Seducing Wife Novels & Stories

he says, the authority returning to his voice. "No." His brows draw together. "What?" "No." I prop myself closer until my nipples brush his face—once. "What are you doing!?" he thunders. I pull away, falling flat on my feet. "Seducing my husband's brother."

I said smacking my lips Cullen smiled, his eyes fixated on mine like a mouse to a cheese and didn't say a word till we got home. I held the power to captivate and command any man I desired, no matter how wealthy or powerful. With a single glance, I could ensnare their minds and bend them to my will. The art of seduction was my weapon, and no man was safe from my irresistible allure. Finally, we arrived home, and I made a beeline for the shower, the warm water cascading over me as I closed my eyes, lost in thought. Memories of our brief conversation at the party flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but replay the moment when he had taken my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I've ever seen," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She elbowed him lightly. "That's not helping." "Fine." He turned her gently to face him, his expression suddenly serious. "You're terrifying. A goddess of vengeance. The most dangerous woman in New York." His lips quirked into a smile. "And you could still take me in a fight, which is incredibly hot." Rachel snorted, but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "You're ridiculous." "And yet, you married me. Twice." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I call that obsession." "Temporary insanity," she shot back. "The doctor said it'll pass." Nathan gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as he collapsed onto the couch.

“My personal life is stable. I’m married to the man who burned a house down to keep me. Try topping that.” Laughter fills the room and Even the chairman cracks a smile. Eleanor raises her glass. “To stability.” Celeste echoes, eyes on Ethan. “To the right choices.” Ethan’s hand finds mine under the table. “To my wife.” The room stills. Celeste’s smile falters, a hairline fracture in her perfect mask. I lean in, kiss him, in front of Celene and the board and Eleanor’s frozen glare. The kiss tastes like victory and Whiskey and mine.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

A few more days flew by in our family nest. My tactic for seducing my husband was in full force — used at every opportunity. My period still hadn’t started, showing up only as the occasional tiny bit of spotting after sex. The absence of a full cycle worked in my favor — it supported my plan perfectly. I had slipped so deeply into the role of the seductive wife that even I couldn’t do without it anymore. I used everything: intriguing lingerie sets, outfits, accessories, and all my purchases from the sex shop.

Yet, I desired her hands to explore other areas. I shut my eyes, relishing the moment. Sensations flooded over me as her soft lips trailed along my neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that climbed towards my chin. I groaned, my eyes still sealed shut. My hold on her tightened, nearly bruising her skin in the grip of my desire. Her hand ventured southward, moving towards my pants, her fingers teasing the buckle of my belt. Fuck! When did my sweet, innocent wife transform into a seductress? My hand instinctively reached out to hold her hand that was eager to slip inside my pants, and I pulled her hand out.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”