Chapter 95.2

Chapter 95.2

After a moment’s thought, André climbed into the sedan and gave Enzo his instructions.

[Stop at the Lafayette residence first, then head to Columbus Circle.]

The staff bustled in confusion at André’s sudden, unannounced arrival.

[There’s no need to prepare dinner. I came only to take care of something, so make sure no one disturbs me.]

He gave the order to a maid he spotted and quickly made his way to the study.

After locking the door behind him, André stood before the second-to-last bookcase. He placed his hand on a red leather-bound volume on the fifth shelf from the bottom and pulled it at an angle. With a creak, the entire case swung open like a door, revealing a hidden space.

It was the Lafayette family’s secret vault. On the shelves lay important documents, heirlooms, and works of art, while the large safe in the corner held gold bars, cash, and jewels.

André spun the intricate combination lock, turned the star-shaped handle several times, and slowly swung the heavy door open. From the third shelf inside, he drew out a massive jewel box and set it on the counter.

Inside were treasures to rival a pirate’s chest: the smaller, more practical pieces from the family collections.

He selected a handful of items that weren’t too ostentatious, stuffing them into his jacket pockets like a petty thief. The metals clinked softly together.

If Miran didn’t like the necklace he’d chosen, he would let her pick something from these instead. Surely one of them would please her.

As he shut the jewel box and slid it back into the safe, he hesitated. After a moment’s pause, he pulled it out again, removed every small partitioned drawer, and finally uncovered a tiny case hidden deep in the last one. Opening it to check the contents, he slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

He locked the safe, swung the bookcase shut, and glanced at his watch. Already half past seven. Miran would be waiting for him.

For the past several nights he had come home so late that he could only watch her sleep. Tonight, the moment he saw her, he wanted to strip her bare and lay her on the bed, clasp the necklace around her throat.

From head to toe, he wanted everything she wore and carried to be his. He knew it was a base, possessive hunger, but it was far too late to care.

Leaving the study, he stepped into the elevator and ordered Ramon,

[Full speed.]

[Yes, sir!]

With a lopsided salute at the brim of his cap, Ramon beamed.

[Full speed ahead!]

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Friday night. Almost eight o’clock by the time André got home, he scooped Miran up the instant he saw her opening the door in his shirt.

“…Again?”

This time they didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment he set her down on the living room sofa, André tugged the shirt and underwear off her with urgent hands.

“W–wait, what…?”

Miran, stripped bare on the heavy leather sofa, clamped her legs together and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Coming home and not even saying hello, what is this…”

“Hello.”

He tossed his jacket aside, coins or metal clinking inside, then yanked his tie loose in one swift motion and leaned over her.

He didn’t come at her rough enough to draw complaint. Instead, he devoured her piece by piece, lips and tongue roaming, sucking and licking until she was writhing with impatience.

“Why… why won’t you use your hands?”

He was nibbling at her peak when he murmured without lifting his mouth,

“After I wash them.”

Miran pushed at his face, twisting her body. Her nipples, teased so long, had grown unbearably sensitive.

“Ugh—just go wash them, then.”

His mouth slid down to her navel.

“Can’t wait that long.”

“I can’t wait either. André, please…”

Her hips arched as she clutched at his shoulders. André gave a quick, amused smile before finally lowering his head between her thighs. He already knew the exact ways to touch and taste her, wasting no time.

Miran convulsed in pleasure, climaxing in seconds. As she trembled, he tugged open his trousers, spread her legs wide, and seized her hips to pull her against him.