Chapter 12: THE DISGUSTING MOANS

Two hours had passed since the knock on the door from Soraya was heard. The atmosphere inside the master bedroom of the Stevens family had sunk into a heavy silence, leaving only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock.

On the spacious king-size bed, Ravelle lay with her back to Kyle, facing the large window that revealed the Manhattan night sky. Her eyes were wide open, clear, and ice-cold, staring straight into the darkness. On the dressing table a few meters from the bed, the daily cup of chamomile tea brought by Soraya earlier was still cooling completely, completely untouched by a single drop.

Ravelle had never drunk it. She was merely waiting with her breathing regulated constantly, faking the body rhythm of someone who had fallen fast asleep into the dream world due to the influence of a high-dose sleeping pill.

When the clock hands pointed exactly to two in the morning, the sound of the connecting door hinges creaking softly was heard. Footsteps that were very light and barefoot moved closer to the side of the bed.

It was Jessica. Confident that the sleeping pill inside the tea had knocked out the lady of the house's consciousness as usual, the secretary entered without any burden. She was no longer wearing her formal attire, but rather a piece of black silk pajamas that was very sexy and thin, clearly showing the curves of her body under the minimal light of the deliberately dimmed night lamp.

Kyle, who had not been able to close his eyes earlier due to the lingering annoyance from Ravelle's rejection, immediately turned his head when he felt the movement on the side of the bed.

"Jess?" Kyle whispered, his voice hoarse, his eyes briefly glancing at Ravelle's stiff back next to him.

"Shh..." Jessica placed one of her fingers on her lips, staring at Kyle's face with eyes gleaming with a demanding passion. "She is already sleeping very soundly, Mr. Kyle. The effect of the tea always works well."

Without wasting any time, Jessica crawled up onto the bed with a very bold movement. She directly straddled Kyle's body, sitting right on top of the man's stomach, right next to Ravelle's body who was pretending to be fast asleep. The hem of Jessica's silk pajamas parted, bringing their skin into direct contact. The woman lowered her head, attacking Kyle's neck with ravenous, wet kisses.

"Ah..." Kyle groaned low, his pair of muscular arms immediately wrapping around Jessica's waist, squeezing the flesh there roughly. "You... always know how to turn me on, Jess."

"Mr. Kyle is annoyed, hm?" Jessica whispered in between her activities of licking Kyle's jaw, her voice intentionally made into a sickening, pampered moan. "This stupid woman next to you rejected you, right? Let me replace her tonight."

Only tens of centimeters away beside them, Ravelle clenched both of her hands under the thick blanket. Her fingers gripped the bedsheet fabric so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her teeth chattered, holding back a wave of disgust that suddenly rose to her throat.

*Damn it... So this is how you two have been playing all this time?* Ravelle cursed in her heart.

Her chest surged violently, not because of jealousy—since her love for Kyle had died completely since this afternoon—but because of an utterly extraordinary humiliation. Every time Jessica stayed overnight at this house under the pretext of work, they ternyata (it turned out they) always made love on top of this bed, right next to her! They gave her sleeping pills, letting her lose consciousness like a corpse on the side of the bed, while on the other side, her husband and his secretary satisfied each other's lust disgustingly.

Under the same blanket, Jessica moved downward. With a very well-practiced movement, she lowered the cloth pants worn by Kyle, took out her husband's manhood, then directly put it into her mouth without hesitation.

"Ah... *shh*... Jess... you really know how to please a man," Kyle groaned with his eyes tightly closed, his fingers squeezing Jessica's hair, pushing the woman's head to move deeper. A thin sweat began to coat the billionaire's forehead, forgetting all of his dignity as an honorable businessman out there.

Jessica looked up briefly, giving a seductive gaze behind her messy strands of hair, before returning to continue her wild service. Every sucking and slurping sound that echoed inside the quiet bedroom sounded like a harsh slap to Ravelle's pride. She had to hold her breath repeatedly so as not to explode and tear apart the two people beside her right now.

It only took a few minutes until Kyle was no longer able to contain the turmoil burning the lower part of his stomach. His passion had already exploded at the crown of his head. With one rough jerking motion, Kyle grabbed Jessica's shoulders, flipping the woman's body until she was now beneath his pinning stance, shifting their position slightly closer to the center of the bed.

Kyle opened Jessica's thighs wide, positioning himself right between the woman's crotch. Without any remaining gentleness, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his into Jessica's core which was already wet.

"Aaaahhh!" Jessica shrieked softly, her hands gripping Kyle's shoulders. "My husband... you are mean... gently, this hurts a bit, ah!"

Kyle paid no attention to the complaint. He instead accelerated his artificial tempo even more, pounding Jessica's body with a constant and powerful rhythm, making the large bed vibrate softly. While panting, Kyle lowered his face, staring intently downward where their bodies united.

"You are smart at taking care of it, Jess," Kyle hissed, his voice full of primitive animalistic satisfaction. "Even though you have given birth to a child for me, yours still feels very tight... I like it. Really like it!"

"Ah... ah... of course, Kyle... this is all only for you... ah!" Jessica moaned long, arching her back to welcome every strike from Kyle, completely not caring if those sounds could actually be heard by the woman they thought was unconscious next to them.

The disgusting sound of moaning, the sound of wet skin rubbing, and the soft creaking of the marriage bed filled the bedroom atmosphere. Under the dim light, Ravelle kept her eyes tightly closed, pretending to be undisturbed. Her stomach was truly churning. The erotic sounds beside her did not make her cry at all, but rather triggered a feeling of immense disgust, as if she were being forced to lie next to two animals mating in a puddle of mud.

*You two have fun tonight,* Ravelle thought, her cold smile faintly etched on her tightly closed lips. *Moan as loud as you can. Enjoy every second of your illicit union on top of my bed.*

Ravelle maintained her position, letting that disgusting farce take place for the next several tens of minutes until those two people reached the peak of their saturation and shifted to clean themselves up.

For Ravelle, the direct proof tonight was more than enough. Kyle and Jessica had just dug their own graves with their dirty hands, right in front of her awake eyes. Three days from now, this bed, this house, and all the wealth boasted by Kyle Stevens would collapse, and Ravelle would make sure not a single one of them could laugh again after this night ended.