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Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

I. His pinewood and leather scent envelopes my being as he leans in, letting out hot breaths against my ear. I can feel the blush spread from my ears to my face. Renzo's rough fingers caress my cheek. Though subtle, it sends my entire body burning from need. Pulling back, our eyes lock, dark amusement sparkling in his as he whispers, sending goosebumps all over my skin. "Hotcake, you will surrender yourself to me one day. And you will accept every pleasure and pain I give you. Bye, MY Wife" My Wife?

Her heart was palpitating as she felt intense hotness under her thighs. "Let me go" she whispered. "How can I let you go, when you banged into my room without my permission? I never let you into the room remember? So tell me what do you want from me" James' masculine voice whispered in her ears. Has he moved even nigher to her? Catherine felt weak, surprisingly, she lacked the urge to push him away, She truly desired to be kept hostage under his arms forever, however, James gently pushed her away from his warm arms and said.

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

"You don't know what kind of woman you are married to Mr Goenka. You will do the same when I...' Samanvay's face twisted bitterly and eyes hardened in pure rage as he raised his hand to stop her. "I will never ever raise my hand on my Queen, Mrs Oberoi. That's just not my style. I would rather kill myself before hurting My Queen. Also, My wife doesn't need another slave to sate her sexual needs when She already has one," he said in his thick British accent, raising his brows and pointing a finger at himself. "I don't know about your husband but I am man enough to satisfy my wife thoroughly. We have a wild sex life and she is happy with it. " Manya snapped her head to Samanvay. Shocked, "You

I need to keep my eyes open becuase she is a huntress who like to hunts. "Mr. Matthews, where is your beautiful wife? We have heard she is so beautiful and hollywood's well known number one model. You must be very lucky to have a sexy model of a wife." one of the business investor from the recent project spoke taking a sip of his drink while his wife sat down beside him giving me seductive looks. Proving me that she is a pure whore and wants to get on the bed with me but too bad I she is not my type.

I said coldly before walking away from him. “If I wanted that, I wouldn’t be here,” his words halted me in my steps. He had the nerve to show me his fake love. I turned my face back to him and crossed my arms. “My mate leaves me alone when my sister dies. I saw my mate marrying someone else, I understood his circumstances. Yet my mate leaves me alone again in my first heat and cheats on me while I can’t even call that cheating on me because technically, she is his wife so mating with him makes me a whore but having sex with his wife is nothing wrong though he has a mate. If I would have heard about this from someone else, I would have never believed them but I saw you with her. All your I wa

It's not like that's stopped me before. Fuck. Why is it always the rich dudes with the hottest chicks? He could look like a total dweeb and still have a hot fuck in his bed every single night. All he has to do is flash his platinum card and wiggle a suggestive eyebrow, whereas everyday working men like myself have to be a bit more creative. I really hate how lately the best I can do is hooking up with his leftovers. Even my own damn wife. I can't prove they've even done anything, which is another thing. We'd already be divorced if I could have just proven that she was a whore. But she and McKaine, whatever they've been up to, have been too damn careful. Everyone else might think I'm crazy, o

He still stubbornly held me, which made me strike his face. At last, that managed to make him release me, but his eyes were still filled with determination not to let me go. I knew his unyielding nature too well. “Sir, I don’t know who she is. But touching someone else is a crime.” “You are my wife.” This crazy bastard. Now he was claiming me as his wife. I truly wanted to scream those words in his face, but I forced myself to control my breathing. “Your wife? Wasn’t she already dead? I don’t know who she is.”

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"