Slutty wife and her hot bodyguard 2

Liam: I’m not coming home tonight. I have an important meeting, so don’t stay up late and don’t call me.

Seraphina didn’t know how to feel as she stared at the phone in her hand, reading the message over and over again as though she hoped her husband, Liam, would send another one, saying he was only joking and was already on his way home.

But even after nearly five minutes of staring, he had gone offline. No follow-up. No call. Nothing.

She simply sat at the dining table, lifting her head to stare at the food that had taken her three hours to prepare. Every dish was one of Liam’s favorites, but now they were cold and Liam wasn’t even coming home tonight. Which meant she had done it all for nothing.

Her gaze dropped to the dress she had bought just for this night. She reached up and touched the makeup she had carefully applied, wanting to look beautiful just for him… yet he wasn’t even coming.

This morning, she had asked him to come home early for their anniversary, and he had promised her offhandedly that he would. That promise had been enough to give her hope, enough to make her prepare everything, to prepare herself for him.

Seraphina bit her bottom lip, trying not to cry. But the next second, her phone dinged and her eyes widened. Thinking it was from Liam, she quickly unlocked it.

Then, her phone slipped from her hand and fell to the table as she stared in disbelief. This time, the tears came freely, helplessly rolling down her cheeks.

It was a picture.

A photo sent by Liam’s secretary—of her husband lying in bed wearing nothing but his briefs, tied to the bedpost with a grin on his face. Standing in front of him was the secretary, dressed in lingerie, a whip in her hand.

And beneath the picture was a message:

I’m sorry, miss. It seems your husband doesn’t want to go home tonight but don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.

Seraphina’s hands clenched tightly as she stared at the picture and the message, her sadness slowly turning into raw anger.

“Those bastards,”

she hissed under her breath as more tears spilled down her cheeks, no matter how hard she tried to stop them.

“What right did they think they had to do this to me?”

Seraphina was pissed. Just because she hadn’t said anything when she knew her husband was cheating didn’t mean she was stupid or a fool. She had only stayed silent because she wanted to keep her marriage. She knew that if she brought up divorce, it would turn into a long, messy battle with Liam. So she had chosen to ignore everything.

But this…

This was beyond disrespectful.

This was too far.

Seraphina bit her bottom lip as she thought about how Liam didn’t even try to hide it, how his mistress would always leave hints about their affair. If it wasn’t lipstick on his shirt, then it was the scent of her perfume sprayed deliberately on his clothes, leaving her mark.

And what infuriated Seraphina the most was the way that woman looked at her, smug and satisfied, like she’d already won.

Seraphina’s hands clenched into fists. Then, in a fit of rage as she stared at the untouched dishes before her, she stood up and swept them all to the ground with a scream.

The plates shattered on impact, crashing into pieces across the floor. As her breathing turned ragged, Seraphina dropped to her knees on the broken shards, uncaring of how they dug into her skin, and began to sob.

What did she do wrong? Why didn’t Liam love her? Why wouldn’t he touch her but would give himself to another woman? Was she ugly? Undesirable?

As she cried, hands covering her face, she didn’t notice the man who had stopped right in front of her, watching with cold eyes, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips as he stared down at her in silence.

Jacob tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing at the sight of the broken woman. She was crying again. And like every other time, it was because of that bastard husband of hers. What Jacob couldn’t understand was how that man could make such a beautiful woman cry like this.

Yes—beautiful.

For the first time in his life, Jacob was genuinely attracted to a woman… and it just so happened to be his employer’s wife.

Usually, whenever he was with a woman, it was simple, just for the fuck. But this one? This one was different.

He was drawn to her. Drawn to the way she touched herself and moaned his name. Drawn to the way she came all over her fingers, and damn, how much he wished it had been his dick instead.

But no matter how much he wanted to barge into her room and fuck her senseless for being such a filthy little slut cumming to him, he couldn’t.

Not because he wasn’t capable. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone. If he wanted something or someone, he took it.

But this woman… he wasn’t sure if getting tangled up with her would be a good idea.

So all he could do was stand there, stroke his cock in the shadows, as he watched her.

Just like he did today.

“You shouldn’t be on the ground, Mrs. Maddox. There are broken pieces everywhere. You could get injured,” he finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, despite the concern in his words.

Seraphina stiffened at the sound of that voice.

She knew exactly who it belonged to, the very man she fantasized about.

And sure enough, when she looked up, she found him standing before her. That body. That face.

The same man she constantly touched herself thinking about was now right in front of her.

And like every time she was near him, her pussy grew wet almost instantly. A shiver ran down her spine when he stretched out his hand for her to take, saying nothing more.

She swallowed hard, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she stared at him.

Jacob—her hot bodyguard was a man of few words. He barely spoke to her, and when he did, it was always about her safety and nothing more.

Yet...

Yet here she was, shamelessly getting turned on because of him, even after everything she had just found out about her husband.

She was messed up.

She bit her bottom lip, trying not to let her filthy thoughts show.

When Seraphina didn’t respond, Jacob frowned. Then, without hesitation, he crouched to her level, holding his hand out again.

“Your knees will get hurt. There are broken—”

“I... I have something to tell you,” she cut him off before he could finish, her teary eyes locked on his as she trembled under his gaze.

No, this wasn’t right and she had to tell him.

She had to confess what she’d been doing, thinking about him…

Even if it meant he’d be disgusted.

Jacob tilted his head slightly, a few strands of hair falling across his face as he studied her.

“What is it, Mrs. Maddox?” he asked, pulling his hand back and waiting patiently.

Seraphina bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering away as she took a shaky breath. And despite the fear, she forced the words out.

“I… I’m sorry, Jacob. I’ve been doing something bad. I…”

Her voice trailed off. Eyes fluttered shut as she blurted,

“I’ve been touching myself… thinking about you since the first day we met. Whenever I get needy, I masturbate to you. I know it’s wrong, I swear I didn’t mean to, but—”

“But you can’t control yourself, can you?”

The amused voice cut her off, and she froze, her eyes widening as her chin was suddenly grabbed and tilted up toward the intimidating man before her.

Her gaze trembled as she stared up at Jacob. And for the first time since she met him, she saw a glint in his eyes that made her breath hitch, the corner of his lips curving into a dark, twisted smirk.

“You can’t stop yourself from spreading those pretty legs, playing with that tight little pussy, moaning like a needy slut, your whole body shaking as you imagine it’s my cock stretching you open, filling you deep, just the way you crave… can you?”

She froze.

Out of everything she thought he might say, this wasn’t it.

It almost… almost felt like he had seen her.

“H-How…” she whispered, her voice unsteady, not even sure what she was trying to ask.

How did he know?

Had he seen her?

Whatever the question, it didn’t matter because in the next second, Jacob pulled her closer, leaning into her ear as he whispered darkly,

“I’ll fuck you, Seraphina. I’ll give you everything you’ve been aching for, stretch you open, ruin that pretty little cunt like you’ve been begging for in your filthy fantasy… but first, I want to hear you beg for it, like the desperate, cock-drunk slut you are.”