A Married Life That Crosses The Line 소설 & 이야기

“You should do something better than stalking me.” “I was about to do something productive until a certain something fucked that up.” Croix shielded me from the crowd with his arms while his length dumped into my clit repeatedly. “But I can’t help not knowing what you’re doing, where you are and who you’re with.” “We can’t do this anymore. We are siblings and I’m married.”

“Really? Because you looked like a couple of filthy adulterers to me. You even used your tongue in that video! But you still insist you’re innocent? “If you’re being stalked, call the damn police! You had ‘no choice’ but to make out with a married man? Please, this isn’t an idol drama.” James looked livid. One of his friends hurriedly tried to talk me down. “Come on. Wendy, you and James have been married for ages! Don’t you know what he’s like? He would never mess around under our noses.” I shot back, “Right, because he’s messing around in front of your noses. Are you gonna cover your friend when he cheats and raise his bastard kids?”

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

“This can’t happen again.” I watch as she walks away. She’s right. I can have sex with anyone, she can have sex with anyone as well, but we shouldn't have sex with each other, it's a line we shouldn’t have crossed. Saying it’d be a one-time thing was a lie, this is the start of something that I can’t stop. I want her again, I know I’m wrong. An open marriage isn't my excuse, she is. Somehow Noah makes me do things I’d never find myself doing in a million years, and what’s worse? I don't regret it.

A harsh, whistling hiss escaped his teeth, his jaw locking so tight the bone looked like it was about to snap. "She did this," Leo growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that didn't even sound human. His fingers lightly brushed the edge of the red scratches, his touch surprisingly gentle for a split second before his grip turned back to iron. "Maria did this to you." "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice cracking as I tried to pull my collar back up. "It’s over. I came here to tell you that I'm done. I'm breaking this off. We are stopping this right now."

“I saw you in bed with Maria when I was nine years old. She is a maid too, isn’t she? You were in bed with her, still are. So, I can’t figure out what your problem with my mother-in-law is being one?” “Gavin, you are crossing the limits.” “And you crossed them the way before. Still, you are doing fine.“ “Gavin,” “Mom, we are leaving,” I grabbed my new wife’s hand. “Thanks for this wonderful dinner. It was perfectly awful.” And then we left, at least for the night.

She wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that this family was tearing Cross apart in front of her, or the quiet, bitter satisfaction she felt that his lies were catching up to him. Still, she said nothing. She couldn’t afford to slip—not when the stakes were this high. "Cross has always been reckless, but marriage? This is a joke. A sick, twisted joke," Malita muttered, pouring herself another glass of wine.

This was one rabbit hole I could not let myself jump into. “Then what is happening?” she pushed, wanting answers. “Because from here, it looks like I was there for you for months, and the second she wakes up, I’m suddenly not wanted anymore.” “It’s not that,” I said. “I crossed a line with you while I was still technically married. That’s on me, because I wasn’t free.” I had taken vows, and now Cassie was awake and I wasn’t happy I’d broken them. Yes, our marriage was over… just not yet. Soon.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” His brow lifted. “Touchy.” “And stop speaking about me like I’m some object you set on a table between you.” Dante’s smile changed. And I realized I just snapped at Dante. He leaned back and gave me a long, considering look. “You should keep a tighter leash on your wife, Cross.” “I am not a dog,” I said sharply. “So don’t talk about me like I need a leash.” Dante tapped a finger lightly against his glass. “Tell me, Cross. Do you ever wonder whether merger marriages are doomed from the start?”