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When Rivals... Fuck? (2)

Author: Sharon Madu
last update publish date: 2026-03-02 23:02:46

The walk to the elevator is the longest thirty seconds of my life. My shoes click rhythmically on the marble floors. Julian is silent beside me, his hands shoved into his pockets.

We hit the lobby, and the cold winter air of the city bites at my face. The black SUV is idling at the curb, exhaust curling into the grey sky like smoke.

"I’m driving," I say, stepping toward the driver's side.

"In this weather?" Julian scoffs, catching my arm. "You drive like a grandmother going to church, Frank. We
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    My throat tightens. I part my lips to answer, but no words come out.What am I even supposed to say? That I'm a nymphomaniac? That I've had a weird crush on a man who's supposed to belong to God? That it's a kink?Thankfully, he doesn't wait for a reply.He stands up and steps toward me, his expression hardening. “Why do you taste so good that I’m already craving a second round?”The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. "You are?"He reaches out, cupping my face in his hands, and presses a gentle, conflicting kiss against my forehead.“Get down,” he says, but it lands unevenly, like the command is arriving late in his own body. “Let me pray for you.”I can barely keep up with how quickly he changes. I drop to my knees on the floor, and he rests his palm on top of my head.He begins to murmur the Our Father in Latin, the familiar words rolling off his tongue until he stumbles over a phrase. He corrects himself too quickly, like he’s afraid of what slipped through.But as I look up, I

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    Before he can protest, I crash my lips against his.My left hand wraps tightly around his neck, anchoring him to me while my right hand firmly strokes his cock through his pants.For a second, he freezes. “Mrs. Stockholm.” His voice falters.“Yes, Father?” I fake a moan.He closes his eyes for a moment, visibly wrestling with himself.“You’re sure your husband and kids won’t come back anytime soon?” He asks quietly.Hmm. He’s giving in faster than I thought he would.“Yes, Father. I wouldn’t be running around naked if they were.”Then, with a low, animalistic grunt, his restraint shatters.His large hands grip both my ass cheeks, pulling me fiercely against him as he returns the kiss with a desperate hunger.The room shifts as he drives us backward, guiding me blindly toward the dining table—the exact spot where I usually serve his meals.The edge of the wooden dining table hits the back of my thighs. In one swift, powerful motion, he lifts me up and sits me on the table.This wasn't

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    ~ Mrs. Stockholm ~For a whole month, I stay off sex.Father Romanus visits us quite often now. Every single time he walks through that door, a dark, wicked impulse screams at me to drop to my knees and take him right there.But I don’t.I play the perfect hostess.Because he’s vegan, I prepare special meals—mostly crisp greens and light carbs.Sometimes, I catch him looking at me like he wants to finish what we almost started a month ago. But I pretend not to notice.The sharp honk of Father Romanus’s car cuts through the quiet house.My heart takes a sudden, violent leap.I rush toward the front door.Over the last few weeks, we’ve fallen into a predictable routine. He checks up on us on Mondays when my husband and the kids are around, and on Thursdays when it’s just the kids and me.But today is Wednesday.There's absolutely no one home but me.I freeze by the door, listening to the crunch of his footsteps approaching the porch.What do I do?I’m still in my loose nightgown, my hai

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    ~ Brock ~I take a deep, exhausting breath, staring blankly at the ceiling.“The catechist’s wife,” I mutter.“Good boy,” she whispers. Mrs. Stockholm, the catechist’s wife, crawls up my bare chest. She rests her head right over my heart, her warm breath tickling my skin.I run my fingers through her hair.God, I missed the touch of a woman. It’s been a solid year of cold, empty sheets.The only problem is that she isn't mine.Do I feel guilty? Not even a little.I’ve coveted her from afar for years. Now, she’s breathing peacefully in my bed, looking entirely innocent.But nobody in this damn town is innocent. We’re a community of bloody sinners.The catechist is no exception.He’s been fucking my ex-wife. I know it, he knows I know it, but I never saw the point in a useless confrontation.The only real way to get even was to lure his precious wife into my bed.Turns out, Mrs. Stockholm wasn't hard to convince.My hand slides down the curve of her hip, settling on her bare ass. She’s

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    “What?” I repeat, hoping he doesn’t bring up seeing me with the priest.“What don’t you understand?” He asks.I roll my eyes. “Don’t make this weird, Brock.”His eyebrow lifts.“I saw something I liked. You liked what happened next. End of story.”“So that’s all this is?”I shrug.He eyes me suspiciously. “If you say so.”He steps down from the long sofa, and without a word, he grips my hips and flips me over.Before I can even draw a breath, his hands hook around my waist. He whisks me up from the cushions as if I weigh nothing at all.He carries me straight into his bedroom. Everything feels like a blur until his hand suddenly slaps my bare butt.Slap.The spank echoes through the quiet room.A sharp, stinging heat radiates up my spine, so intense I feel the thud vibrate inside my head.I despise being spanked. It degrades me in a way I hate to admit.But I bite my lip and swallow the protest.He drops me onto the mattress. I lie there, my breath hitching as I watch him stroke his c

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    He turns away from me, yielding to the moment. He strips off his shirt first, then his pants and underwear.When he turns back around, my breath catches in my throat.He’s built beautifully. Intimidatingly so. I lean in, using the light and pretending I’m just being practical. “When was the last time you shaved?”I should have been focused on the irritation he wanted me to examine.Instead, my attention keeps drifting elsewhere.Every glance only makes looking away harder.I want him. All of him. I want to feel his cock in my mouth. I want to ride him into oblivion.“Just last week,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.I click off the light and offer a casual shrug. “It’s not an infection. Just razor burn. It’ll clear up on its own, or you can use a soothing cream. But honestly? Just leave it alone.”He nods, the tension leaving his shoulders.“Thank you, Mrs. Stockholm.” He reaches for his shirt, preparing to cover himself back up.Panic flares in my chest—I’m not done with him yet

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