Novel & Cerita Seducing My Wife Novel

Her lips against mine, and how much patience and self control it took for me not to wrap my hand around her waist. That wouldn't have been too much, would it? “When are you going home though?” Marco asked, and I shrugged. I needed space away from Isabella Kingston. She was annoying to say the least. And now that we were married, that was just giving her more permission to do what she wanted. Marco handed my laptop over to me, and I immediately checked the stock market. At the sight of Kingston stock prices rising, I felt my throat close up. It was all Isabella's hand work. And it was getting harder to stop her from doing all the work she wanted to do.

I leaned on the porch rail, drinking her in like the first glass of something forbidden. “My sister-in-law,” I muttered to myself, smirking. “Married to my brother for nine years.” And every day of those nine years, I’ve wanted to fuck her. She didn’t see me at first. Her eyes were on the lake, the trees, the house she hadn’t visited in years. The summer home we grew up in. The one filled with memories—some warm, most buried. Then her eyes landed on me. She hesitated. Just for a second. A flicker of something in her chest.

They weren't too big, but not too small either, just big enough to fill my hands. My sweet, delicate wife was so innocent, yet equally desirable. She was as beautiful as an angel, making no sacrifices to fulfill my husbandly duties to her. I wanted her badly, and knowing she was mine boosted my ego. I unzipped her pants and pulled them to the floor. Lais held my shoulders and moved her head so her lips could meet mine. She may have only had one night of experience, but she already knew exactly what I wanted from her. After nearly dying that afternoon, it would be nice to relax in the arms of my lovely wife.

I flipped the phone over, placing it face down on the nightstand. The lights went out. The room fell into darkness, save for a thin sliver of moonlight filtering past the edge of the curtains. "Alice," I called out softly. "Yeah?" "Do you regret marrying me?" "No." "Not even after going this long without a full night's sleep?" "At least it's better than you screaming in your dreams for so long." Silence settled in for a while. Outside the window, some unknown insects were chirping. "From now on, I'll put the herbs in myself. You don't have to taste it. I'm not afraid of the bitterness."

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!"

His arms around my waist tightened as I let out a startled gasp. “A predator only hunts when he’s hungry, otherwise, a predator and prey can live peacefully together.” He murmured his lips moving down to my neck placing lingering kisses. My mouth opened as I drew in a sharp breath. I was not immune to their presence, to their touches, every single brush of his fingers on my heated skin was agonisingly cold yet my body warm up unconsciously. I did not know when I started feeling this way when it shouldn’t be affecting me. I should hate them, loathe them, curse for their existence, but this insatiable femininely dark twisted part of me was uncontrollable. “We can have a happy life together, li

He replied while his in the bathroom, Fine, let's do it, I inhale and exhale, It's time for me to go home, I actually don't need to go home because my husband is sure staying in his private room in the office, I open the door and go out, I need to be careful because of one wrong move of me. Can make my life miserable, "I can't believe I married that man, If it's not for my parents who give me a life, I won't marry him" I whisper while walking down, I think I'm in a hotel, that man is really something. He really an evil who wears a good handsome man mask, "But he's better than my husband, his hand may be full of blood, but he never disgusts touching me".

Suddenly it reminded me of those two books, novels. With a new determination burning in my chest, I raced to the cozy corner of my room where the novel had lain untouched for so long. The pages held the key to the world I had once lived in, a world of intrigue, passion, and heartache. As I flipped through the worn pages, the story of Xicheng, the king, and my husband, unfolded before my eyes. My heart raced in tandem with the events that transpired on the pages. The romance that had bloomed between Xicheng and me, despite the complexities of court politics and our societal positions, was now vividly alive.

His fingers gripped the edge of the roof. “I don’t know what this is,” he muttered. “Then figure it out,” Max said. “But stop saying that I'm playing with you.” “Figure what out?” Lake asked, annoyed. “That part where you decide when you want to be my wife.” Lake scoffed. “Who wants to be your wife?” Max grinned. “Fine. You want to be my husband then.” Lake rolled his eyes hard and hit the unlock button. “You’re so annoying.” He got into the car without looking at him.

Then I spoke, my voice slicing through the air. "Happy married life, sister." She froze. The glass in her hand slipped, and she choked on her drink. Slowly, she turned, her wide eyes locking onto mine. Her voice trembled. "Wha... what are you doing here?" "What do you mean, Sophia?" I replied with a sarcastic smile. "How could I miss my little sister's wedding?" A murmur spread through the crowd like wildfire. "The Williams had an elder daughter?" "I thought she went crazy years ago!"