Sexy And Married 소설 & 이야기

"You can't be with her, Mr. Simon" Sexy's grip on me tightens, pulling me closer until I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. His gaze never leaves mine, his eyes dark and full of dangerous intent. "Why not?" he asks, his voice low and full of desire that makes my stomach flip. "She's married," Lily says, her tone sulking. "Not for long," Sexy says smoothly, his gaze flicking to the divorce papers scattered across the mahogany table. Damon stands suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. His face twists with rage and desperation.

" I inquired as I gazed into his blue eyes. "Yes, whose needs are met," he said, proudly. As I read further, each new condition Werner listed felt like another restriction. "You are also not allowed to bring any friends over. You are not allowed to stay out late. You only sleep in your separate room" As I read through it only made me feel like a prisoner. For a moment, I wondered whether this whole marriage was a fraud. What about our honeymoon experience? The way Werner looked at me and caressed me... Was it all an act? Was he high back then? Or have I married another man?

When they finally moved to the sofa, both of their breathing was already so heavy, but neither of them wanted to stop. Their bodies searched for each other, remembered each other, touched each other with a confidence that felt too familiar. Between unsteady breaths, Dominic whispered in Selena's ear, "If you want, I can marry you, Baby." Selena chuckled, leaning her head against his warm chest. "I'm not ready to get married, Uncle. Not getting married isn't a problem either. The important thing is that we both get what we want." "All right, Baby." Dominic hugged her tighter.

“He inherited Valenrose Suites from his family, but he built it into the empire it is today. Then, Valenrose was just a normal hotel—just a 2-star hotel—but he turned it into what it is today, making it a five-star hotel. He doesn’t attend social functions unless absolutely necessary. Even when he attends one, he goes alone. No female companions. He doesn’t entertain rumors, and he hates incompetence.” She blinked. “How do you know all that?” I smiled, lowering my gaze. “People talk. If you listen long enough, you learn things.” But that wasn’t the truth. Not really. The truth was something I had never told anyone here. Not even her. The truth was… He’s my husband. Yes, he is mine. The husba

The casual cruelty in his voice—like Sophia was just an inconvenience he'd decided not to bother with—made her stomach turn. Before anyone could respond, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Sophia descended slowly, Liam at her side. Her eyes locked onto Edward's—cold, hollow. Edward's jaw dropped. "Sophia?" His gaze shifted to Liam, then back to her. Confusion twisted into something sharper. "Who is this?" Anna smirked from her seat. "She's married. To him." The room went silent. Edward stared at Sophia, then at Liam, his expression darkening. "You... you got married? Today?"

I am five-eleven, brown hair, fit, and decent-looking enough. Cameron is the handsome one, smooth and confident. He can charm any woman he chooses, and he is married to Fiona. Everyone knows he could talk his way into just about anything. Sebastian is a gym rat, built like he spends half his life in the gym. He has the ego to match, and he is married to Imogen. He enjoys showing off how much he works for his body. Malik is the single guy of the group. Strong, dark, and cocky, he commands attention the moment he walks in. Unlike the rest of us, he does not have a wife or kids, and he makes sure that is never forgotten.

A man with dark sexual fantasies. His wife, Selena Cole, was the perfect wife for him. She was beautiful, elegant, and always by his side. To the world, she was the billionaire’s jewel—soft-spoken, graceful, dressed in silk and diamonds. But behind closed doors, she was exactly what Adrian wanted her to be: obedient. A toy he could mold, train, and display however he pleased.

But at the sight of Dinah, his expression darkened, and all tenderness vanished. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice sounding like pure ice. Dinah flinched at his tone but forced a smile. "We're married now, and Jenny's gone. Shouldn't we move into the master bedroom today? I can have the housekeeper clean it." The master bedroom had once been Leander's and mine. I'd barely left, and already Dinah was eager to take my place. Leander let out a harsh laugh. "Are you really that desperate? In such a hurry to replace Jenny?"

A sharp sense that something was off. They mentioned Travis had a secret Reddit account. Hoping to catch him, I dredged up the username I vaguely remembered and searched it. An account popped up with the same profile picture. The pinned post stopped me cold. It read: “I finally married the girl I’ve secretly loved for years, but my sex drive is extremely high. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving emotional scars?” The next post: “There’s too much temptation out there. If she thinks I’m boring, that’s on me. If I try pleasing her this way, will she kick me out?”

Fell back asleep. The kitchen was dark. I did not turn on the lights. The rain made everything grey. Soft edges. Blurred lines. I found the folder on the shelf. The one Marcus Webb had given Liam. Thick. Heavy. Full of names and addresses and photographs. I opened it. Victoria. Age twenty eight. Lives in Chicago. Works at a bookstore. Never married. No children. Marcus. Age thirty one. Lives in Atlanta. Owns a bar. Two kids. Divorced.