CHAPTER 202: WATCHED

Kiara watched, her smirk widening, her icy-blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Her fingers brushed her own lips, as if savoring the scene, her presence a silent spark that fueled the fire between them.

Lor kissed down Olivia’s jaw, trailing heat along her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin until her back arched, pressing her chest into his hand, her breath catching in soft, needy gasps.

"L-Lor..." Her voice cracked, torn between protest and plea, her hands lifting hesitantly to grip his shoulders, unsure whether to push or pull.

He hushed her with another kiss, deeper, leaving her panting when he drew back.

His hand slid lower, past her navel, hooking into the waistband of her charcoal-gray pants.

He tugged them down slowly, the fabric clinging to her curvy hips, the rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet room.

Olivia whimpered, her face burning as cool air kissed her thighs, her hips lifting instinctively to help him peel the pants off, leaving them discarded on the floor.

Her black panties clung to her, damp and tight, outlining her mound with a faint sheen of arousal.

Lor’s eyes flicked down, his grin darkening as he traced the edge of the fabric with a finger, teasing the outline, making her thighs tremble and press together.

Olivia bit her lip hard, her pride warring with the heat pooling low in her belly.

When Lor tugged at her panties, sliding them down inch by inch, her breath hitched, her heart pounding as the fabric brushed her sensitive skin, leaving her bare.

Kiara stepped closer, her presence a warm shadow, her fingers grazing Lor’s shoulder as she leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper.

"She’s hot and sexy like this, isn’t she?" Her words were for Lor, but her eyes locked on Olivia, daring her to react.

Olivia’s chest rose sharply, her lips parting, her hazel eyes glazed with heat despite the defiance in her furrowed brows.

Lor leaned in, kissing her hungrily, his hands groping her curves, sliding over her bare hips, palming her ass, and squeezing firmly.

She moaned into his mouth, her thighs trembling as she clung to him, the taste of his kiss and the heat of his touch drowning her pride in a haze of desire.

Kiara’s fingers lingered on Lor’s shoulder, her smirk a silent encouragement, her presence amplifying the fire between them.

Lor pulled back just far enough to look at Olivia—flushed, breathless, her body bare save for her bra, her hazel eyes shimmering with reluctant need.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice low, sincere, cutting through the haze.

Her chest rose sharply, her lips parting.

For once, Olivia had no retort.

She moaned into his mouth, her thighs trembling as she clung to him, the taste of his kiss and the heat of his touch drowning her pride in a haze of desire.

Lor pulled back satisfied after her surrender.

Olivia’s breath still came in short, ragged bursts from the kiss, her blouse hanging off her shoulders, pants and panties pooled useless at her knees.

Her hazel eyes flickered between Lor and the scuffed wooden floor, avoiding his gaze as if it might burn her alive.

Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, her short bob clinging to her neck, damp with sweat, her chest heaving with short, ragged breaths.

Lor stood before her, his chest rising slow and steady, his grin widening as his thumb traced a lazy circle over her bare hip, the touch sparking heat against her trembling skin.

"Still with me?" he asked, his voice soft, teasing, his hazel eyes glinting with quiet triumph.

Olivia tried to scoff, to wrap her dignity around her like armor, but it came out as a stuttered breath, her lips trembling.

"D-Don’t flatter yourself," she muttered, her voice frail, betraying the pulse of need still throbbing through her.

A soft laugh rose behind her, warm and wicked.

"She’s with you, Lor," Kiara said smoothly, her voice a velvet taunt. "Even if she doesn’t want to admit it."

Olivia whipped her head towards her, hazel eyes blazing.

"You—!"

Kiara’s gaze dropped, slow and pointed, to the bulge straining against Lor’s trousers, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Should I?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr, as if Lor might dare to say no.

Lor swallowed, his throat tight with anticipation, his cock twitching at the promise in her tone.

"...Yes," he said, his voice low, rough with need.

Kiara knelt with effortless grace, her fingers moving to his trousers with slow, practiced ease, unbuttoning them with a tantalizing slowness that made the air heavier.

Olivia stared, aghast, her breath catching as if the floor had tilted beneath her.

"You can’t—what are you—this is my..."

Her protest cut off in a strangled gasp when Lor leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing her words.

Kiara’s hand slipped inside Lor’s trousers, pulling his cock free, thick and throbbing, already slick with anticipation.

The slick stroke of her palm against him echoed in the quiet room, a soft, obscene rhythm that made Olivia’s thighs clench involuntarily, her body betraying her with a pulse of heat.

Lor kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her muffled noises as his hands roamed her half-bared body.

His fingers squeezed her ass, kneading the soft flesh until she whimpered into his mouth, her hips twitching despite her pride.

Below, Kiara worked him with calm expertise, her strokes slow at first, then faster, her fingers gliding over his shaft with a slick ease that made him groan into Olivia’s kiss.

The vibration shuddered through both of them, and when Kiara bent down, sliding her lips over the head of his cock, Lor’s groan deepened, his hips twitching against her mouth.

Olivia’s hazel eyes went wide, the sound hitting her like a physical wave, her chest tightening as she broke the kiss, gasping.

"Kiara—" Lor breathed, his voice rough, his hands gripping Olivia’s ass tighter and spreading them apart as Kiara’s lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowing with slow, savoring pulls.