MARRIAGE TRAP

JEALOUS

He doesn't understand. "Let's take a look together."

Mayang looked at Lyra with a mocking expression. "Much more fun."

Lyra was barely able to control her desire to give the woman a stinging slap, but it was not a polite thing to do. Instead, just smile and pretend to be interested in each item on display for half an hour.

It was a relief when it was announced that the auction would be done soon.

Various items were displayed and sold successfully, and for most guests the offer increased above the estimated price, making the fundraising a satisfactory result.

The writing desk was the second last item in the catalog, and the opening price was high. There are some bidders, but finally only Romy and Mayang.

The numbers reached ridiculous amounts, more than double the estimated price, a fact that caught the attention of the guests, all the while whispering guesses who would win.

They reached the point where Mayang began to falter, although he continued to succeed in forcing even higher bids before giving up losing.

"This is very, unfounded" Lyra said softly as the auctioneer announced the item had been sold.

"Watch a gift." said Romy casually.

Lyra stared in silence for a few seconds. "That thing will beautify your house."

"Our house." Romy quickly corrected. "And the writing table is yours."

The money Romy would pay was for charity, and it helped to treat Lyra's conscience. "Thank you." Although he was not finished with the man at all.

The fact that the man knew it only added to Lyra's desire to denounce her, and she waited until Romy drove her car away from the hotel and into the traffic jam that filled the city center.

"You don't have to follow Mayang's game."

"no? That writing desk was yours from the moment you saw it."

"And how do you know that?"

Lyra fell silent and said nothing more until they climbed the stairs and reached the bedroom.

"Tu very beautiful furniture. Thank you for giving it to me."

Romy took off his suit, tie and started unbuttoning his shirt as he approached Lyra.

Wordlessly she moves behind Lyra and begins to remove the reslethinh of Lyra's dress.

"Is it so hard?"

Lyra doesn't pretend to not understand. "Thank you? Yeah." yeah."

Romy lowered the strap from Lyra's shoulder and the dress slid down and poked at the woman's feet. "You have to prick yourself."

Lyra's eyes collided with her. "I have my own money."

Romy's hand clasped Lyra's shoulder as she moved closer. "You talk a lot" he said softly and kissed Lyra's lips.

Lyra raised her clenched hand over Romy's shoulder to protest. An ineffective gesture that he did not repeat when one of Romy's hands cupped his b**, while the other hand clasped his nape, and he got lost.

Trapped in the passion that Romy was able to raise up until his body lit up under the touch of the man. Until the touch alone no longer feels enough, and Lyra's fingers reach for the clothes that are still left in Romy's body with burning passion.

The relationship makes all his senses joyful, possessive, greedy. Then wild and sensual as Romy carried her soaring high, so high that Lyra had to endure when things got too heavy, so heavy, and she screamed, unaware of the tears flowing down her cheeks until the man gently rubbed her with lips.

After that Lyra fell asleep for a moment, then was awakened by the touch of Romy's lips that teased the fine gap at the bottom of her throat.

This time it was Lyra who gave satisfaction to Romy using her mouth and testing her self-control, then ending it, when the man pulled her closer and brought her to the peak of enjoyment.

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