Cersex Istri Selingkuh Novels & Stories

I held him there until every pulse finished. When I finally let him go, his chin was shiny and his eyes looked dazed. I fixed my habit slowly, tits still out for a second longer, then covered them. “Tomorrow night,” I said, voice soft but firm. “You’re going to do better. And if you’re good… maybe I’ll let you fuck me on the altar.” Footsteps echoed from the far end of the nave. Daniel jerked back like he’d been burned. I straightened, smoothed the habit down, and turned toward the sound — just as Father Elias stepped out of the sacristy doorway, keys jingling in his hand, eyes moving slowly between the two of us.

Nerissa walked more steps towards her. Isabelle didn't move at all. "Stop pestering our marriage, Isabella." "Pestering?" Isabella scoffed. "If I am not mistaken, you might be the one who pestered our marriage when I got kidnapped. Just come to think of it, Nerissa... You took the opportunity of my absence to steal my husband from me, or...you might be even planning to do that even I am just still her girlfriend," Isabella said. Nerissa froze. Then, she chuckled lightly, trying to sound like she's not affected by her words.

SELENE The record keepers…if anyone would know about creatures like Xercer, it would be them, and they might have figured it all out from whatever Tristan told them. I looked at him then…really looked at him, and I knew in that moment that there was no escape from this. Tristan had just pulled a thread in my web of lies that I had hoped would remain hidden forever, and now everything was unraveling before my eyes.

Kaelen recoiled instantly, eyes cold, lips curling. Ezra chuckled darkly. “Filthy whore.” Selera’s eyes flashed. “Say that again...” Kaelen’s voice cut through like a blade. “Why don’t you run back to Lucien? Didn’t he satisfy you that night?” The table froze. Selera paled, then flushed crimson. “That was a mistake! she cried, clinging desperately to Kaelen’s sleeve. “I was drunk, manipulated. I’ve told you a hundred times. You’re my mate. We belong together!”

Cerise furrows her brows in confusion, surely she had her mouth shut? Silence. “So,” Janoir starts “how do you guys know each other?” Cerise chokes, liquid making its way up her nose when she inhaled and both men are nauseated at the sight when snot peeks from her nostril. “Her name is Cerise.” Jean recalls the asked topic, a smug grin thrown to her hot face and Janoir is too endearing to ignore his given ‘duh’. “She’s actually Go. Go Cerise” “Doesn’t ring a bell”

If Chris had at least marked her, then no one but him would have been able to perceive her pheromones. Chris beta came looking for him and was drawn to the sweet scent Selena was giving off unconsciously. Mad with lust, Selena had crawled to him hoping he could put an end to her torment, She hated that part of her, clouded by lust and unable to think, She kissed his Beta, Eric Houston, a decision she came to regret deeply.

Serah started crying again. "I swear it wasn't my plan." I stared at her face trying to understand what she had just said. "What do you mean affair?" "He came to my house last night." My stomach tightened instantly. "No…" "Aurelian walked inside and…" "No." I shook my head slowly. "No, wait." Serah covered her face with both hands. "He compelled me, Iris." I kept staring at her. "What are you saying?" "He said…" She swallowed hard. "He said this wasn't the first time."

The most humiliating part of it was that he ditched her that night for that low life. What kind of style was she giving to him to make him all over her like that? Javier told her that Cassandra and Eros have not slept together, but she knew it was a big, fat lie. Eros has nothing to do with women who were not satisfying him sexually and these days, he had not called her up for sex, neither has he met another woman, so there was no way he wasn't fucking that whore.

Arlo and Soren are annoyingly bending over me from behind to read over my shoulder, and Cerelia leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, golden hair braided back and eyes sharp. We’ve all read enough to be aggravated, but not enough to be satisfied. The damn thing is hundreds of pages long, crammed with notes in Isadora Redgrave’s spidery, slanted hand. “So far it’s mainly just logistics,” Cerelia mutters, flipping a page. “Smuggling routes, blackmail lists, names of judges she has in her pocket.” “And extremely detailed notes on their mistresses, kinks and drug habits,” I add, pushing my hair back from my face. “Is she running a crime syndicate or gossip column?”

Yes, please. I cleared my throat before I start my explanation. "My name is Tessa and I'm a Xerxes, my husband, my mate, your future king is Nero Severus Xerxes. He is a vampire and so am I." I paused trying to get a feel of how crazy did he think I was. Strangely, Emilian stayed quiet. Well, okay... honestly, he looked shocked, his jaw dropped and it seemed like he was ready to put me into the nearest mental hospital in the vicinity. But Emilian remained still, and he let me continue whatever bullshit he thinks I was going to throw at him before confessing that I was indeed joking.