All Chapters of DEADLY SEDUCTION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It is Monday, morning light spilled in through the curtains, soft and golden, but Elena barelynoticed it. Her body still ached in places that reminded her of the night before—her thighstender, her lips swollen, the faint sting on her hips where Alex’s fingers had pressed into her likehe wanted to carve his mark. She should have been angry, humiliated even, but instead she feltalive. Claimed.Alex had left the bed before her, his side cold now, but she could still smell him in the sheets. Itwas enough to pull a small smile to her lips. For the first time in months, she felt like a wifeagain. Not just the ornament on his arm or the quiet woman waiting for scraps of affection. Lastnight, Alex had taken her like she was his, and even if the sex was rough, angry, even cruel—especially cruel—she convinced herself it was passion. That it meant something. That maybe hehad been testing her, punishing her, and now she had proven herself worthy.She rose slowly, careful not to let the s

Alex didn’t pull out.He stayed inside her, his cock still twitching, his body heavy on top of hers. His chest rose andfell against hers, their slick skin sticking together. The maid’s hands stroked his back lazily, hereyes closed, lips parted in a satisfied sigh.Elena’s nails scraped the wall until they hurt. That sound—contentment—was something shehadn’t heard from Alex in months.After a long, shuddering breath, Alex pushed up onto his elbows. His cock slipped halfway outof her before he slid back in slowly, deliberately, making her moan again.“Already dripping,” he muttered, almost to himself, his eyes locked on the sight of her pussyswallowing him back in. “Fuck, look at that.”The maid gasped, trembling as his slow grind built back into something more. “Alex—oh God—you’re still hard…”He smirked, his chest glistening with sweat. “You thought I was done?” He thrust again, deeperthis time, making her cry out. “Not a fucking chance.”Elena bit her lip so hard she tasted bl

Alex kept her pinned to the floor, his thrusts punishing, unforgiving, until the maid’s bodytrembled beneath him. But he wasn’t finished—he yanked her up by the hair, dragging her backagainst his chest. Her legs barely held her, his cock still buried inside her.“On the counter,” he barked, shoving her forward.She stumbled, half-running, half-dragged, until her body slammed against the marble kitchencounter. He bent her over, face pressed into the cold stone, ass high.He shoved himself back inside, harder than before, one hand gripping her throat, the otherpressing her head down flat. The maid gasped, her voice breaking. “Fuck—Alex—yes—”His teeth bared, his breath ragged in her ear. “Keep talking about my wife and I’ll ruin you.”Her laughter was breathless, taunting. “She doesn’t know how good you feel inside me…doesn’t know how deep you go when you’re angry.”Alex’s hand clamped down on her throat tighter, cutting her words into broken gasps. His hipsslammed against her, th

The shower scalded her skin, but she didn’t care. She stood there under the spray, letting itburn, letting it wash off the smell of betrayal that clung to her even though she hadn’t touchedthem. She scrubbed until her arms ached, until her chest went raw. And when the water rancold, she stayed. Because the silence in that bathroom was easier than what waited outside.Eventually, she stepped out. Wrapped herself in a towel. Moved like a machine, like she wasn’teven inside her body anymore. She slid into her nightgown, climbed into bed, and lay flat on herback staring at the ceiling.Minutes later, Alex came in. Fresh from his own shower, hair damp, chest bare, smelling likesoap and cologne. Like nothing had happened. Like he was the man she had married, not theone she had just watched destroy her.The mattress dipped under his weight. His warmth pressed against her side. His arm slid aroundher waist.“Elena,” he whispered, voice low, lips brushing her shoulder.She stiffened. S

The silence in their bedroom was war.Elena’s back was to Alex, her body curved against the sheet, her breathing calm. Too calm. Alexlay beside her, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. His hand itched to touch her, to roll her ontoher back, to bury himself in her the way he used to. But every time he reached for her, sheturned stiff as stone, her silence sharper than words.He hated it. He hated how she denied him, how she controlled the very thing he once thoughtwas his territory.And yet, she wasn’t cold. She didn’t fight. She just… withdrew. Smiled in front of people,touched his arm at the right moments, played the perfect wife in the daylight — and left himstarving at night.By the third week, Alex was unraveling.Elena noticed everything. She wore silk slips to bed, not for him, but for the way they clung toher skin, making his chest rise and fall faster in the dark. She’d bend in front of him to picksomething, not enough to give herself away, but enough to make him hard.