The Revenge Of Mistreated Wife

Chapter 1

Irene’s POV

“You think you can just walk around this house like you own the damn place now?” my stepfather barked, slamming his hand on the kitchen counter.

His face was bright red. “Ever since you turned twenty-two you’ve been nothing but disrespectful and reckless. Parading around in those tiny clothes, talking back like I didn’t raise you.”

I stood there with my arms crossed under my chest, pushing my t!ts up.

My blood was boiling. “Raise me? You barely notice I’m alive unless it inconveniences you. Maybe if you weren’t so busy sucking up to your business partners every night, you’d see I’m not a little girl anymore.”

He opened his mouth to snap back when the doorbell rang. My heart did this stupid flip because I already knew who it was.

Victor. My stepdad’s business partner. The man I’d been having filthy dreams about for the past year.

“Get the door,” my stepfather muttered, still glaring at me.

I turned on my heel, my ass swaying in my shorts as I walked.

When I pulled the door open, Victor stood there in his crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms, his dark eyes locking on mine instantly.

He looked bigger than I remembered. That quiet intensity he had always made my thighs press together.

“Evening, Irene,” he said, voice low and smooth.

“Victor,” I answered, biting the inside of my lip. I held the door wider, letting him brush past me.

His arm grazed my chest and I swear my n!pples hardened right there. Fvck, he smelled good.

***

Dinner was torture. Stepdad kept talking business across the table but Victor’s eyes kept sliding to me.

Though they weren’t too obvious, just lingering a second too long on my mouth, then my throat, then the way my t!ts moved when I reached for the water.

Every time our eyes met, I felt a warm pulse between my legs. I was already getting wet.

He looked like he was barely holding it together.

I shifted in my seat, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. God, I wanted his hands on me.

Those big ruthless hands that closed million-dollar deals. I wanted them spreading my legs right here on this table while my stepdad watched.

After dinner my stepfather dragged Victor into the study for their usual late-night meeting. I stormed upstairs still pissed, slamming my bedroom door.

But the anger kept turning into pure want.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Victor’s stare and the way his jaw tightened when he looked at my legs.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I stripped off everything, heart hammering, and slipped into the short silk robe with nothing underneath. The black silk barely reached mid-thigh. It felt cool on my skin and brushed over my hard n!pples when I moved.

I was soaked. I tied the belt loosely so the robe fell open a bit at the top.

I crept downstairs quietly. The house was dim, only the study light showing under the door. Stepdad must have left for a moment because I heard Victor’s deep voice on a call, then silence. I didn’t knock. I just turned the handle and stepped inside.

Victor sat behind the big oak desk, tie loosened, top buttons of his shirt open. When he looked up and saw me, everything in him went still.

His eyes moved slowly down my body. His throat moved as he swallowed.

“Irene,” he said, voice rougher than before. “What are you doing down here?”

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, letting the robe slip a little higher on my thighs. “Couldn’t sleep. Still angry at him. Figured I’d come see if the meeting was over.”

His gaze dropped to where the silk parted over my chest. I wasn’t even trying to hide how hard my n!pples were poking against the thin fabric.

I was breathing fast and could feel myself dripping.

Victor stood up slowly. He was hard. I could see it pressing against his slacks. F*ck. He was big. My mouth watered thinking about it.

“You shouldn’t be in here dressed like that,” he muttered, but he didn’t look away. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “Not with me.”

“Why not?” I stepped closer. My p*ssy clenched just from the way he looked at me. “It’s just a robe, Victor. I’m not a kid anymore. You keep looking at me like you know that.”

He dragged a hand over his mouth, jaw tight. I could see him fighting himself. His fingers kept flexing. “You have no f*cking idea how dangerous this is.”

I smiled, slowly, feeling bold. My clit was throbbing. I wanted to drop to my knees and pull his c*ck out.

Instead I stopped just in front of the desk, close enough that if he reached out he could touch me.

“I think I do,” I whispered. “I see how you look at me during these meetings. Like you want to bend me over this desk and f*ck the att!tude right out of me.”

Victor’s breath hitched. His c*ck twitched visibly in his pants. He took one step around the desk, then another, until he was right in front of me. He felt hot standing so close.

His eyes moved slowly over me, lingering on my t!ts.

He leaned in just a bit, voice barely above a whisper.

“You really shouldn’t be here right now.”