Seducing Your Husband Novels & Stories

I rotated my ass around him and he groaned again. "Min delete the picture," I whispered in his ear. I bit his ear for added effects and he jerked up to me. I kept rotating my hips and listening to his groan. I loved how he sounded when he groaned. It was the cutest most masculine thing ever. He had dropped his hand and was trying to pry me off or pull me towards him. I couldn't decide. I just continued to rotate my hips and forgot about my mission. I was meant to be deleting a very scary picture of me but here I was seducing my husband. Our little dancing on the couch led to us being naked waist down and panting.

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

"Why can't you talk? You're going to keep it a secret? You're going to think of an excuse?" "What-" "Yes, it's me." I stared at him, my hands clenched. "Why did you do that? What's your reason for sending that to me without any explanation, huh?" "Do you intend for me to overthink? If my husband has an affair?" I stepped closer to him. "Of course not, Dianna. I just want you to know the truth." I laughed sarcastically. "The truth?" "Yes, Dianna. Your husband's cheating behind your back. And that girl he's with, they have—"

“I chose the one I loved. Are you going to deny me that on my wedding day?” I dropped the paper and capture her gaze. This is nothing but a game. She blew that money just to needle me, and I intend to let her think it worked, if only for a heartbeat. The real pièce de résistance is still coming. "No," I drawl, offering a slow, sweet smile. "Of course not. Lucky for you, I'm the kind of husband who gives his wife anything she desires." I stroll toward her, deliberate and quiet, until barely a foot remains between us. I watch her lips part, note the flicker in her eyes as she realizes I've tricked her, and trace the rise of her chest as I invade her space.

I'd advise you to quit before you embarrass yourself any further. "Marrying someone like you is proof of me having the worst luck ever." As he spoke, his eyes darted around nervously as if he were afraid someone might realize we were married. His behavior was ridiculous. "If it's so terrible to be married to me, why don't you just replace me outright?" I asked. "Or does sneaking around and keeping your options open somehow make things more fun?" Anger simmered inside me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress the fire in my gaze as I looked at him.

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."

They stood in the hallway like a perfect family portrait, Mom in her designer suit, Dad looking distinguished in his work clothes, Rose wearing concern like the latest fashion trend. "Hello, sister." My voice came out steady. "Shouldn't you be comforting your fiancé?" Rose's eyes widened. Always the performer. "Camille, please. Let me explain..." "Explain what? How you've been sleeping with my husband? Or how you set this whole thing up from the beginning?" "What is she talking about?" Dad turned to Rose, who already had tears forming. Perfect, delicate tears that never smeared her makeup. "She's upset," Rose whispered. "Lashing out. You know how she gets, Daddy."

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.