LOGINIsadora POV I was shaking. I was literally shaking and regretting why I'd allowed Marcus into my studio. Richard warned me to keep my distance from him. I should have listened to him. Perhaps I would have saved myself this pain.Marcus stared at me for a long moment as if he was calculating whether he could push harder. Then he walked to the door and stopped at the threshold."You're making a mistake," he said. "You're throwing away everything for someone who wouldn't even take you seriously.” He added.I didn't respond, I didn't have the energy to do that.I just waited until he was fully outside, then I closed the door and locked it.My hands were shaking.My mind told me to walk to the bar and pour myself something strong, something to numb my senses. I decided against it.I stood there for a moment, trying to breathe through the anxiety coursing through my veins. Marcus was right about one thing…my parents would believe him. They would see me as the ungrateful daughter who threw
It's been a week since the incident with Marcus. That means it's been a week of me staying under Richard's roof.It also means, a full week of nasty and mind blowing sex…anyday, anytime, any chance we get.Richard has been keeping my pussy leaking with his cum, stretched and filled completely. There isn't a single spot of that house that Richard hasn't fucked me in.I am just as addicted to his cock as he is with my pussy. We can't seem to get enough.But that doesn't mean I haven't been working. I leave for my studio every morning for work.Marcus hasn't come looking for me for the last week. It's like Richard's warning got to him. However, he hasn't signed the divorce papers. Richard has informed me that he has been elusive at the company, not going to work for the most part.I just hope he signs those damn papers as soon as possible. That way, my relationship with Richard can be official.Today is Saturday and while it's not a working day, I have to go to the studio. I am not a nin
Isadora POV "Let's get you cleaned up unless you want my cum dripping from your pussy," Richard said, his voice low and commanding.My feet had stopped trembling but my face was a mess. My body was still thrumming with need even with the second orgasm for the night.The words sent a jolt of shame and arousal through me.The way he said it so casually, like degrading me was just part of how he loved me.“ That's not a bad thing.” I replied with a wink. His eyes darkened before narrowing.“ It's not but I want that pussy clean, ready for daddy's cock anytime.” He declared. I clenched my thighs, something that happened involuntarily.Richard held me tightly, his hand firm on my waist and led me upstairs to the bathroom.It's crazy how I was getting familiar with my father-in-law's bedroom like it was my own matrimonial one.Richard left me standing there while he crossed to the tub and started filling it.He adjusted the temperature and steam began to rise. He added the essentials and
Isadora POV We barely made it through the front door before Richard was on me.The tension had been heavyweight throughout the ride. The quickie we had seemed to have done nothing to quench our thirst for each other but increase it.His palms slammed flat on either side of my head, pinning me against the wood. “ You lit a fire and you're going to put it off Isadora.” Richard whispered, those words sending a wave of wetness gushing from my pussy. I could feel how drenched I was plus Richard’s cum from earlier still dripping out of my pussy like a fucking prize I collected.Richard kissed me… hard…his mouth covering mine without hesitation. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned into it, tasting the faint trace of alcohol from the club.My back pressed into the cool door while his hips rolled forward, the hard line of his cock grinding against my lower belly through layers of fabric. It made me want to tear everything off and feel him skin to skin.Richard's fingers worked fast.
Isadora After going back to the dancing floor, I danced harder after that.I don't know if it was adrenaline or anger or just the need to feel alive, but I moved like I was trying to shake something off. Benita moved with me, and we were both sweating and laughing and completely in our own world.I was spinning, my dress swirling around me, when I felt someone watching me.It was not in a creepy way. In a way that made my skin prickle with awareness.I turned and skimmed through the guests until I saw Richard standing at the edge of the dance floor.He was dressed in a dark suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and looking like he'd just come from somewhere important. His eyes were on me, dark and intense, and when our eyes met, he smiled.He gestured for me to come to him.I didn't hesitate. I made my way through the crowd, and the moment I reached him, his hands came up to my waist and pulled me against his chest."You came," I said, breathing in his calming scent."You texted
Isadora POV The music hit me the moment we walked into the club.After a whole day of doing nothing but gossiping, going for lunch and shopping afterwards, Benita and I decided to close the night like the good old days before marriage trapped me.Benita grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar, already grinning like she'd been waiting for this exact moment. We ordered drinks and found a booth in the corner with a decent view of the dance floor."To getting your life back," Benita said, raising her glass.I clinked mine against hers and took a sip.The vodka burned my throat but in a good way. It made me feel alive and everything turn sharper suddenly. The music was louder, the lights were brighter, and I felt unbounded in a way I hadn't felt in years.We danced for the first hour without any care in the world.Benita was ridiculous and hilarious, and I found myself laughing at things I wouldn't normally laugh at. A guy tried to approach us with some line about us being too beau
“I would never cheat on my husband.”That had always been my moral compass, the line I swore I'd never cross.That was until the day I discovered my so-called husband had married me to hide his sexuality.Two years of being called Mrs. Clarke, yet my pussy had never once acclaimed that title.Two y
ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showe
Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle.The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swel
ISADORA POVThe canvas seemed like it was mocking me.I had been standing in front of it for an hour and all I'd managed to create was a mess of dark colors that looked like a bruise.My small art studio was supposed to be my sanctuary. The one place where I could lose myself in color and form.It







