Seductive Wife Novels & Stories

Charles' eyes flickered as he looked down at her belly that was round as a ball, and let out a deep sigh. "A wandering monk." "You're so improper!" Noelle gave him a playful glare and huffed. "Can't you see where we are? Do you always act this shamelessly?" "You're my wife," Charles stated matter-of-factly. "If I say things like this, it only proves how irresistible you are." There was no denying it now that Charles had truly mastered the art of seduction. He had a knack for teasing her, making her heart race, but then leaving her hanging, unable to do anything about it.

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.”

PURITY •••••••••• Rue Royal Reigns—that's whom. That's whom I have to thank for the ease with which I pulled grumpy old Rex to the House of Ruin, formerly the House of Rue, but shit happened. It's the love he has for his dead wife that would have him retching anytime he sees a woman being treated badly—the same reason why he rushed over when I explained to him my situation, and how 'devastated' I was that Ryat won't give our marriage a chance.

She had stayed up nights picking names for him, bought out every toy store in town for his birthday gifts, and read childish fairy tales to him while I lay feverish. Then, Skye had returned to the country, and everything ended. He had used his heart condition to set traps for us again and again—playing helpless and pitiful to win Eira's sympathy, then tempting our son to hide a caterpillar in his bed so he could stage an attack and let Eira walk in on it. After that, nothing had been the same. Inside the ward, the woman nodded with relief and asked, "By the way, where is your mother? Why isn't she with you?"

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

And why is he acting like a loving husband who is very in love with his wife? "Come here hon." He pulled me and hug me tight. "Don't overthink okay?" He said trying to comfort me. I just let him hug me but I remain emotionless. He faced me. "And we should enjoy our honeymoon now hon." Then he winked. I blush then I just notice our suite. It looks very romantic but because of Jana and Maru I wasn't able to appreciate the view. Its full of red rose petals all over the room. A king size bed that has a towel that form heart-dove.

What changed now? What came next was not expected by him. A gentle push on his chest made him drop back on the ground with her on top of him. Her soft lips kept marking their claim on his neck as she did wonders. Was this his innocent wife? The same wife who he taught how to kiss was now attacking his neck like a possessive Alpha. A lot have seduced him but never has he felt so aroused before. Those lips moved towards his jawline and that's when he saw her eyes.

He pinned her down and kissed her violently, suppressing all her protests. They had been married for years. Romeo knew how to make her submit and get her into the mood. Soon enough, only groans and moans came from the private room. The erotic sound that the room couldn’t contain, which had not been soundproof, to begin with, would have made anyone redden in shame. Lester would never believe the wife he had thought was virtuous and innocent could be so licentious. Rose, who had been restrained with Lester to maintain a facade and give him a sense of superiority for almost two decades, was very unrestrained and vented all her pent-up desires and all other emotions.