MARRIAGE TRAP

REST

"So much fun" Lyra said, glancing at Romy cynically as they stopped at a red light.

"It could be worse."

"really?" Lyra deliberately put emphasis and found the man smiling amusedly. "Maybe you can explain the touches that are happening there?"

"You mind?"

No, Lyra doesn't mind, that's the problem. He should also resist the urge to lean on the man and enjoy it.

"You'd rather I keep my distance? Ignoring you?"

Lyra answered quickly and without hesitation. "Don't you care what people think."

"No."

Outside lights lit up the house as Romy used the remote to open the gate and other remotes to activate the garage door as he entered the circular driveway.

Although Lyra has not considered it so, she is not sure if she will ever be able to.

There are things that seem insurmountable, the worst of which is that Romy has blackmailed her into marriage, deeds that Lyra will never forget.

"We have a marriage." Romy reminded her as they entered the house, and Lyra stared fixedly at the man.

"You forced it, not me."

"It would be wiser for you to accept this situation." Romy's voice contained a subtle tone that Lyra would rather ignore.

"If not?"

They started to climb the stairs. "You want to fight?" romy asked calmly, and Lyra shook her head.

"Not really."

They reached the top floor and headed for the master bedroom.

"Then that's it, Lyra. It's no use."

It irritated her that the man was right, and Lyra took off her shoes as soon as they entered the bedroom, took off her jewelry, then grabbed the zipper on the back of her dress.

He realized that while doing so, Romy had removed his jacket, bow tie and shirt, and was preparing to let go of his woe.

Wordlessly Lyra headed to the bathroom and cleaned up the makeup, took off some of the flops that held her hair, then took out a nightgown.

"You won't need it."

Lyra looked up in surprise and saw Romy in the glass as the man stood behind her.

Romy lowered his head, and his mouth traced a sensitive crack at the edge of Lyra's neck. "Except you."

The sensation flowed deep into Lyra's body, awakening her every nerve, and she had to try hard not to groan as the man's hand slid down onto her arm then gently cupped her chest.

Who do you want to fool? He just needs to touch you and you're lost. Pretending,? Forget it, it's real.

It was so real that Lyra's entire body flared up as sensations struck each cell, and she was unable to move a single muscle as Romy's hand slid into her abdomen.

Romy held their bodies so that their skin touched and Lyra could feel the man's passion, Romy's hand cupping her chest and playing her sensitive peak so hardened.

"Romy's..." The man's name slid out Lyra's lips in a helpless groan, and she screamed as the man's fingers adeptly brought her near the climax.

"You want me to stop?"

Lyra began to tremble as Romy held back, and she simply shook her head, unable to say a word.

It felt very unbearable, dah with one easy move Romy lifted and twisted Lyra's body in his arms, his hands slid down to cupper the bo****ng the woman while clenching tightly.

Lyra's hand immediately coiled around Romy's neck and held on as the man touched her chest with his lips, teased her top, then boasted until she screamed, screaming, then one of Romy's hands clasped his nape as the man kissed his lips in a kiss that mastered and robbed common sense, awakening a primitive passion so sharp that it was just one word.

Jesus.kumohon.

And Romy did so, carefully arranging Lyra's body position while lowering the woman, her eyes clashing against Lyra's eyes as she watched the beautiful brown eyes darken and fuse, and the, and then it was she who was caught in a raucous groan from behind her throat as she felt Lyra's body move around her body, feeling the urge of the woman who wanted more.

Romy moves carefully, leading Lyra's body into a harmonious rhythm, and they together add to the sexual urge with a stinging, savage passion.

Lyra could only feel the man, an amazing sensation as she held onto Romy, her breathing barely restrained, continuing to endure as doing anything else was already beyond her ability.

It felt like it was only a long time later when Romy carefully let go of his embrace.

Gently, Romy cupped Lyra's face, lifting her up until they looked up.

The glittering brown eyes clashed with his eyes without any pretence, and Romy held the curse in his own language.

Oh my God, a man can drown in those eyes.

Romy lowered his head and swept his lips over Lyra's lips, stroking her with subtle touches until Lyra's mouth opened in response to a kiss so tender that it made her want to cry.

Lyra's tears spread, then dripped down her cheeks. A raucous groan slid down from behind Romy's throat as he traced each drop of those tears with his lips, and Lyra flinched as the man slipped one hand under her knee and carried her back to the bedroom.

Lyra felt a cold sheet behind her back as Romy climbed onto the bed, and she muttered faintly as the man pulled the blanket over her and laid it down.

When he was about to fall asleep, a small voice whispered in his mind, in vain to remain invulnerable.