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Valentina's POV This has to be a dream. It’s just a nightmare—a terrible, haunting nightmare. So wake up and end this. A faint and distant voice whispered in my ears, trying to delude me into believing that the sight before me wasn’t real—that my husband of six years wasn’t holding another woman in his lap, wasn’t kissing her neck, leaving marks on her skin as if she were the most precious gem. And that woman… wasn’t Caelina. “Damien, I want you. Please, I really want you now,” Caelina whispered to my husband, her eyes closed as soft moans escaped her lips.

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

I woke up, my eyes wide, my chest heavy with the weight of my racing breath, the remains of desire still lingering in my mind. It felt so real, his touch, his kisses…..the feeling of his cock pushing between my p*ssy lips and entering me. It felt so real…. Yet, it was not. This wasn't the first time I had this kind of dream or imagination of my husband f*cking my brains out of me since I got better. In fact, it became a recurring dream, one day I'll admit I anticipated every night I sighed heavily, twisting around and putting off the alarm clock. I groan as I fell back on my back, my eyes on the ceiling

I could feel the old couple moving around above me, and my hips began to hump the old lady's smooth dress that covered her leg. I felt Edit reach down to begin to jack me off and I raised my mouth up off of her husband to look over to see him kissing her and playing with her saggy old tit, while she was still holding the brush up my ass with one hand, and jacking me off with the other. Edith's dress was off of one shoulder revealing her tit for her husband and when she saw me looking up at them, she pulled my head towards her old tit.

Jeremy, Jonathan, and James were enjoying dinner with the television broadcasting Caraline and Diego's wedding preparations. "This is one hell of a wedding," Jonathan said, his gaze not leaving the television, which was now showing the wedding decorations. "You're right, Jonathan," Jeremy replied, "I hear Henry Hulbert will be attending the wedding." "So what happened to... Deric?" asked James suddenly, "isn't he still Caraline's husband?" Jeremy chuckled. "Looks like she's starting to realize who the flawed man she married a few months ago is. I'd wager that by now she's kicked that cripple Deric out. Of course, anyone would choose Diego over that useless man."

Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him phy

I made sure granny was still sleeping before going out to the staircase. As I climbed up I saw the room was locked. I tried the keys from the bunch of keys Kathir had given me and after seven tries I opened the room. The room was full of cobwebs and old things. I went out and closed the door behind me and walked on the terrace. It was so hot outside just like it is in my heart. When I ponder over my life, what wrong did I do except that I love my husband? I gave into a natural feeling in college but it was a mistake and soon after I realized that it was a mistake, I came out of it. But Arjun is stupid to think that I betrayed him and married him for his wealth. If at all he listens to me onc

"No, i already ate my supper out!" How selfish. I thought. That he would have his own dinner out and not take me along or bring me anything. Like I never existed. I longed for a relationship where my husband loved me. Where he took me to eat out and gave me warm kisses and hugs. I was starting to wish of a new lover. If only I would be blessed enough to be granted a young lover who was still willing to love me even after finding out I had an old obsessive and abusive husband wouldn't have been a bad idea. I spent my day during the trip fantasizing about him. What he would look like. I dreamt of him. I had seen him in my dreams, fantasies.

Much love, xx ~~ btw, I've got a new book and it should be up today on my profiIe. It’s called FALLING FOR MY HUSBAND. It'd be nice to see you guys there. It's my first take on an arranged marriage trope and it’s a bit lighter than this one ;) thank you again