Flash Marriage: In His Eyes Chapter 78: Insatiable

–Livana–

I can move freely when he’s not around—or when he’s asleep.

This mansion may be gorgeous, but I still can’t wait to go ho. To my ho.

I use my walking stick and follow the patterned path Damon made just for . Every step is precise, rehearsed, familiar. I paused when I reached the indoor garden nestled at the center of the mansion. With my fingertips, I traced the smooth glass wall that encased it, walking slowly along its curve.

The structure was vast, and what lay within—breathtaking.

Rare flora blood in silent elegance, untouched and deliberate. A crystal-clear pool shimred beneath the soft light, where white and gold-orange koi glided alongside sleek silver arowanas—graceful, ornantal, and unknowingly captive.

"Liva," Laura’s voice called softly from my left. I turned toward her. She was in her pajamas, yawning, lazily rubbing her belly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Admiring the garden behind the glass," I chuckled softly. "Trying to imagine what’s inside."

"Then I’ll walk you in."

She ca to and gently held my hand, guiding toward the glass door. She punched in a code on the panel, and soon, we were inside the garden.

"Watch your step."

Cobblestones. The scent of earth and petals wrapped around like silk. The gentle splash of the small waterfall over the pond mingled with the sound of rustling leaves. I let the illusion hold—listening, slling, feeling—but I could see everything.

Clearly.

"There’s a bench here," Laura said with a smile in her voice. "And a little picnic spot where you can be with your beloved." She squird slightly, the word ’beloved’ dripping with implication.

"You’re sounding more romantic lately," I smirked as she helped to the bench.

"Yeah, well... he made romantic."

She smiled, gently caressing her belly.

"We were playing, right?" she added teasingly.

"The first one to fall loses."

"Mmhm, and I always lose," she laughed, glowing in a way I could never acknowledge aloud.

Luminous. Soft. Motherhood suits her. But I simply grinned.

"I an..." She reached for my hand, lifting it to her face. "I’m glowing. I’m happier now."

"I’m glad you are," I said softly, gazing toward her cheek.

"I just wish you could see ."

I can see you.

But I won’t say it. Not yet. Not when the ga is still unfolding.

"I’ll be able to see you soon," I replied—part promise, part misdirection.

"But..." she tilted her head, looking away, "Damon seems more... insatiable when it cos to you. I feel like if he had your heart, he’d finally be satisfied."

I smirked.

That’s the plan.

I want him to be insatiable. Obsessive. Consud.

And once I have everything—especially his—in my hands,

I’ll crush him.

I want him to only think of . No one else.

"Let him," I said. "That’s what I want from him."

"Well," she sighed. "He’s still determined to win your heart."

"If he’s that insatiable... he can try soone else." I leaned back, inhaling the scent of the night air and nature around us.

"Liva, don’t be like that. That man is already crazy about you. I don’t think it’s right to keep him that way."

"I know it’s not right," I sighed and closed my eyes. "But I can’t love, Laura. Not when the word betray still exists. Not when traitors still walk the earth."

"You can’t erase that from the world. It’s part of life."

She stood and stretched. "Co on. I’m starving for ran."

"Where’s Damien?"

"He’s been working nonstop, sis. He deserves so sleep."

"Hmm."

I followed her to the kitchen. I stood near the counter as she opened the freezer and pulled out three packets of frozen ran.

"Want one?"

"I’m fine." I found a barstool, climbed onto it, and sat down.

"I’ll make one for you anyway," she said cheerfully, setting up three small casseroles and separating each ran into its own pot.

The aroma soon filled the kitchen—rich, savory, nostalgic.

She plated them beautifully and then pushed a bowl in front of . I noticed she combined two other rans into one larger bowl just for her.

Odd. Why cook them separately?

But I didn’t ask.

"Careful. It’s still hot," she giggled.

"Fork, please? Or chopsticks?"

"Oh—sorry, I forgot." She laughed again and handed a pair of chopsticks.

I let the bowl cool in front of while she began blowing on her own noodles, happily digging in.

After our late-night ran, I wandered the mansion while she retired to her bedroom.

I reached the dead-end corridor on the west side of the estate—empty, unused, quiet. I turned to head back and halted when I noticed a silhouette at the edge of the property.

A spark. Smoke.

A man.

"Liva?" Logan called out.

"Are you smoking?"

