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As memories of what those thick fingers had done last night flooded back, her face suddenly flushed with heat.
“……Of course it hurts a little when you touch it like that.”
“Is it only hurting?”
The man, who had been quietly rubbing her wrist with his thumb, glanced at her with a slanted smile.
Rose looked down at her wrist instead of answering, feeling as though his gaze had read her inner thoughts.
“I heard Mr. Davis came to visit a few days ago.”
He asked, still not letting go of her hand.
“What did they say?”
“Nothing much. Just checking in.”
Ray let out a sound that bordered on a scoff.
“……You aren't listening to a word I say.”
The large hand gripping her wrist tightened, though not enough to cause pain.
“I told you not to hide things from me. No matter what it is.”
Rose swallowed hard with tension, remembering vividly the situation the last time he had said those words.
“Because if I tell you, it would be like spitting in my own face,” Rose murmured in a whisper.
“If I relayed everything my father says haphazardly, I’d be the only one feeling embarrassed……”
“Is there anything left to be embarrassed about between us?”
She could no longer pretend not to understand the implication hidden in his low voice.
Just as she parted her lips, feeling the need to say something to break this tension, the large hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in.
Leaning his body toward Rose, the man’s lips roughly devoured hers, pushing his tongue inside. His movements were urgent, as if he had been eyeing this moment with predatory intent.
Since this wasn't their first time, their tongues entwined naturally.
Before she knew it, one of Ray's hands had wrapped around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible.
She could feel something hard and erect pressing against her from his body.
Startled by the hand that ventured boldly under her skirt, Rose bit his tongue, and only then did he pull back for a moment.
An unfamiliar face was staring at her.
His persistent and burning gaze held nothing but desire. He looked like a man who had completely lost his reason.
Her lower half tightened at that almost menacing expression.
“Not here……”
“No one is coming in.”
Ray muttered in a husky voice and lunged at her again to kiss her.
She couldn't believe it.
Wasn't this more than just a matter of who might walk in? He was the man who had lectured her, saying that etiquette isn't something you only maintain when others are watching.
And yet, here he was, starting this in a place that wasn't the bedroom.
He didn't seem like the man she knew.
Kicking the chair aside, the man lifted Rose up and sat her atop the keyboard. The piano emitted a sharp, jarring sound.
“Nngh.”
Rose wrapped her arms around Ray's neck and let out a moan as his tongue pushed deep inside.
His cold fingers had already invaded her underwear, quickly finding and stimulating her clitoris. As the cool sensation touched the sensitive area, Rose twisted her body, letting out a series of moans.
A stimulation that couldn't be described simply as 'pleasure' surged through her every time his fingers ruthlessly rubbed the peak.
The room was filled with the sound of her cries blending with the crashing notes of the keys.
Her face burned as she felt herself becoming wet. The more he touched her drenched center, the more her sense of space vanished. She stopped caring where they were.
“This is the first time I've seen you enjoy something this much.”
The man, whose fingers were undoubtedly coated in her fluids, whispered mischievously.
Even the ear where his breath touched felt hot.
“You don't seem embarrassed at all.”
As a finger suddenly pushed inside, Rose, unable to bear it, buried her face in his broad shoulder.
“Ah, ugh.”
She tried to hold it back, but there was no other way once those thick fingers entered her drenched opening and began to thrust.
“Stop, ah, stop……!”
As Rose unconsciously moved her hips, craving more pleasure, a sharp dissonance scraped against her ears. Only then did she regain a flicker of consciousness.
“The keys……”
“Ah, is water not supposed to touch the piano?”
The man, who had now inserted a second finger, muttered.
“It's fine. Just don't spill.”
Rose lifted her head and glared at Ray, his voice clearly teasing. Unbothered by her gaze, he lightly kissed her lips before returning to ravage her below.
“You can hold it in.”
“Hng, no, I can't.”
Feeling the urge to release, Rose clung to Ray's neck in fear. Although she was wearing a dress, she was genuinely worried that something might actually touch the keys.
The sound of his fingers squelching in the moisture was that intense. It felt like a blessing that the chaotic piano sounds were masking it.
As his thumb leisurely rubbed the peak, an overwhelming pleasure crashed over her.
