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The tension between them reached its peak as Adrian's commanding movements and forceful touch collided with Victor's tender and attentive caresses. Elena couldn't help but gasp as she felt the overwhelming rush of desire consuming her. As Adrian took charge, his hands explored every curve of her body with intent. He bent her further as he thrust harder. Victor's length sprang up and roared with desire. As Elena moaned and gasped mouth agape, he shoved his hardness into it. Gagged and choked, Elena's head burped up and down as she slurped his dick in and out of her mouth. Her body moves in sync with Adrian's pace as he thrusts in and out of her slippery wet depths. Elena felt herself surrendering to the raw intensity of his desire. She responded to both men in a way that surprised even herself. The contrast between Adrian's commanding presence and Victor's gentle care, fueled her desire like never before. Their bodies moved in rhythmic intensity, as the climax of their enc
The door clicked shut behind them with a softness that didn’t match the storm inside each of their chests.Elena stood in the dim room, breathing unevenly, her heartbeat loud enough that she wondered if they could hear it too.Victor remained near the door, as if crossing the room meant crossing a line he could never return from.Adrian stood closer to her. Too close. His presence a gravity she felt in her bones.She swallowed hard.“What… what are we doing?” she whispered, though she already knew the answer forming between them like a charged current.Neither man spoke.The silence was thick, trembling, waiting for someone to break.Elena hesitated, her hands shaking slightly. Every part of her screamed to step back, to breathe, to think.But another part, one buried deep and long ignored, leaned forward instead.She had never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So seen.Her breath caught as Adrian’s fingers barely brushed her wrist.It wasn’t even a touch, just a suggestion of one but h
His eyes lifted, sharp and steady. “About what happened that night.” Adrian inhaled slowly, as though bracing himself. Victor stepped closer. “And about what’s happening now.” The tension in the air was thick enough to taste. Before either could speak again.. The beeping sound of the door unlocking, startled them both. Both men froze. The doors slid open. And Elena stepped out, Looking pale, Looking startled. Looking like she had been crying. And looking at both of them as if she had just walked into the center of a storm she wasn’t prepared to face. Her eyes were rimmed with a faint redness, mascara smudged in a way that betrayed either tears or exhaustion or both. The sight of the two men standing only a few feet apart made her stop cold. Victor turned first, eyes cutting toward her with something unreadable; part accusation, part relief, part ache. Adrian turned slower, his expression tightening almost as though he had already anticipated this moment since the secon
It had been one full month since Adrian walked out of the mansion with nothing but his car keys, a duffel bag, and a storm of shame shadowing every step. He hadn’t gone back since. Not once. Not even to retrieve the coat he left on the living room chair the night everything detonated like a grenade in the heart of Victor’s carefully controlled world. Since then, he had lived almost silently inside a glass-walled hotel suite that overlooked the city, far above the noise, yet carrying a noise of his own. Only business meetings made their paths crossed if unavoidable. And that was it. Victor, meanwhile, had gone in the opposite direction. He drowned himself in work. Projects. Meetings. Site inspections. Late-night research. Bidding documents. Investor calls. More work. More distractions. More distance. His colleagues began to whisper that he slept in his office. Elena, when she called, was met with a polite apology or a quick “I’ll call you back.” And he never did.
Shattered.. The Hale mansion had been unusually quiet all week; quiet in a way that made every room feel too large, every hallway too hollow, and every whispered thought too loud. A week had passed since the investors’ dinner. A week since Victor stumbled home drunk with Adrian in tow. A week since Elena crossed the point of no return, letting herself fall into a darkness she had spent years trying to avoid. A week since she let Adrian touch her, claim her, carve himself into her memory in ways she could not erase, even if she wanted to. And now that the flames had cooled into embers, she was left with something far heavier, guilt that lived beneath her ribs like a bruise. Elena had never been more conscious of her husband’s presence, of his mannerisms, of the exhaustion that clung to him. Every time he walked past her, she felt a quiet ache of shame. Every time he kissed her cheek distractedly, she felt the weight of her betrayal pressing harder into her bones. But Adrian…. A
It took all nerves in him to resist the urge to shove his thick and still hard dick inside her folds which peeked perfectly in between her thighs as she lay curled on the floor.Adrian lifted her with effortless strength, the warmth of his hands tether to reality and desire all at once. The tub became their stage. He helped wash her of the sweat, while teasing her with his fingers circling her nipples, her clit and lips.Though she was all drained, her core responded to his every touch. When he carried her back to the bedroom, the air felt electric. Victor’s snores from down the hall were a strange contrast to the storm of sensation between them, he was there in body but utterly absent in the moment, and that knowledge made every brush of skin, every low murmur, every stolen glance sharper, more dangerous.Adrian moved with deliberate, intoxicating intensity. Elena’s breath caught with each subtle shift, the heat radiating off him impossible to ignore. He placed her gently on the b







