My Billionaire Husband

It was a birthday party that Tristan took Kate to. The birthday person host was a 70-year-old man who helped Tristan when he first started out in business. He was an out-going and jovial man who had friends of various social statuses.

The party was lively, boisterous, and merry.

When Tristan and Kate greeted him, his bright and piercing eyes scanned Kate and nodded in approval, "What a pretty girl! Tristan, I see why you turned up your nose at my daughter."

Tristan laughed, "Your daughter rejected me."

The old man laughed and shook his head, "Don't you fool me. I will not force you."

The dining hall was as huge as a restaurant with ultra-luxurious decoration. Over two dozen tables were placed there, and Kate sat with the female guests at one table.

Tristan was at the table with the host and was drinking. Surprisingly one of the female guests was someone she knew, the foe who had almost thrown her into the sea. Apparently, she was an expert in socializing. She was engaging in conversations with many people and entertaining them with her witty remarks and charming smiles.

One or two people tried to talk to Kate, but only with flattering or prying intentions. Kate didn't like them. She didn't think she needed to make friends with these people. So she walked around the house.

Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k was an interesting person. He had a mini aquarium in his house. Kate stood in front of a row of very large fish tanks, observing the rare and strange-looking fish. She put her fingers on the glass, and a few small redfish swam over in curiosity.

A voice from behind her sounded, "This fish has an average life of seventy years. Some even live up to two hundred years…"

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The man continued, "It is always kept as a pet because of the auspicious sign. Somebody called it a fortune fish or a wish fish."

Kate startled, "Wish?"

"Yes. People make wishes to it."

"Does it work?"

The man chuckled, "You can try it yourself."

Of course, it is a superstition, but why not try it, in case it might work?

So after the man walked away to see the other collections of Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k, Kate crossed her fingers and faced the fish tank, prayed, "Dear fish god, please help me get rid of…"

"What are you doing here?" A voice sounded from behind her.

Kate frowned and added the words "Tristan" hurriedly.

Tristan left the table to answer a call earlier. He went to the hallway, and after he listened for a few seconds, he scowled, "Searching in that place? What a stubborn guy."

The caller asked him what to do next, and he asked him instead, "What do you think?"

After he finished the call, Tristan was in no mood to get back to the conversation with the guests in the dining hall, so he walked out to the yard.

The spring evening was cool, and there was a soft and pleasant breeze. The vast yard had a lawn surrounded by trees. There were some shadows moving to and fro. Everything looked surreal.

The air in this suburban area was fresh. Looking up at the sky, many stars were visible, like gems in dark velvet. It was beautiful, but Tristan felt the dome was like a big dark mouth that might swallow him and his world up.

Tristan drew back his attention and thought of Kate. He turned to find her. He walked around the house but could not find her.

On the contrary, he met Jessie's sorrowful and resentful eyes. She wore a black dress and looked pale and gaunt. He nodded to her slightly and walked to the stairway.

As soon as Tristan got to the second floor, he saw the person he was looking for. Kate's red dress was outstanding, and he saw a man in the same room too.

This familiar scene made Tristan displeased.

That man happened to turn to Kate, and Kate turned back at his call. They looked at each other, and her big eyes blinked as her eyelashes trembled.

Tristan said, "Hi, Owen. Long time no see."

Tristan thought himself an open-minded person, but today he felt a little regret for bringing Kate here.

He held Kate's hand and left. Kate turned back to the fish tank, winked at the fish, and said in his heart, "Look clear. I mean this man."

One or two people passed by the corridor occasionally. Kate was dragged by Tristan and staggered along. They went to a door, he opened it, pulled her in, and closed the door behind them.

Kate was about to speak; he pushed her to the door and bent down to kiss her.

In the darkness, he savaged her lips and tongue for a while, and then he let her go. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and snapped, "Are you crazy?"

Tristan fumbled and reached the switch of the light. He switched it on, and the room was lighted. He looked around. It was a small room with only a piano inside. It was the one that Mr. Hitchc.o.c.k's grandson was learning piano with.

