Chapter 3: Getting Away

In the past one year since my husband refused to touch me, I never cheated on him. I always waited for him to come back home from work and desire my body. I couldn't count the amount of times I got horny and sexually frustrated.

If only I had known that my husband was fucking another woman.

Now my sexual tension had shot through the roof and I was horny as hell. Usually, I'd be very careful about sleeping with a stranger, but the alcohol removed such hesitation. The fact that I was also approached by a peak masculine devil didn't help either.

I got lost in desire.

It felt like I was under a spell as I followed the man to the room. I wasn't thinking of anything except for how badly I wanted to get fucked.

I didn't have the time to express my surprise when he suddenly pounced on me and began to kiss me.

The hand grabbing my neck was unexpected and new to me. This man had a large and rough hand that contained possessive strength. His mouth tasted like the sweet and strong alcohol he had just drank and his breath was heavy. I got intoxicated by him.

"Hmmn!" I grunted. I didn't realise when my hands rose to grab his head for a deeper kiss. I was beginning to run wild. I was getting lost in the kiss when his left hand slid to my back and grabbed my ass, making me squirm in pleasure.

I felt a shiver run through my spine when the hand holding my neck slid down to my chest. He squeezed my breast through the fabric with a strong grip and grunted into my mouth before pulling his face back.

My breath was rough and my mouth hot as I stared into his blazing eyes. There was something dark and mischievous in those hungry eyes piercing into me and sweeping over my body. I could feel his ravaging hands caressing my body and sending waves of pleasure and longing into my brain.

He grunted and took a step back, his hands finding their way to the buttons of my coat and prying them open.

I watched with bated breath as I was being stripped. Uncertainty flashed through my eyes. Marco had said I was fat and ugly. What if this man thought the same? I bit my lip as my buttons came undone and the coat fell with a silent thud.

Shit! I just remembered how I was actually dressed. I was wearing a lingerie underneath my coat. I actually hadn't had time or bothered to put on a regular dress. I shut my eyes while expecting the worst.

After a few seconds of pause following my coat being opened, I didn't hear anything from the man in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up into his face. His expression shook me.

There was a wide devilish grin on his face and his eyes were curved in a crescent. I saw a ferocity in those eyes that made me shiver in pleasure. No man had ever looked at me that way.

This man was more than pleased with what he was seeing... no, he was excited. He drew closer and swept me off my feet with his hands tightly behind my back and my legs like a new bride. He walked with long strides across the soft carpet and threw me on the large bed in the center of the room.

I felt my heart beat faster with excitement running through my veins as he unbuttoned his shirt with lightning speed. His bare chest came into view and the sight of his perfectly sculpted abs made my pussy tingle with a slight tremor. His pants followed soon after with his boxers and I saw his impressive length that made my breath catch in my chest.

A huge dick that stood as proud as it's owner pointed at me. I couldn't resist the immediate thought of comparing him with Marco. I came to an abrupt conclusion.

'Marco is trash. This is a real man right here.'

The rest of the night passed by in a blur, but it was a night I wouldn't ever forget.

The way he touched my body and fueled my desire. The way he used his tongue on my pussy. The way he fed me with his dick and his cum until my head went blank. The way he fucked me and turned my insides into mashed potato. The way he made me climax multiple times until I almost fainted from the pleasure.

After hours of satisfactory and intense orgasms, we eventually slept off in each others arms. I slept with contentment like I had never felt before.

I woke up the next morning to the reminder of reality. It was just before dawn so I looked at the man, he was still deep asleep with a contended smile on his lips.

I picked up my lingerie and coat that had been strewn to different parts of the room and entered the shower. After cleaning up and looking tidy, I noticed he was still sleeping soundly. It was already dawn. Not wanting to make things awkward, I took some money from my pocket and put it on the bedside stand for him with a note thanking him for the night.

I walked out of the hotel which was above the bar and felt the fresh air on my skin. My body was perfectly relaxed and my brain felt clear. I then realised I had nowhere to go back to. I was reminded of what Marco had done to me after all I sacrificed for him. My chest felt hot with anger and regret.

I took my phone and called my brother's phone. It rang for a short while before it connected. Then I heard the annoyed tone of my elder brother.

"What is it?"

"Jadon, I'm sorry." This was the first thing that fell out of my lips. I hadn't spoken to my brothers in three years because I stubbornly insisted on marrying Marco despite their warnings.

I could only call them now because I knew how much they loved me as their little sister. I'm sure he could see that I was genuinely sorry. He went silent for some moments before letting out a sigh. 

"Where are you?" Jadon asked. He was a man of few words so he went straight to the point. This was why I called him in place of Jacob.

"I'm outside a bar."

"Send me your location." He replied and hung up.

Several minutes later, two luxurious cars parked at the bar and two men came down. Their faces were fierce, especially the second man. They were my brothers. I wondered when they got new cars despite all the ones they had before.

Before my second brother could lash out at me, Jadon took me to his car and we drove off to the airport together. They were taking me out of the country for a change of environment.

I looked through the window at the city below with a strong conviction in my mind.

'Marco, just you wait. I'll make you regret everything you did to me.' I swore. I was going to come back to take my revenge.