Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I continued, “This might just be the pain talking through the alcohol,” I said, staring at the champagne in my glass as I slowly turned it between my fingers. My voice sounded quieter than I expected, almost as though I was trying to convince myself rather than Alex. “But I would love to see their faces when they find out that we’ve been doing the same thing to them.”

Alex's eyes remained fixed on me, “So you’re talking about us having an affair?” he asked, his voice lower now, the amusement from earlier completely gone.

I lifted my gaze to meet his. My heart was beating faster than it had a few minutes ago, but I refused to look away. “Yes,” I replied, surprising myself with how certain I sounded. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. An affair. Nothing more.”

Alex leaned back slightly, studying me as though he were trying to determine whether the alcohol had completely taken over my judgment. “And what exactly do you mean by nothing more?”

“No strings attached,” I answered. I placed my glass on the table and slowly stood. My legs felt slightly unsteady, but I ignored it. “No emotions. No expectations. We give them exactly what they’ve given us. We pay them back tenfold, and at least we get to enjoy ourselves while we’re doing it.”

Alex didn’t respond immediately.

I could see the thoughts moving across his face. His eyes travelled over me before returning to mine, there was something different in his expression. It wasn’t pity anymore. It wasn’t anger.

It was desire.

The realization sent a strange shiver through me.

I suddenly became aware of how close we were, how quiet the room had become, and how reckless the words I had just spoken sounded when they were no longer trapped inside my head.

Maybe I had lost my mind. Maybe tomorrow morning I would wake up and hate myself for suggesting it. But right then, I didn’t want to think about tomorrow.

I wanted Adrian to hurt. I wanted Vanessa to understand what betrayal felt like. And perhaps, just for one night, I wanted to forget that my heart had been shattered.

Alex rose slowly from his chair.

“So how do we do this?” he asked, his voice almost thoughtful. “How do we make it work?”

I swallowed, “I believe we can play the game even better than they ever could.”

He stared at me.

I could hear my own heartbeat.

For a brief moment, I thought Alex was going to tell me that I had finally lost whatever sense I had left. Perhaps he would knock some sense into me and remind me that we were both still married.

Instead, he stepped closer.

My breath caught.

He stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body.

“Better gamers?” he murmured.

I nodded, “Much better.”

His eyes darkened, “Then I suppose we should learn how to play.”

Before I could answer, his hand settled gently against my waist. The touch was simple. Yet it sent a rush through me.

I had spent the entire day feeling like a woman who had been discarded, a woman who wasn’t wanted by the man she had given three years of her life to.

Now Alex was looking at me as though I was the only woman in the room.

My heart raced.

His fingers tightened slightly around my waist as he leaned closer.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes, “Yes.”

That was all he needed. He pulled me closer and pounced on my lips. The kiss was unexpected in its intensity.

I had imagined revenge. I had imagined making Adrian jealous. I had imagined Vanessa seeing me with another man. I had not imagined how it would feel to have Alex's ’s lips against mine.

My hands instinctively found his shoulders, gripping them as the kiss deepened. I felt the tension I had carried since the beach begin to loosen, replaced by something warmer and far more dangerous.

Alex pulled away just enough to look at me.

His breathing had changed, “So much for no emotions,” he whispered.

I gave him a breathless smile, “Don’t ruin it.”

He smiled back. Then he kissed me again.

The kiss was nothing like the careful comfort he had offered on the beach. It was raw and claiming. His tongue slid past my lips, tasting and demanding my saliva. I moaned into his mouth and clutched his shirt, pulling him closer. Alex lifted me up and carried me towards the dressing table placing me gently down, my legs crossed around his waist, his lips never leaving mine. His palms were warm on my bare skin, his fingers splaying wide as he pushed the fabric up and over my head. My bra followed in seconds, the straps tugged down my arms as the cool air hit my nipples just before his mouth did.

He sucked one hard peak between his lips, his tongue flicking and grazing my nipple with his teeth. I gasped, my head thunking back against the mirror. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him there while he switched to the other breast, sucking until the nipple stood tight and aching. Wet heat pooled between my legs with every pull of his mouth.

“Fuck…. Alex,” I breathed, already trembling. “I… want…. More…. Please….”

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me to the bedroom. My jeans and panties were stripped away in one impatient tug. I lay naked on the dark sheets while he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over every inch of me. Then he dropped to his knees, spread my thighs, and dragged his tongue through my soaked folds in one long, slow lick.

I cried out as my hips jerked in unison with the head he was giving me. He pinned me down with strong hands on my inner thighs and licked again—flattening his tongue against my clit, circling and sucking the swollen bud between his lips. Two fingers slid inside me without warning, curling against that perfect spot while his mouth worked me relentlessly. My back arched off the mattress. I could feel every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers as the obscene wet sounds from my wet pussy filled the room.

“Fuck—Alex—don’t stop,” I begged, my voice cracking. My thighs shook around his head. He groaned against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me, and sucked harder. My orgasm crashed over me so fast I saw white, thighs clamping around his ears as I came on his tongue, flooding his mouth with slick heat.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He stood, yanking his own clothes off. His cock sprang free. It was so big, so thick and the full of veins, and beads of sweat surrounded the tip of his cock. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around the hot length, stroking once, twice. Then I leaned up and took him into my mouth looking up at him while sucking him hard. I had never seen such a huge dick before and I wondered what Vanessa still craved for when her husband was this…. Huge.

Alex hissed, one hand cupping the back of my head. I sucked him deep, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting salt and skin. I bobbed my head in and out, taking more each time until he hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin. I hollowed my cheeks and moaned around him, loving the way his hips twitched and the way his fingers tightened in my hair.

“Jesus, Serena,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so…. fucking good.”

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. “I want you inside me. Now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed me onto my back, hooked my knees over his elbows, and lined up his dick with my pussy. The thick head of his cock nudged my entrance, teasing me and making me look at him, my eyes begging him to just slid that dick in before I do so myself, he teased me again…. Once… twice… then he thrust in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness and the way he filled every inch of me.

He fucked me hard and deep, his hips snapping forward, and those balls of his slapping against my ass with every thrust. The bed creaked beneath us. My breasts bounced with the force of it. I reached down and rubbed my clit in tight circles, chasing another orgasm while he pounded into me.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder—make me forget everything.”

Alex growled, shifting his angle so he hit that spot inside me with every stroke. Sweat slicked our skin. The wet sound of his cock driving into my soaked pussy filled the room and clouded my sense of reasoning. I came again with a broken sob, my walls clenching around him, and my cum milked his cock as pleasure ripped through me.

He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slammed back inside. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise my delicate pussy. He fucked me like he was punishing both of us for what we had seen, for the betrayal, for the years we had wasted on people who didn’t deserve us. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning into the sheets.

“Am…. Gonna… come,” he warned, his voice ragged.

“Cum inside me, Alex,” I begged. “Fill me up.”

He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, hot pulses flooding my pussy. I felt every spurt, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself inside me. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, until he finally pulled out. Cum dripped down my thighs onto the sheets.

We collapsed side by side, staring at the ceiling, our chests heaving. The air smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of his cologne. Alex turned his head toward me, mouth opening like he wanted to say something, but a knock on the door stopped him.

Then a famiar voice called from outside while knocking violently...... My heart started racing..... That was Adrian’s voice.

"Serena..... open the door. I know you are with a man now......"