All Chapters of The Price of Bought Passion : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I’ll admit honestly — for a moment, I completely forgot about Marina. Enchanted by the green of my husband’s eyes, I was ready to follow them to the ends of the earth. After changing quickly and paying for the purchase, we were almost out of the store when my friend suddenly appeared.“Are you two already leaving?” the blonde asked, surprised — and in that instant, my spellbound haze over Kirill evaporated like a popped bubble.“Yes, that’s enough for today,” my husband declared flatly. “We need to go home.”“Well, alright…” Marina glanced at us attentively. “But before we leave — Vicky, let’s run to the restroom real quick. I can’t hold it anymore!”“I’ll wait in the car. And you have five minutes. If you’re not back, I’ll come drag you out of the stall with no panties on!” Kirill snapped irritably — Marina was clearly ruining all his plans.“Minimum ten minutes!” my friend shot back.“What can you possibly do in a restroom for ten minutes?!” Kirill groaned, brows merging in frustrat

A few more days flew by in our family nest.My tactic for seducing my husband was in full force — used at every opportunity.My period still hadn’t started, showing up only as the occasional tiny bit of spotting after sex.The absence of a full cycle worked in my favor — it supported my plan perfectly.I had slipped so deeply into the role of the seductive wife that even I couldn’t do without it anymore.I used everything: intriguing lingerie sets, outfits, accessories, and all my purchases from the sex shop.Kirill’s face stretched in pure shock when, one afternoon after putting the kids down for their nap, I walked into his home office, locked the door behind me, and dropped my silk robe.Underneath, I wore a pink lace bodysuit with quick access to all my most intimate places.I approached my stunned husband and began kissing him greedily myself, one hand fisting in his chestnut hair.His hands immediately traveled over my body — but I pushed them away and stepped back.His eyes wer

“Take it off yourself,” I huffed, fully understanding exactly how he intended to “relieve my tension.”Honestly, my knees were shaking so badly that even that method wouldn’t help right now.Kirill opened his mouth — clearly to say something snarky and almost certainly indecent — but before he could, a stunning man with a sleek bob approached us.“You’re already here! Hello, my name is Steisha, and I’ll be the lead blogger for this session,” she said, extending her hand and smiling warmly.Beautiful. So beautiful that I immediately felt even more self-conscious.That’s what confidence does to a person. Mine, meanwhile, had decided to run for its life today.We greeted her, and she led us into the studio where the filming would take place.The set was arranged like a cozy living room in dark gray tones: a large soft cream-colored couch, two smaller loveseats, and a few armchairs.In front of the seating area stood a small black coffee table with a couple of water bottles and some glass

I came to when I felt something cold and unpleasant touching my lower abdomen. Opening my eyes, I realized I was in some kind of room filled with medical equipment. A catheter was attached to the vein in my arm, the entire lower half of my clothing — including my underwear — was gone, and someone was running an ultrasound probe over my stomach.“Oh, you’re awake,” said the doctor — a strict-looking woman in her forties with a high bun and glasses. Her gaze shifted between me and the monitor. “Good. Alena, write down the data,” she instructed the nurse before turning back to me. “I need to gather some information from you. Date of your last period?”“Uh…” I froze at the question, overwhelmed by everything happening. “I don’t remember… It was almost two years ago. I haven’t had a period since giving birth.”“When did you give birth?” the doctor continued dryly, still focused on the monitor while simultaneously dictating something to the nurse.“Last year, on May thirty-first.”“Any othe

A few days earlierKirill Yartsev:Several days have already passed since the wedding, yet the euphoria hasn’t faded at all.She’s mine.Now she’s completely and irrevocably mine.I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to belong only to her, but she will definitely belong only to me.Cheating on me? Even if she wanted to—she won’t be able to. I’ll simply remove any candidates for that role by any means necessary, that’s all.When I had that involuntary abstinence before the wedding, turns out it was easier.But now? Now I just can’t stop. The more time I spend with her, the more I want her—everywhere and always. Her body, her scent, her moans—they play in my head nonstop, like a stuck film reel.Having a hard-on has basically become my natural mental and physical state.I just need to close my eyes, and I see Vicky in white lingerie, arching toward me with a diamond plug in her delicious ass and my cum slowly dripping from her pussy. That image burned itself into my brain and refuses to le