"Hmm. Yeah," he said, flicking the cigarette and stepping closer.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Well, noodles are heavy on the stomach. She ate two servings. Funny, right?"

"Ohh..." He began walking beside . "Can you send to Delhi now?"

"Nope. The trio’s still having their fun. So, no."

"Hmm. Then I’ll escort you back to your room. Stop wandering around."

When we reached my room, Choco was already outside—my darling companion—in her ridiculously adorable pajamas. Logan opened the door, and Choco pranced in first.

Inside, I made my way to the bedroom. Damon was already there, sprawled on the bed, sound asleep.

Completely out.

He didn’t even stir when Choco jumped up beside him.

He’s so exhausted.

Just a few drops... and he’s out like a light.

Perfect.

I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and braided my hair with care. Then I joined them on the bed, smiling to myself when I saw Choco snuggled perfectly between us.

I lay back, eyes on the ceiling.

This red room.

This carefully constructed trap.

Insatiable.

That’s what people are.

Especially Damon.

But his condition?

I made him that way.

And soon, I’ll make sure he never recovers.

–Laura–

It’s sad.

I sniffled and snuggled closer to Damien.

I don’t even know why I’m sad exactly—maybe it’s my sister.

I just want her to see . See how happy I look.

I want her to love freely. To live like a normal woman—to fall in love, to get her heart broken, to heal and try again.

Not... whatever that is with Damon. That twisted, obsessive ga they play with each other.

But maybe that’s just how they are. Perfect for each other in their own bizarre, intense way.

Yup. Twisted soulmates.

"Hey," Damien murmured, wiping a tear off my cheek. "You sll like ran."

He grinned.

I burst out laughing and sat up.

"I ate ran—with my sister!"

"It slled like more than one serving," he teased, leaning in to kiss .

"Sorry I didn’t wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully."

"What if you got hurt while cooking?"

I pouted. "Babe, I’m not that clumsy."

"You get clumsy," he shot back, sitting up and stretching. "Co on, brush your teeth."

I pulled the duvet over my head and whined dramatically. "Nooo, I’m comfy."

But he just scooped up like a big teddy bear and carried straight into the bathroom.

Ugh. I love-hate that.

I lazily grabbed my electric toothbrush and started brushing, half-asleep.

Then he took it from .

"Show those teeth," he ordered playfully.

And just like that—he was brushing my teeth for , giving instructions like a dentist dad.

"Mouth open. Tilt. Now the molars. Stop giggling."

After that, he handed the tongue scraper with a dead-serious face.

I gave him a full pout. "Ughh... really?"

"Co on."

He’s bossy—but I love it.

After that little routine, I finally got to flop back into bed.

I climbed over and waited for him, smiling when he snuggled up behind .

Aaand yep. Of course.

He’s hard.

I feel bad for him.

We can’t have sex right now—not in my first trister. But hey... there are alternatives.

He used to pretend he could ignore it. But not anymore.

And honestly?

I miss him too. I miss us. Those wild nights of endless lovemaking, where we forgot the world, forgot ti, forgot consequences.

But Damien... my Damien...

He’s been through so much.

He deserves gentleness. Love. Affection. And yes—he deserves my body.

Hehehe.

Okay, that sounded so dramatic in my head. But seriously—thinking about serving myself to him like he’s royalty?

That’s kinda hot.

And fun.

"So? Are you up for a sixty-nine or the flashlight?" I grinned, wiggling my brows at him. "I an... we do have that toy here, right?"

I reached for the waistband of his pajama pants.

"Nope!" he said firmly.

"Oh, co on," I pouted. "I miss that buddy of yours. I like watching it grow... bigger."

I giggled shalessly.

He groaned, his jaw tightening. "It’s already painful not being able to shove it inside you. So stop teasing ."

I rolled my eyes and leaned over to open the drawer, pulling out the lubricant.

He knew exactly where this was going.

Without warning, I pushed him gently back onto the bed. He propped himself up against the headboard, giving that look—but didn’t stop .

I slipped between his legs, peeled off my top, and let my breasts fall free.

God.

Just being in this position, right in front of his thick, hard manhood, makes burn.

Heat coils low in my belly. I feel it throb between my thighs.

Seriously—how can he be this sexy?

I want him.

All of him.

Endlessly.

"Laura, no—" he tried to stop , but his voice was already giving way to the heat building between us.

Too late.

I’m aroused too.

And this?

This is our version of fun.