Chapter 1469
Craig used his fingers to play with Cynthia's plump mons pubis, feeling the heat of her mature body seep into his palm. He felt a twisted sense of pride and continued to tease her even more.
Cynthia's provocative attire was purely for business purposes. In the business world, a woman had to be either ruthless or rely on men. Deep down, though, she was rather conservative. Her marriage was straightforward and conventional, and she could hardly endure Craig’s advances. Soon, she could feel her vagina helping things along, soaking her underwear.
"Look at you, getting wet just from a few touches," Craig sneered, feeling his fingers getting sticky. Cynthia was clearly highly aroused, and the thought of soon having his way with her made him giddy.
He knew her husband was a police officer, but just an ordinary one. To Craig, this was thrilling—he relished the idea of violating a cop's wife.
"Y'all keep chatting. I'll be right back," Craig said, seeing Cynthia was nearly unconscious from the alcohol. He helped her up and was about to leave.
The other men in the room looked on enviously. Though some felt it might be inappropriate, none wanted to ruin Craig’s good time; they usually avoided meddling in each other's affairs.
Craig opened the private room door and almost ran into someone. He saw a young guy and, assuming he was a waiter, snapped, "Get out of my way."
Kevin had been waiting for Cynthia but, finding it odd that she hadn't returned, decided to investigate. Just then, the room door opened, and he saw her, clearly drunk, being held by a middle-aged man. Ignoring the man, he frowned and asked, "Cynthia, you okay?"
In her dazed state, Cynthia heard someone call her name. She barely opened her eyes, and when she saw Kevin, a surge of relief washed over her. Reaching out to him, she weakly said, "Kevin, get me outta here."
Spotting Cynthia drunk, Kevin immediately sensed trouble and moved to help her. Craig, who had been eagerly waiting for this moment, wasn’t about to let it slip away. He glared and sneered, "Who the hell are you? Think you can mess with me?" He kicked at Kevin's groin, aiming to incapacitate him.
However, Kevin was quick on his feet and dodged the attack. He countered with a knee to Craig’s abdomen, making Craig scream and release Cynthia, doubling over in pain.
As Cynthia began to collapse, Kevin caught her and urgently asked, "Cynthia, are you okay?"
The men in the room stood up, and a few of Craig’s friends grabbed bottles, ready to attack Kevin. Suddenly, a bald man at the back shouted, "Stop!" He quickly approached Kevin, scrutinizing him before hesitantly asking, "You're Natalie's friend, right?"
"Yeah," Kevin replied, surprised to be recognized. Seeing Cynthia unconscious in his arms, he coldly demanded, "What did you do to her? Answer me!"
"This is a big misunderstanding," the bald man said apologetically. "Cynthia had too much to drink. Craig was just trying to get her home. Since you know her, you should take her."
Craig, having recovered, snarled, "You think you can kick me and walk out of here? Not a chance." His face burned with humiliation, especially in front of his peers. He lunged at Kevin again.
The bald man quickly pulled him aside, whispering something. Craig’s expression shifted, and he reluctantly said, "Even if Natalie shows up, it won’t make a difference. Jasper’s gone. She doesn’t control everything."
The mention of Natalie’s name made the other men back down. Recently, Natalie had become a major player in Harmony County's business world. She had secured connections with County Executive Armando, landed significant projects, and formed a powerful chamber of commerce, becoming its president and a senator. She was a force to be reckoned with.
Rumor had it that the northern and southern gangs had battled each other, weakening both sides. Natalie had quietly taken advantage, absorbing the remnants. Now, she commanded numerous desperados, wielding power in both the underworld and the authorities, making her even more formidable than Jasper. Even Harmony County's richest man, Lawrence, didn’t dare cross her.
The men pulled Craig back to the table. The bald man helped Kevin carry Cynthia downstairs and settled the bill. Watching Kevin support Cynthia as they left, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Natalie had once brought Kevin to this restaurant, treating him like a brother, so the bald man had taken notice. Natalie had mentioned that her connection with County Executive Armando was largely due to Kevin. Anyone daring to harm Kevin would be risking Natalie’s wrath, so he intervened to defuse the situation.
If Kevin had been hurt, Natalie wouldn’t have let it slide, and everyone involved would be in deep trouble. He wanted no part in Craig's mess.
However, he understood why Craig was drawn to Cynthia; she was incredibly attractive, with a stunning figure. But for men like him, making money was the primary goal. These days, without money, not even dogs would pay you any mind. It wasn’t worth getting into trouble over a woman.
“Cynthia, Cynthia, wake up.” Kevin supported her out of the barbecue joint, seeing her still heavily intoxicated. He wondered how much those guys had made her drink. From the bald man's explanation, it seemed she knew one of them, and if she hadn’t wanted to drink, she wouldn’t have gotten so hammered. The police couldn’t do much about it.
But now what? Holding Cynthia’s limp body, Kevin was at a loss. He didn’t know where she lived, and it didn’t look like she’d wake up anytime soon. He had classes in the afternoon.
Then, he spotted a small motel across the street. He helped Cynthia across the road and asked the clerk for a room, figuring she could sleep it off and leave later, sparing him the wait.
The room was on the third floor, and Cynthia was dead weight in her drunken state. By the time Kevin got her upstairs, he was drenched in sweat. He unlocked the door, gently laid her on the bed, and sat down beside her, panting. He thought about how unreliable she could be, inviting him to dinner and then getting smashed with friends. The guy earlier didn't seem like a good person at all. Had he taken Cynthia, who knows what might have happened.
Kevin took a moment to rest, glancing around the room. This small county motel was nothing compared to city hotels, with just a double bed, a nightstand, a coat rack by the door, and a small bathroom. But it was cheap—only a few dollars for four hours—and didn’t require any ID.
After a while, Kevin rose to leave. He glanced back at Cynthia, seeing her sprawled on the bed, her skirt hiked up, and her legs dangling over the edge, still wearing her knee-high boots.
Sleeping like this would be uncomfortable, and her legs would probably go numb. Kevin hesitated, then helped remove her boots and placed her legs properly on the bed. Seeing her still unresponsive, a sinister thought crossed his mind. Even if he did anything to her now, she wouldn't know.
Kevin’s heart pounded. He remembered how Sean had once made a move on Audrey, so taking some retribution from Sean’s mom didn't seem unreasonable.
Besides, Cynthia getting drunk with a bunch of guys until she passed out wasn't very appropriate. If he hadn’t intervened, Craig would have taken her. Better him than someone else, he rationalized.
Kevin reached out and touched Cynthia's foot, telling himself it was just curiosity.
Her feet were less delicate than Christopher’s wife’s, slightly sweaty from the boots and stockings, mixed with the sharp scent of alcohol. Even the prettiest women sweat, giving them their unique scent.
This smell acted as an aphrodisiac for Kevin. Holding Cynthia's foot, he inhaled the scent, enjoying the smooth feel, and soon crossed his earlier boundaries, playing with her foot as his lower body heated up and his penis grew.
By noon, in the small, dingy motel room, Cynthia lay motionless, permitting Kevin to play with her stockinged foot. Other than her heartbeat and body warmth, she was like a lifeless doll, but infinitely softer.
Kevin felt lucky. He recalled news stories about drunk women being picked up and violated by homeless men outside bars and had once regretted not having such an opportunity. Today, his wish seemed to have materialized.
A sexy, beautiful, mature woman, drunk and completely unresisting, allowing her body to be manipulated—it was an irresistible temptation for any man.
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