The Erotic Artiste

CHAPTER 43

Days after Evelyn had initially joined Mr. Hiro in the lavish crimson room, she began to observe with great surprise how much more deeply he seemed to grow fond of her. Indeed, the billionaire appeared utterly captivated, unable to resist her enchanting presence. The instant they managed to carve out a moment to be alone together—whether it was in the opulence of his spacious office, the luxurious confines of his penthouse, or even the sleek interiors of his extravagant cars—Akeno would eagerly strip her of her clothing, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. He would then shower her with the kind of pleasure that she found utterly intoxicating, a sensation she craved with every fiber of her being.

Their interactions resembled those of frenzied bunnies in heat or perhaps a newlywed couple who had been fervently anticipating their wedding night, patiently waiting to finally indulge in the passionate love they had long desired to consume. The intensity of their connection was palpable, and each encounter felt like the culmination of all their unspoken desires and yearning.

One particular afternoon, as they found themselves alone in his penthouse, Evelyn looked up at Akeno, her heart racing. "You know," she said playfully, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, "I think you're becoming addicted to me."

He chuckled softly, his deep voice resonating in the lavish space, "Addicted? Maybe. But can you blame me? Every moment with you feels like a dream." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Tell me, Evelyn, do you feel the same way?"

She bit her lip, overwhelmed by the heat of his gaze. "I do. It's as if I've been waiting for this my entire life. With you, everything feels so... electric."

Akeno leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear, whispering, "Then let's make every moment count. I want to know every part of you, every desire deep within your heart." His words ignited a fire inside her, a longing she had never known before.

As he pulled back to look into her eyes, she could see the intensity of his feelings mirrored back at her. "You're not just a distraction for me, Evelyn. You're something much more significant. You inspire me."

Evelyn felt her dark cheeks flush at his declaration. And though he had her heart swelling with emotion, she remembered to be careful and just play along. "You inspire me too, Akeno. You make me feel alive in ways I never thought possible."

With a playful grin illuminating his face, he leaned in to kiss her, but she swiftly placed a delicate finger against his lips, effectively halting him in his tracks.

"I'm feeling quite tired, sir," she teased, her voice light and airy. "You already had your way with me this morning, and I'm afraid I simply cannot keep up with your relentless libido any longer," Evelyn playfully remarked as she gracefully extracted herself from his embrace and walked to the opposite side of the living room, settling herself onto one of the plush couches.

At this moment, Evelyn was testing him. Would he choose to follow her? After having engaged in more enlightening conversations with Imani about how to awaken her inner goddess of seduction, Evelyn was now checking for the unmistakable signs in Akeno to confirm whether he truly was under her spell. To her sweet delight, he demonstrated that Imani's advice had indeed been spot on, as he instinctively followed her across the room, positioning himself close to her on the couch. In their relationship, it had always been Evelyn who unconsciously trailed behind him, forever yearning for him to call her name, always right behind him whenever they were together. It was a refreshing change to see the dynamics shift for once. Days had slipped by, and she had meticulously orchestrated the circumstances to ensure she had him exactly where she wanted before daring to pose some of the questions that had been weighing on her mind.