Drama Romance Web Novels & Dominant Affair Stories

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called his mistress a "quiet arrangement," and a sister on a hospital bed whose treatment bills chained her mouth shut. Raymond thought Claire had nowhere to go. He thought wrong. While he begged for forgiveness on camera, Claire was quietly signing a research contract that would shake three continents, gathering evidence that would burn his empire, and walking straight into the arms of the one man the Whitmores feared more than God, his own estranged cousin, Vincent. And when Raymond finally realized what he had lost, it was already wearing another man's ring.

Drunk, reckless and determined, I moved closer. My body touching his with caution, I lowered my left hand and caressed his zipper area. "Kiss me like no other," I whispered. I felt his body tense. His plain gaze had shifted to that of an intrigued person, as he loved his neck to meet my lips. His dark eyes, filled with equal lust, stared deep into my soul before closing for the kiss. I felt his dick harden as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. Kissing me passionately and yet hard, he groaned. My knees weakened as I collapsed on him. I want more, I want all.... "Uhhhhh, Kat? Katherine" I heard Susan called. I moved back to see her standing with the hundred bucks. She looked bitter, but I don't care. I took the money, smiled at Mr kisser and walked out the room. People don't always make wrong mistakes drunk after all.