Chapter 1353
Seeing Oliver's apologetic expression, Audrey felt a pang of pity but said nothing, quickly walking out the door. Standing in the empty hallway, she took a few deep breaths to compose herself. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. She turned back to the door. "Oliver," she said softly, "let's just pretend tonight never happened. Get some rest. I'm going back to my room now." And with that, she walked away.
Watching Audrey's tall, elegant figure disappear down the hallway, Oliver felt a wave of frustration wash over him. His actions had been impulsive, yes, but part of him had wanted to test her, to see how she would react. He hadn't expected her to be so… resolute. Most women, in that situation, would have yielded. Maybe his charm was fading. He'd managed to snag Daisy, one of the four beauties of Harmony County, back in the day. That had to count for something.
He closed the door, lay down on the bed, and the image of Audrey's full, firm breasts filled his mind. He remembered the feel of her body against his, the heat radiating from her skin. He reached down and began to stroke himself, cursing Jason under his breath. If that bastard hadn't gone down south and stayed with his wife, none of this would be happening.
He closed his eyes, and Audrey's image returned, sharper, more vivid this time. The cool, proud expression was gone, replaced by a seductive smile. She moved with a languid grace that captivated him, her breasts swaying enticingly.
"Oliver," she purred, a playful lilt in her voice. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was wrong. Didn't you want to make love to me? Come on."
The sight of her smiling lips was too much. He pulled her down onto the bed, flipping her onto her back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He ripped her robe open, his eyes feasting on the creamy mounds of her breasts. He buried his face in her cleavage, nipping and sucking at her nipples.
Audrey moaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She turned her head to the side, her long hair spilling across the pillow. The heat radiating from her core was intoxicating. He rubbed himself against her, finding her entrance, thrusting hard. The familiar feeling of her tightness gripping him was like the first time with Daisy. Daisy, too, had been incredibly tight, making him feel powerful, virile. He grabbed Audrey's hips, digging his fingers into her flesh, biting her shoulder as he pounded into her. In the haze of passion, he couldn't tell if it was Daisy or Audrey beneath him. The lines blurred.
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Meanwhile, in her living room, Daisy finally succumbed to the turbulent emotions swirling within her. She hesitated for a moment, the internal conflict still raging. She and Kevin had shared moments of intimacy, yes, but never actual intercourse. She told herself she was just helping him, giving him an outlet so he wouldn't bother Laura. But that was a lie. Her sex life with Oliver was strained, but that didn't mean she wanted to sleep with a teenage boy. If she wanted that, she could have any of the young men in her dance troupe. She didn't need Laura's classmate.
The truth was, she hadn't consciously decided to sleep with Kevin. But he'd shown up tonight, unexpected, and her carefully constructed composure had crumbled. With Oliver gone, Kevin was the only one there, and after everything they'd shared, it felt… natural, almost inevitable, to turn to him, to let him ease the tension, the fear.
She looked down at Kevin, his face innocent in sleep, the faint fuzz on his upper lip, the sparse hairs dusting his groin a stark reminder of his youth. She was forty, practically his mother's age. This was… wrong.
Shame washed over her, and she started to pull away. She was the principal's wife, the deputy head of the dance troupe. She couldn't be doing this, not with him, not like this.
Tears welled in her eyes. It was too late. She'd crossed a line, and there was no going back.
"I'm sorry, Laura," she whispered, her daughter's face flashing in her mind. What would Laura think if she knew? She tried to lift herself away again, but the conflict within her intensified.
The raw need, the burning desire, overwhelmed her, eclipsing all sense of right and wrong. In that moment, she was simply a woman, desperate for release.
Outside, thunder rumbled, and rain lashed against the windows. The streets were deserted, the market stalls closed, washed clean by the downpour. Debris clogged the storm drains, forming small rivers that flowed into deepening puddles.
A small, wiry man in a raincoat appeared, pulling a garbage cart. He stopped at one of the puddles, bent down, and lifted the grate, the water swirling and gurgling as it drained away, revealing the dark opening of the sewer. He smiled, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He knew the city's sewers better than anyone. He'd been cleaning them for decades.
He glanced up at the towering apartment buildings surrounding him, buildings far grander than his own cramped apartment, buildings where a single square foot cost more than he earned in a month. Hatred twisted his features. One day, he would kill the men who lived in those buildings, and the women, too, even the pretty ones with their painted faces. He wouldn't spare a single one.
He'd raped dozens of women already, though a few had gotten away. The police were getting smarter, making it harder for him to find victims. He'd been lying low, waiting for the right opportunity. Tonight, with the rain… it was perfect. He thought of Daisy, and his smile widened. Everything was going according to plan. He didn't need to rush. She would be his.
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