Romans & histoires Seducing Married Men

Susan said immediately she left. "I also guess I will have to go on with my plan by seducing him." I said. "Go for it girl" Susan hyped as I just rolled my eyes. I went to meet my so called husband as I stood beside him and gave him the most wonderful smile ever. I exchanged greetings with some of his friends and business partners. *FEW HOURS LATER* "I'm fucking married just like that." I muttered to myself as I walked behind Jayden. I couldn't stop but to admire his masculine back, I wish I could feel it.

If things went well, she'll take her sister's advice and confess to that cold hearted Man. If he dared reject her, she would just have to drag him to a marriage registry office to register their marriage. Once she becomes his wife, she'll see how he will escape her claws. She will do anything even if that means seducing him. She smiled thinking about how that expressionless man will react if she decides to seduce him. She chuckled amused only to turn around and find her sister looking at her with amusement. " I wonder who is so unlucky to catch your attention." Martina said. After staying with her sister, she knew that the lady was full of naughty thoughts and Loved testing people.

My legs started to tremble, my hands were gripping his back, he kept on pushing himself deeper and harder, and that was when he told me to let go. "Now baby, fucking hell! Argghhh!" He pushed one last time and finally burst inside me. He slumped on top of my body, he was giving me his sweet kisses while pumping himself couple more times lazily. I was welcoming his body weight, for the seconds that he let himself go. Our body molded together with our sweat, until he pick me up minutes later and we had another sexy time in the bathtub. "My husband, I think I'll be comatose tomorrow."

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

"So, we get married for real, but it’s just a business transaction? What’s the point in that? It doesn’t even make sense." He leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed by her reaction. "The point is, I need the board and my parents to believe I’m stable. I need you to play the role of my wife, and you’ll be compensated handsomely for it. The contract outlines everything—every detail is legal. A real wedding. A real marriage. But for a year. After that, we go our separate ways. No questions asked.” Her breath caught in her throat as she scanned the contract once more. The figures on the last page were enough to make her stomach lurch. Twenty million dollars. No strings attached. For one ye

“Oh, aren’t you a tease?” “Especially for you, I can be much more than that, My Lady.” He smiled persuasively, his hand trailing a line on her elbow, raising his one eyebrow perfectly. “You look like you could use a… better… company, away from your loneliness.” He pressed, evoking a blush on her cheeks instantly. “That asshole.” I muttered, sighing at his un-bendable habit of seducing married women for his pleasure and destroying their marriage. He saw me glaring and faked a cough, keeping the grin.

“Then show me.” I kiss her like punishment. Like confession. My hands fist in her hair, angle her head back so I can devour her throat. She tastes like salt and snow and the particular madness we make together. Her nails rake down my shirt, buttons scattering like gunfire. I back her into the living room, past the fireplace that’s nothing but cold ash. The couch is leather, Italian, older than our marriage. I spin her, bend her over the arm, exposing the lace I tore earlier. I trace the ruined edge with my thumb.

She leaned in, her lips just inches from his. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of her lips against his. He kissed her deeply, his body coming alive with desire. He picked her up and carried her to a nearby bedroom, his passion for her growing stronger with every step. They fell onto the bed together and as they kissed, Lance felt himself being pulled away from reality. He was no longer the Mafia Boss, but instead a man in love, a man consumed with desire for the woman in his arms. He explored her body, his hands exploring every curve and crevice. His desire for her was overwhelming, and as they moved together, their bodies in perfect harmony, he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him.

“Do you want to cure it?” I slowly ground against him and he immediately closed his eyes, his head falling back. I could feel his length growing bigger and harder, and that was like warmth to my chest. Just what I needed—to know I was not an absolute sucker at this. At seducing. If I could seduce a man like Luciano, I could seduce anyone. “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Should I want to cure it?” “About that,” he began. “The only cure for this would be to go with it. Be with each other until we’re bored or either of us gets married.”

—The same X, despite him cheating on his wife, he always made our situation very clear. — X is the kind of man who seduces you with his kindness, charisma, and charm. He traps you in his web, like a spider… says things you want to hear, he makes a point of showing that he is married, but that he lives in a very complicated moment, and over time you will believe that getting involved with him has no problem, since he made it very clear that he’s married… but when you see it, it’s spelled. He does not make you promises, but always leads to believe that you are different and that you will be together in the end… Look where you are… And where’s the X? With his wife and kids, playing happy family