At the same moment fluid surged from her, Rose bit the man's shoulder to stifle the scream erupting from her throat. His broad frame didn't even flinch, as if it didn't hurt.
Wet fingers lifted the face of the panting Rose.
Rose tried to avoid his gaze, fearing she looked ridiculous after her climax, but the man remained steadfast.
“You're beautiful right now, so don't hide it.”
Did this man…… just call her beautiful?
Rose doubted her own ears.
The man who said such things so casually every time they slept together was strange.
“You've probably heard it many times, so why are you so surprised?”
As if her reaction amused him, he gripped her chin and scrutinized her face thoroughly.
“That's what other people say……. I just didn't know you thought so.”
“I have eyes and a sense of judgment.”
His tone was more like stating an objective observation than a subjective opinion. His speech was clean, unlike the man who had been touching and teasing her so sloppily until a moment ago.
If it weren't for his member, standing thick and asserting its presence inside his trousers, she might have doubted that he was even aroused.
Noticing her gaze, Ray lifted Rose off the piano and turned her around.
“You seemed too worried about the keys. We can't have water getting in.”
The man laughed, burying his lips in the nape of her neck.
Crazy man, Rose muttered to herself.
What difference did this make? Her hands would just press the keys randomly now.
But the crazier part was that she had no intention of stopping him.
She hadn't realized before that pleasure could paralyze a person's mind to this extent. With the excuse of being married, she simply wanted to surrender her entire body to this sensation and forget everything.
Through the large window, she could see the sky turning gold with the sunset. The sun hadn't fully set yet.
Her brief, leisurely contemplation was brutally cut short as a large hand approached from behind and began to touch her breasts. Before she knew it, the top of her dress had been pushed down, leaving her breasts fully exposed.
As the orange sunlight illuminated her quickly reddening flesh, Rose closed her eyes.
It was difficult to watch her breasts being kneaded haphazardly by thick fingers, and it was equally hard to stifle the moans that threatened to burst out every time his fingertips brushed her nipples.
“You're still wet.”
However, she gasped involuntarily when she felt his member touch her.
As a heavy size, entirely different from his fingers, forced open the entrance and entered, Rose's upper body collapsed against the piano, creating a dull thud of keys.
“Put some strength into it.”
Ray commanded in a strained voice.
“Relax.”
But his voice simply passed through her ears.
With one hand rubbing her clitoris, she felt as if she were losing her mind. Her senses had already reached their limit just from the way he handled her breasts.
The moment Rose's hand slid and pressed the keys again, his hard member sliced through the wet inner walls. It felt strange how the man's hot temperature was felt so vividly through her most intimate depths.
With a low curse, Ray began to move his hips.
Every time her body swayed, the piano let out a hideous noise, and Rose now let out moans that sounded like sobbing atop the keys.
The fingers that had been twisting her nipples entered her open mouth and began to stir inside; along with a mangled moan, saliva dripped down her chin.
“Nngh.”
The man, leaning against her back, was now biting her ear. As he slammed into her hard once more, Rose trembled and pressed down on the keys.
“You play so well, even like this.”
A low chuckle sounded above her head.
“It sounds good. Make more of it.”
Despite his words, the finger probing her mouth gave her no room to breathe.
His other hand had already moved down, rubbing her clitoris as if teasing her.
Even though Rose knew how she must look from behind, she couldn't stop her hips from bucking.
As if she wanted more.
“Ah. Ray, Ray……”
As she unconsciously spat out the finger and repeatedly called the man's name, his movements suddenly became rougher.
As if the previous movements had been mere consideration, the strength with which the man gripped Rose's pelvis and hammered into her changed. The thrusts continued ruthlessly, so much so that her moans couldn't even stretch out.
The dull thumping sound merged with the terrible piano noise to create a cacophony.
“Ah, hng, too……”
She couldn't even speak properly.
“Too, fast.”
She felt like she was losing her mind. Perhaps she already had.
As the speed of the thrusting increased, her moans grew louder. The surging pleasure was now almost painful.
Rough breath hit her ear, and immediately after, a large hand covered her mouth.
Along with the loud noise of the piano, a hot liquid poured over her buttocks.
In the room that had grown dark as the sun completely set, Rose, having reached her climax, closed her eyes helplessly.
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