Romans & histoires Seduction Of Wife

Flashes of how she resisted, ruled him, put him off played like she was watching it on Tv. Why did she lure him on now? Joining him as her hands found their way to his neck, promising to choke the life out of him if he dared to stop. I'd only she was stronger to push him away but she couldn't. She was starved. Her minds were at play. Lust definitely took control of HQ and it wasn't ready to give up power to rationale. To think that she thought she had it all. Up to now, she had been missing the last ingredient, but now she had it. Added to her spices, she was never going to let it go.

He injected her with an amount that allowed her to by paralysed but aware of everything. He undressed himself and laid his clothes neatly on the end of the bed, while he waited for the sedative to kick in. He retrieved five scarves from her closet, he then proceeded to tie her to the bed so she couldn't move if the drug wore off early. Once she was secured to the bed he woke her up to gag her. As soon as the gag was in place he positioned himself above her. He made sure that she was fully aware of what was about to happen to her. Her fear was an aphrodisiac to him and this was one little pleasure he afforded himself. He ran his hand up her thigh to her stomach and then finally landing

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.

Liam was exuding a bone-chilling air and staring right at Hunter's shifty eyes. He grabbed Hunter's collar so tightly that his knuckles were popping. His eyes were filled with an overwhelming desire to kill as he bellowed, "What did you say? My wife seduced you on purpose?" Hunter stood his ground and shouted, "That's right. She was the one who seduced me. I rejected her sternly, but she just wouldn't give up. She deliberately took off her clothes and collapsed in front of me. I don't think your wife has truly fainted."

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

Then she remembered that day, how his gaze darkened when she teased him, how he nearly lost control, how he kissed her back like he had been starving for her. Her knees weakened a little. “Okay,” she whispered, “we’re doing this. We’re seducing my husband.” It shouldn’t have been an epiphany. It was basic marriage protocol, right? Seduce spouse, enjoy spouse. But for Elena, deadliest assassin on the east coast, this was war. And she would win. New mission: Make Roman make out with me again. She smirked to herself. “I’ll kill a dozen armed men without blinking, but asking my husband to kiss me is somehow where I draw the line. Jesus.”

A deep, throaty groan vibrated from her throat into mine as I wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed her body against my hardening cock. We ground against each other, a desperate, wild clash that fogged the glass walls of my office. If my icy wife wouldn’t give me what I needed, I would take it from someone who would. This was my domain. My rules. I broke the kiss, my breathing as ragged as hers. “Get on your fucking knees. Show me what that talented tongue can do.” A wicked smirk twisted her lips. “You don’t get to this level without being an expert in a few things, Richard.”

Tears streaked my makeup, blood stained my dress, my hair had come loose from its perfect twist. I looked nothing like the polished, proper wife Stefan Rodriguez had married.

The engagement party was supposed to be a celebration—a display of wealth, power, and unity. Crystal chandeliers shimmered over polished marble floors, the soft hum of a string quartet filling the air, and guests draped in haute couture mingled beneath gilded ceilings. It was the perfect setting to showcase the union of Isabella Voss and Damian Moretti, a couple admired, envied, and feared in equal measure.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"