Chapter 6 Bringing Her Red Lips Close to His Ear
Emily threw her head back, laughing playfully as she looked at him. "Why don't you see for yourself? Let's find a quiet spot, and whatever you want to see, I'll show you. Sound good?"
The guy tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Besides this flower, I want to see the 'flower' between your legs. Is that cool?"
Emily tilted her head back, smiling at his masked face. "I already said, whatever you want to see, I'll show you, including that."
"Straight to the point!" the guy said loudly, then turned to the others in the ballroom. "I've got the place booked for tonight. Everyone, have fun. I'm taking this beauty with me."
When James showed up, he saw Emily flirting with the guy.
Even though Emily was wearing a fox mask, he had been married to her for five years. He knew her well, even if he didn't love her.
He recognized her instantly, the scantily clad, curvy woman was Emily.
She was his wife, yet she was leaning against another man, about to leave with him.
The business partner who came with him looked at Emily under the spotlight, then at James, and was about to say something when he noticed James was gone.
"Where did he go?" the partner asked.
The next second, there was one more person under the spotlight.
The ballroom went silent for a moment, but soon someone recognized the new arrival. "Isn't that James, the president of the Smith Group? The guy this woman just said she'd never sleep with?"
"James? James actually showed up."
Under the spotlight, Emily looked at the large hand gripping her wrist, momentarily stunned.
The guy in the sun mask was clearly annoyed. "Mr. Smith, this lovely lady already agreed to spend the night with me. You can't just take her away. If you really like her, you can wait until tomorrow."
James didn't even look at him. He pried the guy's hand off Emily's waist and dragged her out of the ballroom.
James was a regular at the Galaxy Club. After a few turns, he arrived at a room.
James kicked the door open and yanked Emily inside.
The next moment, Emily was pinned against the door by James' body, and the door slammed shut.
Emily looked at James, who was pressing against her, and her nose suddenly felt tingly.
After getting married, she had imagined countless times being this close to James. She didn't even mind if he was more domineering, crazily possessing her.
Sadly, James never did this during their marriage. Just as she was ready to leave, he wanted it.
In the past, she had longed for such a situation.
Now, she didn't need it anymore.
Emily dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down, then curled her red lips and looked seductively at James. "Mr. Smith, I promised to spend this beautiful night with him. Isn't it unreasonable for you to suddenly take me away from his arms?"
She still had the mask on her face, unsure if James had recognized her.
But no matter what, she decided to pretend for now.
She didn't want to face him as 'Emily' at the moment.
James didn't speak, glaring at her with a face full of anger.
"Mr. Smith, if you really like me and want to make love to me, you can wait until tomorrow. Okay? I can't break my promise."
As she spoke, Emily lifted her manicured finger and lightly traced his chest with her diamond-studded nail, her expression indescribably alluring.
"Emily!" James couldn't hold back any longer. He reached up and yanked the mask off her face.
He pulled so hard that the elastic band holding the mask snapped, hitting her face and causing some pain.
Emily's expression changed.
He had recognized her.
Before Emily could figure out how to deal with James in this situation, his cold fingers landed on the flower tattoo.
"What is this? Who tattooed it for you? A man or a woman?" James' fingers slid down her cleavage, encountering the strap in the way, and he tore it open with one hand.
The torn strap immediately fell to the sides, and her previously constrained large breasts bounced in front of James.
The Spider Lily tattoo on her breasts seemed to come alive with the movement, as if saying to the person in front of her, "Do I look good? Come and pick me up."
It indeed looked beautiful.
But such a flower was only beautiful when seen by himself. If another man saw it, it would be unbearable.
Thinking that this had already happened once, no, not knowing how many times it had happened, James felt nothing but anger in his chest.
He pressed his body closer, his cold fingers gripping Emily's chin, forcing her to lift her face.
His words came out through gritted teeth. "Tell me, who tattooed it for you, a man or a woman?"
Emily was almost suffocating under James' pressure, her chin feeling like it was about to be dislocated. But seeing his angry expression, she suddenly felt a surge of pleasure.
Could he get angry too?
Could he feel pain too?
She had thought she was the only one suffering in this marriage.
Emily looked at him and laughed.
She was wearing several-inch high heels, making her quite tall, but facing the still taller James, she stood on tiptoe, smiling as she brought her red lips to his ear. "It was a man with an eight-pack. I stood naked in front of him, and he touched my breasts, squeezed my legs, and said the skin on my breasts was the best for tattooing this Spider Lily. You think it looks good too, don't you?"
Emily thought, 'James, this is the flower of death that bloomed from my love for you. I use this flower to remind myself that my love for you is dead constantly.'
But James' focus was not on Spider Lily was a flower of death that bloomed in hell.
What he cared about was her saying: It was a man with an eight-pack. She stood naked in front of him.
How did she know the man had an eight-pack? Did the man also strip in front of her? Why did she let a man tattooing her strip in front of her?
Even if she had to tattoo a flower on her breasts, she only needed to remove the clothes around her breasts. Why did she strip completely?
Why did he have to touch her?
Did tattooing require touching?
How did the man touch her? Besides touching her breasts and legs, where else did he touch?
What part of her legs did he touch?
Did he touch the inner thighs?
If he did, what else?
Did the man just touch her? Did he do anything else?
Did he insert his penis?
What did they do while both were naked?
If Emily really let the man make love to her, how long did they make love?
What positions did they use?
The more James thought about it, the more desperate he felt.
His hand gripping Emily's chin tightened, while the other hand moved down, grabbing her buttocks, squeezing hard, and pressing her against his crotch.