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he said, interrupting me, "I want you naked in my bed, wet with arousal, hot and desperate for my touch. I want to bury myself between your legs and make you come hard. I haven't been able to think of anything else since last night when you came with my mouth on your precious tits, Abbie. I barely slept and only held back this morning because I didn't want you to think I'm abusive. And now you show up like this... Fuck, I can't think of anything other than ripping your fucking underwear off and seeing what the fuck you did to your pussy...” "So... it's okay to do it with your boyfriend?” I asked feeling my body pulsing. "Couples don't have to marry to have sex, little one,” he said, surprisi

I asked, my voice trembling as I held Cam closer, “What does that make me, Axel? We’re married!” Selena’s eyes widened, surprise flashing across her face as she turned to Axel. “You’re… married?” she asked as if the word itself felt foreign on her tongue. “Yes,” Axel replied without hesitation, though his tone lacked any hint of shame or remorse. He spoke as if he were discussing something as mundane as the weather. “Only because I didn’t know I’d ever find my mate, Selena. Cassie was already pregnant, so I married her but there's nothing between us.”

I said. " Actually Jessica was my sexmate and that was before we got married. I had sex with lots of girls but I do pay them for their service. I and Jessica had sex countless times and I do pay her also. I just had the sex for fun I never really have anything to do with her. She started pestering saying she loves me and want to marry me but I turned her down. When Dad told me I will be getting married to you. I told Jessica am done with her but she wouldn't listen. She called me several times and sent several text messages to me that she wants to see me but I ignored it.

No entering his office, no bringing in guests, and no access to the east wing. Rule #7 stood out in bold: Do not enter the locked room at the end of the hall. And Rule #8: If you do, you will not like what you find. "I didn’t fall in love with my husband. I fell into his trap... at first."– Married to My Stalker

My phone's screen was cracked like shattered glass from heavy use. Lilith couldn't stand being ignored. She snatched my phone and threw it to the ground, furious. "Sean Houghton, do you even want to make this marriage work? It's just two thousand dollars, not two million. That's barely enough for charity. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Sadness washed over me. Even now, Lilith stubbornly thought I wanted a divorce because of the money. It never crossed her mind, nor did she care to consider that if I were truly materialistic, why would I have tolerated her reckless spending all these years?

“He wouldn’t do this to me.” April felt a pang of sympathy for Willow, realizing that maybe she loved him. But Willow knew he was married. But her anger and hurt overshadowed any empathy she might have had. “Oh, believe me, he did,” April replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “And it seems he’s been quite busy with other women, too. Wasn’t there an article just last week where he had a party on a yacht? I believe there were topless shots in the story of some of the women. If I’m not mistaken.” She hadn’t been. April had read every line of that story and cried over every photo.

She took a look at the many erotic pictures again then she quickly walked out. She sat at his gesture and then he began, "I think I need to tell you this, seeing that we are both married." She nodded, setting her ears keenly to him, "although we are married, I still have sex with all sorts of women. I use them to gratify my sexual desires." She didn't know exactly what to say so she kept quiet. "Are you doing the same?" "No sir." She replied sharply and innocently. "It is because I still consider myself free and single, it never occur to me that I'm married." He said.

Ax laughed, reminding me of Money's pestering questions that day. "She's mine. I don't share what's mine." "You, possessive of a woman? Hmm, I'm surprised as fuck. Just exactly same way I feel about my wife." I snapped my fingers at a prospect cleaning tables. "Coffee. Black. Three minutes." Then, I returned back to my discussion with Ax. "It's only sex, man. Don't try to relate this to marriage. Mine is totally different." I was starting to feel uneasy. "Sex until when?"

A man I had been forced to marry I wrapped my hands around myself. A part of my body wanted him badly when he touched me the first time but after everything I had heard from the other Mafia wives, I was terrified. I had never had sex with anyone before. Ethan had tried a few times. We had come close but somehow it had never happened. Something had always interrupted us or rather someone. My father always found a way to control every aspect of my life Soon, the bathroom door opened and I turned instinctively. Ryan stepped out with a towel hanging low on his hips,.His skin was still damp from the shower. My eyes followed the water droplets as they traced down the planes of his muscled chest be

The air changed instantly. The oldest among them, a man with gray hair and sharp eyes, looked straight at Lucien. “We heard the news,” he said. His voice was low but carried weight. “Is it true you married… her?” I felt their eyes land on me. Heavy. Judging. Measuring. My throat tightened. Lucien stood up slowly, calm but powerful. “Yes. She is my wife.”