Novel & Cerita Seducing Married Men

" The beautiful man nodded and continued to fix himself while examining Seri's face. A slight smile curved on his lips. Seri was wearing a beautiful black dress that was not too fancy, not too attention-seeking, and very conservative. She also did not have any pieces of jewelry other than her diamond stud earrings. But he knew that she was someone special. Her face is too pretty. Her skin was fair, and her doe eyes revealed that she was a genuine person. He has a feeling that she is a princess. "Let's go," the man said. "Yes, sir!" Seri followed him to the library. She watched him wear a suit. She was so tempted to go in front of him just to see how handsome he'd look in it, but she chose to

I mumbled to myself. "That's him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding." My eyes widened in surprise at his words and i was happy. I'm sure he'd see the excitement allover my face. Like who wouldn't want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.

"Are you going to let other men have sex with you in front of your husband? Tell us; could you do that with someone else? Will you like it? Will you need more once your married little body has been violated?" His questions were rhetorical. He wasn't requiring answers. Then Jim chimed in. "Baby, do you realize that all the husbands will want you? These men will violate your married womb. Are you looking forward to this? You will be a little wife who has been fucked by other men. You will be different after it happens. You will be a little hot wife and probably a slut wife after they do this to you." Lance was holding her hand. "Go ahead and step out of your panties sweetie," he instructed. "K

"Classic case. The mighty Liam Hart, afraid of commitment." Before anyone could reply, the door swung open. George Smith stepped inside, his presence commanding instant attention. Beckett grinned. "Finally! Someone with answers. George, talk some sense into him. Our dear friend here is about to get married, and instead of celebrating, he’s sulking like a widower. We need explanations." George let out a long breath, then delivered his bombshell. "He’s already been married. For three months." The room fell into stunned silence. Preston blinked. "Excuse me?"

We had a small wedding, and over time, I convinced myself the paperwork didn't really matter. But now it finally clicked. Rupert never wanted to register our marriage because he was already married to Mavis! If he filed for another marriage, it'd be bigamy. So, I'd been the other woman the whole time. And now, I didn't even have the right to ask for a divorce.

“But it has a secret and special section. Quite expensive, but open only to a few. It is called The Art of Subtle Seduction and Sensuality.” I felt a flicker of hope, small but bright. “Really?” Lucia nodded, her eyes serious. “Once you allow yourself to be trained by the instructors in that class, your husband will have eyes for only you. Eventually, you will have him eating out of the palm of your hands.” I smiled, the first real smile I had felt all day. “That sounds like a much better plan than drugging my husband and having him sleep with me.” Lucia shook her head, her expression dismissive. “That is a cheap stunt for classless people. You are too beautiful for that. All you have to do

And yes, that terrified her. “Then, a few weeks later, you came back,” I said, keeping my voice low but deliberate, “telling him you were pregnant. He had no choice but to marry you.” I let the silence hang for a moment, letting it weigh heavy between us, like a trap tightening around her chest. “Now,” I said, leaning closer, “how did you seduce a gay man? Someone who isn’t even attracted to women? Do you understand how impossible that is? And yet, here you are, married to him.”

⸻ Ten minutes later, I was still sitting on his desk, blouse open, hair a mess, legs limp. Ethan handed me a bottle of water and a warm hand towel. I laughed. “Prepared, are we?” He smiled. “I’ve waited three years for that. You think I didn’t plan?” I took a sip. “So what now?” He sat beside me, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “Now… we try again. This time with honesty. And passion. And your rules—if you’ll have me.” I stared at him. The man I married. The man I hated. The man I just let break me open again in the most sinful, beautiful way.

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." "You're welcome my wife."

But then, images of Seth hugging me like there's no tomorrow keeps on flashing on my mind. The way he kisses me, the longing, his love, I felt it. I felt everything. But why? My body shivered as I felt a breeze of wind past through. "Leave him, or I will make his life a living hell. The world will know your relationship and I hope you're ready to see your husband's career going downhill." I close my eyes as I remember the words which that stupid MC slash Mr. Creep told me the other day. Apparently, he heard me and Tokyo talking about Seth and now, he knows that we're married. For days, he had been threatening me about it.