All Chapters of Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Fucked by my Husband’s Boss

Chapter 1The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the quiet suburban street as my sleek black jeep pulled into the driveway. The engine purred to a stop, the only sound breaking the stillness. I exhaled sharply, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel for a brief moment before I reached for the grocery bags in the passenger seat. My day was the same: Pilates class, the errands, the endless mental checklist of things to do; sometimes it pressed down on my shoulders, but I shook it off. I was Home. Finally.I stepped out of the car, the warm air clinging to my skin, my body still flushed from the workout. My black leggings hugged every curve of my legs, the fabric stretched tight over my ass, while my sports bra left little to the imagination, sweat dampened the fabric just enough to make it cling. I balanced the bags in my arms, kicking the car door shut with my hip before making my way to the front door.The house was quiet when I stepped inside; the faint hum of th

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss Pt 2

Chapter 2I quickly brushed the thought of joining them out of my head.I’d just seen my husband buried deep inside his secretary, in the bed we shared, the sheets I’d chosen, the same ones he’d kissed me on only nights ago. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve thrown something, or collapsed, or done anything that made sense for a wife whose world had just been ripped apart.But instead, I felt… free.I slumped forward in my car, pressing my forehead to the steering wheel. My hands were trembling, my throat tight, my mind spinning with flashes of what I’d just seen… his body, her laugh, the look of disgust on his face when he saw me standing there. The engine stayed silent as my headlights washed over the quiet street. I could’ve gone anywhere… to a hotel, to my sister’s place, back to family. But my thoughts drifted somewhere else. Somewhere unexpected.Nicholas.My husband’s boss. His mentor. The man David had always tried to impress and never could.Nicholas was everything David pre

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 3

Chapter 3My fingers trembled against the polished wood, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The encounter with Richard still burned under my skin, a slow, simmering heat that refuses to fade. The way his gaze had traced my body when he thought I wasn't looking, the way his thumb had brushed against my wrist just a second too long when he handed me that last glass of whiskey. Fuck. I press my forehead against the door, my cunt hammering between my thighs. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But God, I want it. I pushed myself off the door, my bare feet silent against the cool marble floors as I move toward the bathroom. The space is a temple of modern indulgence with sleek black tiles, a glass-enclosed shower big enough for three, and a vanity topped with creamy Carrara marble. The mirror above it stretched. They were floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting my back in stark detail. I don't turn on the lights. The dim glow from the hallway is enough, casting long shadows across my

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 4

Chapter 4"Fuck-fuck-" My voice came out raw, desperate. I imagine Richard behind me, his broad chest pressed to my back, his cock thick and heavy against my ass as he whispers dirty things in my ear. You're mine now, Elena. Say it. His hands would be everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my tits, sliding between my legs to feel how wet I am for him. His fingers would sink into me easily, stretching me, preparing me for his cock. I whimper, the showerhead trembling in my grip as I press it harder against my clit. The water is almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I can't stop. Won't stop. My pussy clenches, aching to be filled, and my thighs are slick with my own arousal. "Oh, Richard," I groan, my voice breaking. I can see him, his cold eyes burning into mine as he fucks me against the wall of his office, his suit jacket discarded, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease me with the hard planes of his chest. I'd wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 5

Chapter 5The first rays of the sun crept through the half-drawn curtains, painting my bare skin in pale gold as I stirred beneath the tangled sheets. My body ached in the most delicious way, my thighs still slick with last night's pleasure, my nipples were tight and sensitive against the cool cotton. A slow, breathless moan escaped my lips as I stretched, remembering how naughty I was. Had Richard really come to me? Had his hands truly traced the curve of my waist, or had I dreamed it all? I pressed my palms to my flushed cheeks, as if I could cool the heat, but it only spread lower, pooling between my thighs. God, what is wrong with me? The thought of him...his broad shoulders, his rough hands, the way his voice dropped to a growl when he was being extra protective and sweet. I couldn't stay in bed a second longer. Not with the scent of him still clinging to my skin, not with the throbbing pulse between my legs demanding attention. The bathroom tiles were cold beneath my bare f

