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Eric breaks my thoughts, “I am a vampire, too, as was my wife.” I needed to know if I caused her death, “I’m sorry about her. Did I kill her?” He smiles briefly and it reaches his eyes. Does he not love his wife? Are vampires capable of love? Eric says softly, “No, but you did compel her, and I would like to know how.”

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

Eros looked at her with dilated pupils—he was at war with himself, emotions swirling inside him: rage, frustration, and goddamn desire. He wasn't going to hold back anymore either. So he stepped toward her and grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Do you know what a wife does, Lucy?" he hissed. She didn't answer—their eyes met. "She attends to her husband," Eros continued in a low voice. "In every sense." Lucy froze. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, uncontrollably—she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body reacted differently. "I want you, Lucy. From the first moment you walked through that damn door. From the moment you opened that mouth to argue with me, from the moment you looked at

Ethan’s. The memory of that one night, unplanned and forbidden, burned at the edges of her mind. She had convinced herself it was a mistake, that the heat of the moment had no power beyond its shame. But in the stillness of her marriage bed, she could still feel the ghost of his touch, the sharpness of his gaze, the dangerous ease with which he had disarmed her. Beside her, August stirred. His hand reached over, brushing her arm lightly. “You’re awake,” he whispered in the dark, his voice soft, careful.

The man laughed before he took a deep drink, as if he didn’t believe Hades was being genuine at all. Hades watched him for a long time, his eyes open and filled with a hint of hostility. Damien glanced at him, like he knew Hades would explode if his buttons were pushed any harder. The older gentleman refilled his glass once more. “My wife is good enough, but I can’t say I’m not jealous. What’s it like to fuck a woman like that? To own a woman like that—”

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> "Oh My Gosh! Did you see that?" My wife asks in a hushed whisper. "Of course you did. What am I thinking? They were tits and you're a guy." She says, placing her hand in my lap to judge the extent of my awareness. I was very aware!

He had my full attention. Eric continued. "I've never actually told anyone this, but since you just saw me fuck my wife, for like the third time in two days, what the hell? Early on in our marriage, we got into a bit of a rut. We weren't having much sex. We were working too hard. And we finally scheduled a decent vacation, to Cancun. We promised each other that we would try to have sex as many times as humanly possible on the vacation, to rekindle our romance.

"Neither am I dear," she replied. "But the wives have needs and when the slutty white girls aren't serving our husbands, they have to serve us." She continued to finger my pussy. If she had rubbed my clit I would have cum. I was starting to get dizzy with pleasure, but I did my best to try and focus on what she was saying. "So, if I want Jerome's cock, I have to make you cum first," I said, stating the obvious.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

He asked all hastily. "Nothing. It just, I can't see my wife would be like that. So I took her here. I guess she is disturbed with all these." Eric said while winking at me. Wife, my foot. To be continued..... Till the next time Purva Narang Your writer