woman bold enough to strip him bare like this.
"Ahh..." Kevin hissed as her movements grew faster. She was driving him insane!
Unable to hold back any longer, Kevin suddenly flipped Emily onto the bed. In one swift motion, he tore off her clothes and began exploring every inch of her body.
"Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, smirking as he cupped her breasts, teasing them like a starving man.
"Ahhh, Kevin..." Emily clawed at his back as he rubbed himself against her, the sensation even more intense than before. Widowers really were more skilled.
Kevin teased her, sliding in and out without fully penetrating, leaving Emily frustrated. She wanted more.
"So you really are a virgin?" Kevin paused, studying her.
"You thought I was lying?" Emily closed her eyes, restless.
"And?"
"Be my first." She stared at him with unwavering determination before sealing her plea with a deep kiss.
"Are you sure, you're ready?" Kevin returned to her breasts, kneading them roughly, making Emily stiffen at the unfamiliar pleasure.
Even though he knew he was crossing a line, he didn't care. He just wanted to teach Emily a lesson.
"Having second thoughts? This is why you shouldn't play with fire. I'm a man, what if I lose control and hurt you?"
"Enough talking! I'm not nervous, I just can't take it anymore!" Emily arched her hips, forcing him inside. She gasped in pain as a drop of blood marked her loss of innocence.
Kevin ran a hand through his hair. This woman was insane—she had literally forced him into this!
"Are you crazy?"
"Kevin, it hurts!" Emily whimpered, tears forming. She hadn't expected it to be this painful.
Kevin pulled her into a tight embrace, his expression softening. "You really are insane."
"Just enjoy tonight," she whispered, smiling weakly.
"Still hurts?"
"A little better..."
Emily hissed as Kevin began moving. She moaned as he thrust deeper, the pleasure slowly overtaking the pain.
Kevin quickened his pace when Emily's whimpers turned into breathless gasps. Her tightness was intoxicating, driving him wild.
"You're so tight!" The lewd sounds of their coupling filled the room, their passion burning hotter with every movement.
Emily clung to Kevin all night, savoring every thrust. Her first time had been tender yet exhilarating—she would never forget it.
"Kevin, thanks for lending yourself to me again! I'll borrow you tomorrow too!" Emily teased, her eyes full of mischief.
"This won't happen again."
"Hypocrite!"
*****
Julio glared at his wife, irritated by her gloomy expression. Was she thinking about her ex?
"Don't tell me you regret leaving him?" Julio sneered.
"It's not like that, Julio..."
"Jealous that your ex-husband has a new woman? Want to crawl back to that poor man? He doesn't even have anything left!"
Davira hugged Julio tightly. "I never regretted divorcing him. Why would I stay with a poor man like him? If I loved him, I wouldn't have helped you steal his designs!"
"I don't like you reminiscing. Your family is me and Leo now. I got rid of my wife with your help. So don't ever betray me, or I'll expose the murder and ruin us both!"
"What are you saying? I love you," Davira lied, hiding her fear.
"I just can't stand seeing Kevin happy with someone else," she thought.
"Let's go to bed, Julio. Don't be angry. Why so jealous?" She playfully tapped his stomach, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm not joking. Don't ever betray me." Julio kissed her, pulling her into an embrace as Davira fought to suppress her terror.
If Julio ever exposed the murder, she would be utterly ruined.