Seducing Mr. Antisocial |WARNING: R-18|

Chapter 34

Malabo sa kanya ang sunod na mga pangyayari. Para siyang lumulutang at nanaginip. Bumalik sila ni Evan sa gallery.

Naroon ang Lola nito, si Manang Huling at si Kat-kat. Halos pugpugin siya ng halik ng mga ito. Nakita rin niya ang ilang mga kaibigan at kakilala roon. Marami ding media ang naroon, halos hindi matigil ang pagkuha ng mga larawan, ang pagbabato ng mga tanong. Naroon din si Uncle Felipe at ito ang umako ng atensyon kapag sobra nang naitutuon kay Evan. Her Lola and Manang Precie were babbling with Nanay Lusing and Manang Huling like school girls.

She hardly noticed any of it.

Nasa tabi niya si Evan, at nakapalupot ang isang braso nito sa kanyang baywang. He would lean down and touch his lips to her ear to murmur something to her. He kept touching her back, her nape, her hair.

Hindi pa rin ito p'wedeng manalo ng Mr. Congeniality, pero hindi na naninigas ang katawan nito sa tuwing may lalapit dito para makipagkamay at makipag-usap.

He never left her side.

She could feel her blood humming, could feel heat clawing at her gut. He would casually brush his mouth over her forehead and temples whenever he got the chance. His hand would casually brush the upper curve of her ass, too, and the heat of his palm burned her skin.

Nang matapos ang exhibit at nasa kotse na sila ng binata, pumipintig na ang init sa buong katawan niya.

"Where...where are we going?" anas niya.

She stared at him. The city lights glinted in his hair and golden skin. Those laser-blue eyes were dark, too, and she could feel the restless sexual energy pulsating in his muscular body. He gripped the steering wheel in one hand, and the other rested on her thigh.

Umaarko ang init mula sa magaspang nitong palad na nakadantay sa kanyang hita paakyat sa kanyang sentro.

"Your place," anas din nito.

Tingin niya ay hindi niya kayang maghintay nang ganoon katagal. Parang mauupos siyang kandila sa upuan kung hindi siya hahawakan nito.

"Evan..." She dragged his hand up her thigh, sliding it beneath her skirt.

"Lavinia..." marahas nitong babala.

Pero patuloy niyang hinila ang kamay nito paakyat sa pagitan ng kanyang mga hita. His caloused fingertips sent needles of flame razing throughout her nerves. She bit her lip hard as she dragged his hand up toward her sex.

He cursed when she pressed his palm against her damp thong.

"F*ck it, Lavinia..."

"Yeah," anas niya.

She guided his fingers inside her thong, and her back arched when the rough pads made contact against her slippery flesh.

Muli itong nagmura at dumiim ang mga daliri nito sa kanya.

She threw her head back and whimpered as his fingers rubbed her sex. Her thighs parted wider, and her hips rolled rhythmically in time with his hand. Thank Heavens the windows were tinted, or she might be giving a free show to bystanders.

He pressed the heel of his palm against her aching clit, and thrust two rough fingers between her swollen folds. Napadaing siya at lalong bumuka ang mga hita niya.

Her fingers dug into the leather seat as his fingers sank deeper inside her. He pressed and rubbed, lighting up the sensitive nerves embedded within the fleshy walls of her cunt. Her muscles rippled around his fingers, and more cream flowed from her sex.

"Evan..."

"F*ck."

His fingers curled, and he ground his palm against the throbbing bundle of nerves above her opening.