All Chapters of ENTANGLED AFFAIRS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Touch yourself," he ordered.She obeyed, her fingers finding her clit."Yes," he hissed. "Make yourself cum."Vivian stroked herself, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building."Wait for me, stop rushing," the man growled.She nodded, biting her lip.He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic."Now, cum for me you little slut" he commanded.Vivian cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, sweat leaving her skin. The man groaned, finding his own release inside her.They lay there for a moment, catching their breath."That was good, really good," Vivian said softly.He nodded. "You're such a good slut, you always deliver."She smiled. "It's what you pay me for."The man kissed her once more, then got comfortable on the bed."My wife might just die," he said. "The cancer might just definitely kill her, and I'm not cheating on my wife, man got needs, I need to fuck."Vivian sat up, watching him. "Of course."The man looked at her, a glint i

Vivian turned on her heel, walking out of the study without looking back. She knew that this was just the beginning, but she was ready for it. She would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, no matter the cost.Vivian left the study a few minutes later, storming down the hall, her face tight with fury. She entered the guest room she’d used before and began tossing her things into a suitcase.“I’ll do anything to get what I want,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Anything.”A Davenport driver dropped her off at Jasper’s apartment complex. She knocked twice. The door opened moments later.Jasper stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing instantly. “Why are you here?”Vivian shoved past him, her suitcase wheels rattling. “Why don’t you ask your pa, sweetie,” she said sweetly, tossing her hair and heading upstairs.Jasper slammed the door shut and immediately pulled out his phone. “What the hell are you playing at?” he barked once the line connected.Mr. Davenport’s voice was ca

(Clara v Julian pov)"Isn't that her?"Clara paused, her fingers brushing over a silk dress on the rack. Her ears perked up as the low whispers crept through the brightly lit boutique."I think that’s the woman one of the Davenport twins married.""Yeah, I heard it was Julian—God, such a shame. The guy’s barely smiled since the wedding.""No honeymoon either. Right after the wedding, he went back to the office like nothing happened."Another voice snickered, “Did you see their wedding photo? His smile was so stiff, looked like he was being forced at gunpoint.”Clara turned slowly. Two women across the room quickly averted their eyes, pretending to admire handbags.She smiled coldly and called out, “Manager!”The manager, a petite woman in a tight black dress, rushed over. “Yes, Mrs. Davenport?”Clara slapped her across the face.Gasps erupted from across the boutique.“This,” Clara said, voice calm and poised, “is for letting your clients talk rudely in your shop. Run your business be

“I’m giving you what you wanted,” he said, darkly. “Time to have our honeymoon. Let me fuck you till you beg and scream.” Clara struggled as he pushed her onto the bed.“No. This isn’t what I want.”He climbed over her, his breath reeking of alcohol.“Yes it is. You’re my slut. I made that clear when you married me." He bit her neck roughly, his hands tearing at her robe.Clara tried to push him off, but he was too strong. Too drunk. She whimpered, fear and rage swirling in her stomach.He tore her panties off. “Julian, please,” she gasped. “Not like this.”He didn’t listen. He flipped her over, yanking her hips up.“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” he grunted, plunging inside her without warning.Clara cried out, her face pressed into the pillow as he pounded into her relentlessly.“Beg for me, my wife,” he hissed. “Beg like a good little slut.”She gritted her teeth. “Never.”He laughed, his movements becoming rougher, faster. “You will.”Clara squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip u

“Too late for that,” Clara said with a smirk.“Good,” he murmured. “Because I was planning on offending them a little more.”He reached across the table and brushed her fingers.Clara pulled her hand back, only to trace the rim of her wine glass. “You’re very smooth.”“You’re very tempting.”“Are you trying to score a deal with the Davenports through me?”Adrian leaned forward. “Clara, if I wanted favors, I’d have courted Julian. You… you’re something else. Something rare.”Clara tilted her head. “And what do you want from me, really?”He paused, then his voice dropped. “Everything you’re willing to give.” he said holding her hands in his.She didn’t pull away.“Bold words from a man who doesn’t even know me,” she said softly.“I know enough. You’re trapped in a loveless marriage. You’re ambitious. You’re tired of being ignored.” He leaned closer. “And you’re curious about what it’s like to be truly wanted.”Adrian stood up and offered his hand. Clara hesitated for a heartbeat, then