Chapter Three

IRIS’S POV

I pushed open the door to one of the private hotel suites upstairs, my heart felt like it was failing and my head spinning from too much champagne. 

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it, trying desperately to breathe. 

The humiliation from earlier still hubg in my throat. 

Ambrose’s calm voice announcing Blair’s pregnancy kept replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

I kicked off my heels, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. My feet ached as I walked to the large mirror on the wall. 

Staring at my reflection, I barely recognized the woman looking back. 

My makeup was slightly smudged and my eyes had gone red from fighting back tears. When had my marriage become this empty? Three years of giving everything, and this was what I got in return.

The tears I held back finally slipped down my cheeks. I wiped them away angrily, but more kept coming.

The suite door opened quietly behind me. I tensed immediately, spinning around. The masked man from the ballroom stepped inside, tall and broad-shouldered in his black tuxedo. 

He closed the door behind him with a click without saying a word…at first. 

There was something dangerous about the way he moved. It was controlled and intense, like he owned the space around him.

“Who are you?” I asked in a shaky voice. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

He took slow steps closer, his eyes locked on mine through the black mask. “You came up here alone. You wanted to be seen.”

His voice was low, deep, and it sent a strange shiver through me. 

I should have told him to leave. Instead, I stood there as he stopped right in front of me. He was so close, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.

“You’ve been shaking since you walked into this suite,” he said quietly, taking note of everything. “Trying so hard to hold yourself together while your husband destroys you downstairs.”

Fresh tears welled up in my eyes. “You don’t know anything about my life.”

“I know enough.” He lifted a hand and gently brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb. 

His touch was surprisingly soft, but the look in his eyes was anything but it. “Why are you still letting him hurt you like this?”

That simple question cut the last thread of control I had left.

A sob escaped me as I stepped forward and crashed my lips against his. 

He responded instantly, like he had been waiting for this. His hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me against his hard body as he kissed me back with hunger. 

There was nothing distant or careful about him. He kissed like he wanted to consume me.

We moved toward the large bed, both of us taking off our clothes desperately. 

He unzipped my gown, letting it drop at my feet before lifting me onto the mattress. 

His mouth was on my neck immediately, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin until I was gasping, I arched my body further into him.

I felt myself getting wetter with every touch from his tongue, my pussy was throbbing with sudden need.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled against my throat, his large hands roaming over my breasts. 

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it deeply until it hardened like a stiff peak under his tongue. 

He flicked it rapidly, then bit down gently, making me moan loudly as pleasure went straight to my core. 

His other hand squeezed my other breast roughly, rolling and pinching the nipple between his fingers until both my tits felt swollen and aching.

I reached down and palmed his cock through his pants. He was thick and rock hard.

I freed him quickly, wrapping my fingers around his heavy, veiny dick. 

He groaned as I stroked him firmly, my hand moved up and down his thick cock while his hips thrust into my grip.

He pushed my thighs wide apart and slid his  fingers between my legs. “So fucking wet already,” he muttered, circling my swollen clit before pushing two thick fingers deep into my tight pussy. 

I cried out, tightening my pussy walls around him as he fucked me with his fingers.

He curling his fingers hard against that sensitive spot inside while his mouth continued devouring my nipples.

“Please…” I begged in a breaking voice.

He pulled his fingers out, coated with my juices, and positioned himself between my legs. 

The thick head of his cock rubbed against my now dripping entrance, teasing my pussy lips before he thrust in hard, burying every inch of his massive cock deep inside me in one powerful move. 

I gasped at the intensity of the stretch, digging my nails into his back as he filled me completely. His heavy balls pressing against me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, staying buried deep for a second like he was savoring my tight pussy. 

Then he started moving, deep and relentless. Each thrust was hard and possessive, his thick cock slammed into my wet pussy again and again. 

The obscene sound of our skin slapping  against each other filled the suite, mixed with my loud moans and his low, guttural grunts.

He grabbed my hips with both hands, angling me so he could fuck me even deeper, his cock hit spots I didn’t know existed. “That’s it. Take every inch of my cock like a good girl,” he growled, pounding into me faster. 

Sweat covered our bodies entirely as he fucked me without mercy, his thick cock stretched and filled my pussy repeatedly.

I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his brutal thrusts desperately. 

He leaned down, sucking hard on my neck again, leaving marks while his cock continued destroying my pussy in the best way. 

My orgasm hit me violently, my pussy walls squeezed around his thick cock as I screamed, my pussy juices coating him.

He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, harder and deeper, until he also came. 

With a deep, animalistic groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside my pussy and came hard, his cock throbbed as he filled me with thick spurts of cum.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily. I fell asleep briefly in his arms, feeling safer than I had in years.

When I woke up hours later, the bed was empty. The masked man was gone. 

It was only the faint scent of him that was left on the sheets. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my body still ached in the best and worst ways. 

The reality of what I had done slowly settled in, but so did the memory of how alive he made me feel.

I dressed quietly and left the suite. Instead of going home, I went to Camille’s apartment. 

The moment she opened the door and saw my face, she pulled me into her arms without a word.

I broke down completely, sobbing against her shoulder. “Ambrose… he got her pregnant, Camille. On our anniversary. He brought her into our home.”

She rubbed my back gently, holding me tight. “Shh, Iris. It’s going to be okay. You’re strong. We’ll figure this out together. I’m here for you, always.”

Her comfort helped ease some of the pain and we talked for hours until I felt steady enough to go back.

Later that afternoon, I returned to the Dupont house. The moment I stepped inside, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Seated comfortably at the dining table beside Ambrose was a man I didn’t remember meeting before. 

Bold facial features and dark eyes. The second his gaze met mine, a small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Good morning, sister in law.”