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Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

I ended up having a high fever for the three days. It turned out that he had accompanied Philippa to a luxury brand's limited-edition 'Lover's Workshop'. On the fourth of November, one of the branches of my cafe caught on fire. I was slightly injured, but I still ended up with a miscarriage. I sobbed my tears out in the hospital. I called Jason multiple times, but no one picked up. It turned out that he was with Philippa at a beauty spa. On the sixth of November after the miscarriage, I was recovering at home, all depressed. He gave me a vinyl collector's edition of The Lovers. He said that he had asked a favor from his friend and had taken a long time to find it.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Then, all your problems will be solved," Bronson suggested, turning to Landon. Emma's face flushed with anger. "Uncle, who told you my husband can just hire a housekeeper whenever he pleases?" "Emma, why are you being so modest?" Bronson chuckled, crossing his legs. "Isn't your husband an executive? He's very successful, drives a Bentley, and wears designer clothes." "Just because I married a good man doesn't mean I've forgotten about my mother. My mom has sacrificed a lot for me over the years," Bronson sighed dramatically. "You know your father is good for nothing, only cares about himself.

‘When my husband lays on top of me, and his dick sinks in, I thank the lord that humans can’t read my mind because all I see and all I crave is his brother. That was the part where I should have shut the laptop, instead, I slowly sank to the floor and read even more. ‘My husband fucked like he was afraid to break me, but that was what I wanted, to be broken. To be used, choked, slapped and tossed around like a little slut, and every time I picture my fantasy coming true, hazel eyes look down at me. Arms strong enough to knock the life out of me squeezed my neck just enough for me to see stars.

he told me, “I have been friends with him for such a long time and I know how he operates. I put a lot in place for this and it won’t end so easily. As long as he does what I ask him, I promise you will be safe. You are not a bad person, I feel for you. The food will get cold, you need nourishment for you baby” I didn’t answer him, I just watched him make his way out of the room while I slumped back on the bed. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there but I slowly drifted off to sleep and somehow I found myself and my husband in that dream. In my dream, I was walking down the aisle with Dominic, we both looked so happy. It was my dream wedding, everything was perfect but the more I walked down, t

He was the type of man I imagined as the male lead in the erotic books I read. I was sad that my husband was leaving, but I was also excited to stay with his dad. My earlier drama about feeling embarrassed? Yeah, that was just an act. Truthfully, I wanted to live under the same roof as him. At least I’d be safe—and near the man I fantasized about in my erotic dreams. He was one of the reasons I married my husband in the first place. Apollo prepared a delicious dinner for us. He was probably a better cook than I was. My husband talked about his work on the ship, and I let them have their father-son conversation.

I mean, of course, I felt how horny this dream was making me, but the smell was something else. And there it was again — a smell so powerful in a dream when I could never before remember smelling anything. This was a dream I’d never forget. “He’s going to fuck me now,” I said to my husband. “And do you know why?” “So we can get a pot of gold?” Oscar asked. I shook my head. “No. Because I want him to, and, deep down, I think you want that, too. Am I right?” “I don’t know,” Oscar said, but he was lying.

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.