All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ANANathan steps back, dusting his hands together. “I think we’re ready.”Butterflies are running wild in my stomach. This is the first time, but I feel like myself again,presenting my work for the first time you the world.Nathan did a great job, placing the table right, now let the kitchen and the hospitality team not disappoint us. Not that it’s a surprise, he’s co-host a handful of event with my friend Chloe for years, so they’ve worked together before and he knows what he’s doing.And as much as I’d love to see Chloe, I’m glad she decided to stay home tonight.Last time we saw each other, I was leaving the restaurant to get my car after taking the job from her and at a few parties . And now… I glance down at my still wildly sparkly ring. Well, now, I’m married to the man who owns the restaurant that alone speaks for itself. I blow out a breath and try to focus on today.This restaurant is mostly just one white-washed room, with high ceilings and two well lit walls. The wal

ROMAN My damn chest aches as I watch my wife walk away from me.Her fucking tears.I reach up and rub at the spot over my heart. An unsettling feeling building behind my ribs.How has no one treated her better than how I'm treating her.Anger mixes with the other softer emotions swirling inside me.Why did Ana even agree to marry me? If the people in her life were so fucking horrible that they never ever told her how beautiful she was I take one step.Wanting to go to her.Wanting to hold her.I force myself to stop.This is her night.My hands clench up into fists.Family is meant to support each other. Help each other. Not do whatever it is they did to Ana that's made them not want to even talk to her.Me inviting the people close to me, to my wife’s show, shouldn’t be life changing. It shouldn’t have been enough to put that look in her eyes. The look that said she was grateful to me. For me.I don’t deserve her adoration.Hell, I don’t deserve a single fucking piece of her

ANA Roman pulls his cock out of my mouth. “Jesus, Ana you've wreaked me.” Roman drops his head back against the couch as his hands slide free from my hair. “You sucked the life out of me.” My body tries to laugh, but I’m still a little overwhelmed and it comes out breathless. “That was,” Roman starts to say but his phone rings. We both look over to where it is sitting next to him. Roman rubs a hand down his face. “Shit, I forgot about this call.” “Answer it.” He shakes his head. “Not until I get you off, Moya Roza.” I use his thighs to push myself back to standing. “You can owe me.” I say and give him a sultry smile. Before he can argue, I lean down and press my lips to his. Instead of minding where my mouth just was, Roman’s tongue pushes between my lips. He starts to slide his hands around my waist, like he might pull me down onto his lap and forget he has a business calm to take. So I reach my hand out and tap the phone screen, answering the call for him.

ANAIt gets darker the further down the stairs we go.The light at the top of the stairs fading behind us.But after a few more steps, I notice a new glow of light, one coming from below.“Last two steps,” Roman tells me over his shoulder as he hits the bottom.There’s a small landing,at the bottom of the steps. Beyond that is an open door and another dimly lit room.Roman turns to face me, his huge frame blocking me from the room beyond.His fingers lift and he starts to undo the button of the shirt he made me wear on the sexy little number. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are today?”Roman’s voice is husky and my nipples practically spring to life.I shake my head. “I don’t think you have.”“Then shame on me.” He pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “Because you, my smart wife, are what wet dreams are made of.” Roman reaches behind him and hangs the shirt over the door handle.I want to touch him.Want to undo his shirt like he just did mine, but a muffled sound from the cre

ROMAN I pound my cock into my wife, giving her what she wants. But my eyes don’t know where to focus. On her ass bouncing. Or the sliver of a profile I can see, showing her beautiful expression. Or on the man in the chair, wanting to see what he focuses on. Which parts he likes most.He knows he’s a dead man, but he still has a boner.Because no one could watch Ana in the grips of passion and not get a fucking hard-on.And knowing she’s mine. All fucking mine.I drop the last threads of control, and I just let go.I thrust into my woman and feel her clench around me.I hold her waist tight. Keep her in place as I bury myself as deep as I can go.Pound into her. Make her tits and her ass and her everything jiggle with each thrust.And when I feel her start to squeeze me, I bend forward, placing my chest against her back. So I can reach underneath us. Rubbing that spot where we meet.“Rome,” Ana moans.“What do you need?”“I need, I need to come.”“Right now?” I ask, already c