His attention went back to Kate's blushing face. He touched her lips with messed lipsticks and smiled, "Crazy? You are ignorant."

After that, Tristan switched off the light again, and they returned to the darkness. 

A sense of foreboding rose in Kate's heart. "What are you doing?"

With a click, the door was locked. And she heard him say the vulgar word in her ear. She was ashamed and shocked, "Are you crazy. This is another person's house."

Tristan pressed her tightly to the door, and his hand reached down to her lower body. He said with temptation in a low voice, "It is more exciting to do it in other people's houses."

This madman drove Kate crazy.

She could not do this in other people's houses. She pushed him away with all her strength, scratching him and pinching him, but she could not stop him from putting one of his legs between her legs and reaching his hand to her crotch and her b.u.t.t.

The two people were fighting silently in the darkness. As Kate's head was against the door, she was s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to the sound outside. When she heard footsteps outside, she had to stop.

This gave the madman a chance to grab her hands and keep her under control. His left hand easily pinned her hands to the door above her head.

Then he started the all-sided attack. His mouth moved along her mouth to her neck and her ears and teased her with his tongue.

His right hand was rubbing and kneading her s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e parts outside her stockings and underpants audaciously and lasciviously. She was sorry that her body was not much under her control.

After being touched with the familiar technique and rhythm, it was like reacting to the calling of some force; she gradually responded to it and pushed her to extreme embarrassment.

Feeling the fabric soaked with moisture, Tristan's evil fingers tried to poke through. The contact with this substance brought strange stimulation, and Kate bit her lips to mute her cries.

Because the obstacle affected the feeling in his hand, he tried to break the stocking with his fingernail. Kate had to protest, "Don't do this."

He said in her ear, "Then what do you want?" At the same time, he used his already erected lower part to bump her. Tristan had turned into a beast, wildly immersed in his d.e.s.i.r.e. Kate had to compromise, "You can just strip it."

However, the stocking of excellent quality was broken, and his cunning hand went into it like a flexible fish and found its way along the edge of her underpants, and slipped into her groove.

She gave out a suppressed m.o.a.n from her throat. Her lips had pressed against each other tightly, but it could not stop the sound of her m.o.a.ns from coming out.

His two fingers went in and out wantonly. After a short moment of pain, the d.e.s.i.r.e in her body started to surge up. When the intruder departed, a stream of spring followed it out.

He raised his hand to her face. In the darkness, she could still see the shining of the moisture. He said wickedly, "Still have someone in your heart?"

She turned aside with embarrassment.

He thought his torture and humiliation were not enough. His fingers went in again, turned inside her, expanded her, and rubbed her quickest part, and asked, "Have or have not? Somebody else in your heart?"

"Don't want to say?"

He went into the deepest part and touched that point, and Kate opened her mouth, her toes trembling. She predicted something would happen. She lifted her body and tiptoed, breathing heavily, and said in disconnected syllables, "No…no one else."

Then she heard the sound of unzipping. 

The beast was out, bouncing and leaping fiercely. It hit on her nerves and shocked her.

Without suspense, the bloodshot beast advanced into the wet back-land by the leading of its master. When it filled her up, Kate felt relieved. She had been on tenterhooks, and after struggling for so long, Tristan got what he wanted.

However, for Tristan, it was just a beginning.

And she soon had a new round of fear, nervousness, rage, and shame.

The door was bumped with thuds. A person with little experience could guess what was happening inside if he walked past the door. Kate had to use her own body to alleviate the bumps on the door. In this way, she made her presence felt more thoroughly during the assault.

Tristan still had not gotten his satisfaction after a few dozen attacks. He lifted her right leg and let them cling to his waist so that he could get deeper into her and had more abrasion on her skin.

Kate held her breath when there were footsteps outside again. This time there was talking too. And the voices of the two persons sounded familiar.

"You still haven't given up?"

"So do you."

"I talked with that girl just now. It is pretty special…"

The heels seemed to stop. The two persons inside held their breath. And they heard the lady said with sarcasm, "So you are tempted by her too? In what way is she special?"

The man said slowly, "Special…in being too naïve."