The CEO'S Forgotten Promise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Emily“Tom, please… I need your mouth on me,” Emily moaned, her voice husky with desperate need as she lay back on the bed, her legs still trembling from the intense pleasure he had already given her.She could not believe how bold he had become. Sara remained tied to the chair in the corner of the room, forced to watch every single second of their passion. The thought sent a fresh wave of wicked excitement through Emily’s body. Tom had never been this ruthless before, and knowing that his wife was suffering only made the moment hotter.Tom’s eyes darkened with raw hunger as he moved down her body. He gripped her thighs firmly and spread them wide apart, exposing her glistening pussy completely. “You want my tongue, baby?” he growled, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. “Then beg for it while she listens.”Emily’s back arched slightly, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Yes… eat my pussy, Tom. Please. Make me cum on your tongue while she watches.”Without hesitation, Tom low

Sara“Tom… please… stop this,” Sara whispered brokenly from the chair, her voice barely audible over Emily’s loud moans, but the words felt useless the moment they left her lips.She could not look away. The silk ties bit painfully into her wrists and ankles, holding her in place so she had no choice but to watch every horrifying detail unfolding on the bed that used to be theirs. Tom was behind Emily now, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust deeply into her ass with powerful, rhythmic strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with Emily’s shameless cries of pleasure filled the entire room, each one stabbing straight into Sara’s heart like a knife.Tears streamed down Sara’s face uncontrollably, hot and endless. Her chest felt tight, as if someone had reached inside and squeezed her heart until it could barely beat. How could the man she had once loved with her whole soul do this to her? How could he be so cruel, so deliberately vicious, forci

“Tom… please… don’t do this to me,” Sara whispered brokenly from the chair, her voice trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. But the words barely left her mouth before a flood of memories crashed over her like a violent wave. She was suddenly transported back to that sunny afternoon in the park three years ago, when Tom had dropped to one knee with a small velvet box in his hand. His eyes had been full of love and nervous hope as he looked up at her. “Sara, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. I’ll chase you forever if I have to. Please… marry me and let me spend the rest of my life making you happy.” She remembered how he had pursued her relentlessly in the beginning. He would show up at her small apartment every single day after work, holding a fresh bouquet of her favorite flowers...white roses mixed with delicate baby’s breath. Even when she told him she wasn’t ready, he never gave up. He would stand outside her door with that charming smile and sa

Kingsley“Damn it, Sara, pick up the phone,” Kingsley muttered under his breath, his thumb pressing the call button for the third time in quick succession.He paced across the polished wooden floor of his spacious living room, the city lights twinkling through the large floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. The line rang only once before it switched off abruptly, cutting straight to voicemail without giving him a chance to leave a message. Kingsley stared at the dark screen in disbelief, a tight knot of worry twisting harder in his chest. He tried dialing again immediately, but the same thing happened ... the call ended instantly, as if someone had deliberately turned the phone off.Something was definitely wrong. Sara had rushed out of his place earlier that evening after receiving that urgent call from Mariah, her face pale and filled with panic. She had barely explained anything before leaving, and now she wasn’t answering. Kingsley’s mind raced with worst..case scenarios. Had

Tom McCarthy For one fleeting second, as Tom thrust deep into Emily’s welcoming body in missionary position, a sharp pang of guilt pierced through the haze of lust and anger clouding his mind. He looked down at her flushed face, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, her lips parted as she moaned softly beneath him. For that brief moment, he wished things weren’t like this. He wished he was still the man who came home every evening to a peaceful marriage, the one who once believed in the sacred promises he had made at the altar. The weight of what he was doing ...humiliating Sara so cruelly while buried inside another woman ...settled heavily on his chest, making his movements falter for just a heartbeat.But then the memories rushed back in, hot and bitter, drowning the guilt instantly. The shame Sara had brought into their marriage. The cheating. The lies. The nude photos and videos of Sara being fucked that had made him look like a fool in front of everyone. The way she had dest