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Andaro's smile grew increasingly lewd, his eyes filled with a desire that seemed ready to spill over. His gaze slowly traveled down Anna's face, greedily sweeping over her shoulders and collarbone, even lingering on the luxurious fabric that clung to her figure, as if every inch of skin beneath the material sparked his imagination. His look was akin to that of a connoisseur admiring a precious object, radiating an unabashed possessiveness.
He leaned in closer, a greasy smile plastered on his face as he spoke in a low voice, "Miss Anna, did you know? That Pox kid may seem impressive—handsome and wealthy—but... behind his family, the one truly in control is me, Andaro! Without me, ha, he would probably just be a mere servant at this banquet, carrying trays." Andaro's voice dropped intentionally, as if sharing an incredibly valuable "secret" that only she was worthy of hearing, hoping to earn Anna's admiration.
After delivering this line, he burst into loud laughter, his voice laced with coarse self-satisfaction. The sound was grating and triumphant, as if he held all the power in the world in his hands. Yet Anna felt a cold amusement inside at his crude laughter; her face revealed no emotion, instead feigning a look of being "deeply shocked" by Andaro's words.
"Oh my, Mr. Andaro!" Anna gently covered her mouth in astonishment, smiling with an air of admiration in her eyes. "I never realized you were so remarkable! Not only are you in control of everything, but you're also so humble—it's truly impressive." Her voice feigned softness laced with a hint of reverence, perfectly mimicking that of a woman captivated by power and status, which only served to further satisfy Andaro's inflated ego.
As she spoke, Anna leaned slightly closer to Andaro, casually raising her hand to lightly touch his shoulder as if unintentionally closing the distance between them. Andaro noticed her touch and his smile widened even more, as if each contact deepened his self-assured sense of "success."
Feeling satisfied within himself, Andaro glanced at her with an expression of utter self-satisfaction. He reveled in this close proximity and gently patted her hand again, his fingers deliberately stroking the back of her hand slowly, his eyes filled with fulfillment and possessiveness. "Oh dear Miss Anna, you have such good taste! You are so beautiful and intelligent; Pox is truly fortunate to have met someone like you," he said joyfully, his gaze suggestive as if implying that rather than being with Pox, she should value a man like him—one with status and power.
Anna leaned in slightly more towards Andaro, allowing her breath to softly brush against his ear. This sudden closeness ignited a glimmer of delight and greed in Andaro's eyes; he couldn't help but smile wider as his inner pride swelled. He felt Anna's gentle breath enveloping him and reveled in the sensation as if he had already won over this enchanting woman.
Her voice flowed like silk—soft and alluring—as she said slowly, "You know what, Mr. Andaro? I have always admired powerful people. Those who truly hold power and can dominate everything."
Her tone was low and filled with suggestion, tailored perfectly for his eager and arrogant heart. Her gaze lingered on his face with appreciation and admiration before she let out a soft sigh mixed with slight disappointment: "That Pox kid... he's not bad at all but honestly speaking, he still has a long way to go; there are too many shortcomings..."
Upon hearing this, Andaro's eyes lit up even more with satisfaction. His smile grew increasingly lewd as he wore an air of self-congratulation; it was clear that her words pleased him deeply. He cautiously maneuvered his plump hand to gently wrap around her shoulder while looking at her with anticipation and excitement.
Anna did not reject him; instead, she leaned in closer still, allowing her slender arm to rest naturally on his arm as if silently consenting to his approach. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of flirtation and irresistible softness as she whispered gently: "What I truly like are men like you, Mr. Andaro—mature and seasoned individuals who possess great power and control everything."
Her voice flowed softly into his ear like a gentle stream; Andaro's breathing quickened with exhilaration and the thrill of conquest surged within him as if Anna’s words inflated him entirely. He fixed his gaze on her with an expression of unparalleled pride; in that moment, it felt as though he had already claimed this woman and her admiration for himself.
"Miss Anna, you truly have an eye for quality!" Andaro gently caressed her shoulder, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "Women like you, who know how to appreciate beauty, are indeed rare!" His gaze roamed unabashedly over her face and body, his heart already yearning to possess this enchanting woman completely.
Anna smirked inwardly but maintained a composed demeanor, lightly nodding and lowering her eyelids as if she believed his words wholeheartedly.
Andaro's oily, slightly trembling face drew closer, his eyes glinting with unmasked desire. His greedy gaze swept over Anna's features, filled with pride and hunger, as if this stunning woman was already under his control. His breath quickened, a heavy scent of alcohol mingling with the air around him, and his gaping mouth resembled that of a famished beast ready to devour its prey.
However, just as Andaro's face inched nearer, about to brush against Anna's cheek, she subtly extended her delicate hand and picked up a bunch of fresh grapes from the table. This action momentarily startled Andaro, filling him with disappointment and confusion, but his attention was quickly captivated by what Anna did next, as if an invisible thread bound him to her every movement.
With a gentle flick of her fingers, Anna selected the plumpest grape from the bunch and slowly brought it to her lips. Her movements were slow and graceful; her slender fingers delicately pinched the grape as it approached her rosy lips. Parting them slightly, she let the grape slip into her mouth while a hint of a meaningful smile graced her lips. Her eyes sparkled with playful mockery, silently teasing the man before her, fully aware that he was entranced by every little gesture she made. It was as if this grape was a deadly temptation capable of making him willingly succumb to her allure.
Andaro stared at her, his breath becoming increasingly rapid; the greed and urgency in his gaze were unmistakable. His eyes were glued to Anna's lips as he watched the grape roll gently between them, each subtle motion charged with an enchanting power that rendered him helpless. At that moment, he was utterly captivated by her charm; reason had completely fled him as he leaned toward her, drawn by an invisible force, longing for the grape to be delivered to his mouth by her lips.
Anna held the grape between her lips and leaned in slightly, revealing a trace of an enigmatic smile. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she moved closer to Andaro as if about to feed him the grape. Seeing this, Andaro's eyes sparkled with excitement and joy; he leaned forward eagerly, his face alight with anticipation as if this grape had become all his hopes and fantasies. His gaze brimmed with expectation; his lips parted slightly as he neared Anna's lips, feeling an overwhelming urge to conquer at that very moment.
Yet just when he thought he could reach it, Anna suddenly let out a soft laugh filled with mischief and playfulness. She swiftly pulled the grape back into her mouth and bit down gently; the sweet juice burst forth between her lips before she elegantly swallowed it down. A sly smile danced on her lips, full of provocation as if she were deliberately toying with his long-held fantasies.
Andaro stood frozen in place; the joy in his eyes instantly turned to shock as his expression dulled for a moment before shifting into disappointment and barely concealed regret. He stared at Anna's fearless smile, a flicker of defeat crossing his features before he found himself smiling involuntarily—her playful demeanor igniting an even stronger desire within him. The grin on his face grew increasingly lecherous as he gazed at her with renewed longing for conquest.
"Miss Anna, you are quite the tease!" Andaro's voice trembled with deep infatuation and desire as if her playfulness only deepened his obsession. "You truly are irresistible..." He no longer concealed his yearning; his eyes locked onto hers like a hungry wolf ready to pounce again to satisfy the burning need within him that she had so skillfully provoked.
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