All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My cheeks must have been blotchy from tears when he let me in and through to the living room. I sat down on his sofa and tossed my bag onto the floor, crumpling over with my elbows on my knees as I tried to compose myself. He was right there beside me, kneeling on the floor, but he didn’t put his hands on me, just waited.“I’m sorry,” I said again. “I just… I couldn’t stay there…”“What happened? Did he hurt you?”The tears kept coming, silent as I struggled for breath.“He, um… no. He didn’t hit me or anything… he just…”“Did he hurt your mother?”“No. She’s still loved up, and she doesn’t know.” “Doesn’t know what? What did he do to you, Rosie?”Time for honesty. I caught my breath before I spoke.“I threatened him. I told him that next time I’d go to the police, no matter what, and I’d catch him on camera, and I’d tell them, and I wouldn’t let it go.”“Good. And then what happened?”“I called him weak, and then I went to bed. I thought that was it. I put my earbuds in, so I couldn’

Almost all of my life I’d been a shrinking violet, too scared of pushing boundaries to get what I wanted, but another look into Julian’s gorgeous green eyes that morning had me desperate. For once I needed to pluck up the courage to be daring. To be risqué. To be… sexy.I’d heard about it a thousand times over, from book heroines. I’d seen it in Mum, in person. The way she’d smile and flutter her eyes. The way she’d positioned herself for Scottie was a promise of what lay ahead in the bedroom. So, I tried to emulate it. Kind of. I bit my lip, trying not to look awkward as hell as I twisted my body to the side. I hoped my tight, white worktop would show off my tits. What little I had of them. Shame he couldn’t see the lace of my bra underneath…Julian noticed the difference in those few tiny seconds, straightening up and putting his mug back on the counter.“What would you like to eat?” he asked me, as a clear distraction. “I know your work shift starts soon, so I’ll get my chef hat on

JULIANMy addiction flared to the surface. I had no resolve, boundaries nothing but filth, the temptation too hard to fight. Bubblegum bodywash the glorious scent of coconut, and the sweet sensation of her hot mouth around my thumb.Rosie wasn’t like the flirtatious students in my college classes, or the grinning girls who’d given me the eye for months on end, walking around my house along with my daughter. Rosie was a blank canvas. Untouched. Her actions said more than words could ever say. Her innocence was obvious by the way she sucked, swirling her tongue in a frenzy. Her enthusiasm was more than I could take.My body took over, nothing but pure white heat behind my eyes as I pulled my thumb free and set my mouth on hers. My kiss wasn’t tender. My tongue wasn’t gentle. I gripped her face in my hands and possessed her mouth with the desperate kind of lust that drove me wild.She whimpered at the shock, dithering just a little before her senses flew free with mine. Instincts met ins

ROSIEI coaxed Julian with everything I had. I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist and ground against him, out of control. I was going insane with the need to feel him inside me. But he wouldn’t give it. I knew that. He’d meant what he said. So, I’d take what I was given, just as he told me to. And right now, I needed to feel him on my pussy – cunt – teasing my sweet spot the way he’d teased the rest of me.I was naked and exposed, but it felt secondary to lust. My shyness was lost to the craziness as he brushed some stray hair from my face. He was still in his suit, composed over me. Such a contrast, it made me want him even more.“Please,” I said. “Play with my cunt, Julian.”It felt so strange to say that word, but he loved it. It made him smile.I could have cried out in relief when he moved to my side and trailed his fingers down my stomach. My nipples were still bullet-hard as I gripped the headboard, my legs spreading naturally as his hand kept on moving. I wondered i

I followed him into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa. He placed his orange juice on the coffee table but took a whisky bottle from down the side. He swigged a shot back before offering it to me. I shook my head.“I’m still married, Rosie. On paper, anyway. I have, had, a family, back in Oxford.”The thought was surprisingly weird like it punched me. I felt bizarrely jealous.“You’re married?”“Indeed, yes. My wedding ring is in the bedside drawer. I’m surprised you haven’t found it yet, considering you managed to locate the stash of filth in my wardrobe.”The heat bloomed on my face.“No. I haven’t looked in your bedside drawer.”“Ah, ok,” he told me. “Well, as I said. You’d find my wedding ring in there if you did.”Sometimes it’s the weirdest questions that come into your head.“What’s her name?”“Sorry?”“Your wife. What’s her name?”He half shrugged. “Katreya.”“How old is she?”He didn’t hesitate in answering this time.“Forty-seven. There are just shy of two year