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 6

Chapter 6"You're welcome." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek, new phone and sliding it across the island toward me. "I got you a replacement. Figured David might try to track you through your old one." My breath hitched. I hadn't even thought of that. The way Richard's mind worked, he was always three steps ahead, always protecting me. It sent a thrill through me. But then he tossed a set of keys onto the table with a clink, and my pulse spiked. "And a chauffeur, if you need it," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes were sharp, watching my reaction. "Or, if you'd rather drive yourself..." He nodded toward the keys. "That's the BMW. Figured you'd prefer something with a little more power." My fingers trembled as I picked up the keys, the weight of them foreign in my palm. "Richard, this is-this is too much." He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his biceps flexing, veins popping beneath his tanned skin. "Elena." My name was a growl, rough and raw. "I

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 7

Chapter 7I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his thick length, my tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard, my free hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His thighs trembled, his grip on my hair tightening as I bobbed my head, taking him to the back of my throat.“Elena, baby, I’m gonna—fuck” His words dissolved into a groan as I pulled back, my lips leaving his cock with a wet pop. I looked up at him, my eyes dark with lust, my lips swollen and glistening. “Cum for me, Richard,” I whispered, my voice a filthy purr. “Let me taste you.”That was all it took. With a guttural groan, his cock pulsed in my hand, the first hot spurt of cum hit my tongue. I moaned, swallowing eagerly, milking him with my lips and fingers as he spilled down my throat, his taste was rich and musky. I didn’t stop until he was spent, until his cock twitched weakly in my grip, his breath coming in ragged gasps.“Jesus Christ,” he muttered,

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 8

Chapter 8The sleek black Mercedes glided to a stop in front of the towering skyscraper; its tinted windows were dark, and no one could see inside, even if they tried. My fingers trembled around the thick envelope in my lap, the divorce papers crisp and final. My body shook with both anticipation and fear. I exhaled slowly, the scent of leather and expensive perfume filled the car's interior, giving me some type of comfort. This is it. No more lies. No more pretending. Just freedom and the man who had promised to give me everything. I adjusted the cream Chanel suit Richard had gifted me that morning; the silk blouse clung to my curves, and the skirt was short enough to tease the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. The fabric felt a bit weird against my skin as I shifted; the cool air conditioning brushed over my exposed collarbone, and my nipples tightened beneath the thin material as a betraying flush crept up my chest. God, even now, my body reacted to the thrill of this. The

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 9

Chapter 9Richard slammed the door shut behind us with a force that rattled the framed diplomas on the wall, but neither of us cared. My back hit the polished mahogany of Richard's office door before his hands were on me, gripping my waist, hauling me against him. Our mouths crashed together, no finesse, no hesitation, just raw, desperate hunger. His tongue invaded me, thick and demanding, twisting against mine as I moaned into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He tasted like whiskey. I arched into him, my body already melting. He growled, low and possessive, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, I've been waiting all day for this," he rasped against my lips, his voice rough with need. He lifted me effortlessly, my skirt riding up as my legs wrapped around his waist, my kitten heels digging into his lower back. I could feel the rigid outline of his cock straining against his slacks, pressing against the heat between my thighs, and

Fucked by my Husband’s Boss pt 10

Chapter 10The private jet sliced through the twilight sky, its engines a low, steady hum that vibrated through the plush leather seats. I sat across from Richard, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass of champagne, the bubbles long since gone flat. My attention was fixed solely on him. His presence was magnetic, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart pulse quicken. I had spent years trapped in a marriage that had slowly suffocated me, but now, I was free, and the thrill of it coursed through my veins like electricity. Richard reached for the velvet-wrapped box resting on the table between us, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. The soft clink of the latch breaking the silence sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he unfolded the crimson silk inside, revealing a blindfold. It was deep, rich, and impossibly smooth. My breath hitched. "Trust me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated in my chest. There was no question in his tone

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