"My God, that looks like it hurts," Emilia said as she looked at my lower lip.
Aria continued moving her fingers on my thighs, completely unaware of the charged tension between her mother and .
Emilia stood close now, her eyes flicking between my face and the obvious bulge in my pants that she had been holding just minutes ago.
The mory of her soft hand wrapped around my cock, and my fingers sliding into her wet pussy in the darkness, hung heavy in the air between us.
I reached out and placed my hand over Aria’s, the one that was resting on my thigh, gently interlacing our fingers. "It’s okay," I said, my voice calm and reassuring. "Aria really made the pain go away."
"Yeah, Mom, it’s okay now," Aria added quickly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she smiled up at . "No need to call the doctor."
Lady Emilia stood a few feet away, her posture still composed but her eyes betraying her. "If you say so," she replied, her tone asured and polite.
Yet her gaze kept drifting downward, lingering for a brief second on the obvious bulge in my pants before she forced it back up to my face.
She was clearly still processing everything that had happened in the darkness just minutes ago, how her hand had been wrapped around my thick, hard cock, how my fingers had slid into her wet pussy, and how close we had co to crossing a dangerous line.
She was scared to hold my massive cock at first in the dark, of course she would be.
Lady Emilia was the picture of a prim and proper MILF, elegant, sophisticated, and refined in every way, with the poised deanor of a woman who had spent her life in high society, surrounded by luxury and decorum.
She didn’t look like the kind of woman who had ever experienced any roughness on her juicy, thick body, her figure was full and voluptuous, with heavy breasts, a soft waist, and wide, fertile hips that spoke of hidden sensuality, but her appearance suggested she had always been handled with care, never truly ravished or claid in a raw, animalistic way.
The more I looked at her curves, the harder it beca to think about anything else. My cock twitched visibly in my pants, still hard from the earlier encounter in the dark.
"Let’s go, Alex. We should enjoy the party," Aria said, standing up from bed with a bright smile. She straightened her pink dress.
"Yeah, let’s go," I replied, standing up beside her and adjusting my suit jacket to hide the lingering bulge. I gave Lady Emilia a polite nod, trying to act normal despite the charged tension between us.
Emilia didn’t say anything more. She simply watched us leave, her eyes following with a complex mix of shock, lingering arousal, and quiet disapproval.
Aria and I walked out of the room and back toward the grand staircase that led down to the main hall. She slipped her arm through mine with effortless grace, holding onto like we were the alpha couple of the night.
Many guests turned their heads as we made our way down. Whispers rippled through the crowd like a wave. We looked perfect together, in my sharp charcoal grey suit, tall and composed, and Aria in her stunning pink dress, elegant and glowing like a princess.
So rich guys, entitled types who had probably been hoping to marry into her family, stared at us with open envy, their jaws tight and eyes narrowed.
Others whispered behind their champagne flutes, the rumors from the garden fight with Fabian already spreading like wildfire through the elite circle.
"Let’s drink sothing, Alex," Aria said with a bright smile, gently tugging toward the luxurious bar set up in one corner of the grand hall.
She moved ahead slightly to speak with the bartender, ordering so special drink for us.
I stood back for a mont, taking in the opulent scene around . The mansion’s main hall was alive with soft music, glittering chandeliers, and elegantly dressed guests laughing and mingling.
But I could feel the eyes on .
Then my gaze landed on a guy lounging on a luxurious sofa near the bar, a low glass table set at the center of the seating area, surrounded by couches on all sides.
He was being too loud, barking his opinions with exaggerated confidence, clearly drunk on both alcohol and his own ego. A group of attractive girls surrounded him on every side, laughing exaggeratedly at everything he said, stroking his ego like it was their full-ti job.
I moved to take a proper look at his face, and I realized it was the sa douchebag from the beach, the arrogant prick who had tried to buy Brittany and Gloria with his money and flashy attitude. It was the sa motherfucker.
As I was looking at him, he looked back at and stood up imdiately, his face twisting with instant recognition and rage.
"What the hell are you doing here, peasant?" he said loudly, walking straight toward with his paid harem, just like on the beach.
Aria ca to my side at that exact mont, holding two elegant glasses of drinks. She stepped in smoothly, her voice calm but carrying a clear edge of authority. "Reggie, is that a way to talk to a guest? Just take your girls to the other bar."
"Wait... you know this motherfucker?" I asked Aria, genuinely surprised. It seed like they knew each other very well.
Aria looked at , clearly confused as to why I had asked that question. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was about to say sothing when —
"Alex?"
The voice cut through the noise of the banquet hall. I was genuinely surprised, soone here actually knew my na. I turned toward the source of the voice.
It was Olivia.
She stood a short distance away, looking stunning in a grey dress with thin straps that matched her hair, hugging her mature, curvaceous figure.
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