Wife Seduced By Black Novels & Stories

Ethan barked the moment those words left her lips. His hands came to wrap around my waist molding our bodies together. His fingers trailed patterns across my waist, as if trying to keep me calm. And surprisingly, it worked—because a loud breath left my lips. One I had no idea I’d been holding. She swallowed in fear, as she nodded—but then, her hard eyes moved to me. “Mr Blackwood. Your wife assaulted me. She has to get punished for her crimes,” she snarled bitterly, as she looked at me with so much hate.

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.

I pulled out my phone and showed him a series of photos. "Here are the records of Seraphina contacting our rivals. She's the one who arranged that 'accidental' hit to get me out of the way and take my place as your wife." Dante's eyes widened in horror. "And here," I swiped to the next image, "is my miscarriage report. I was trying to tell you about our child when you were in Switzerland with her—the woman who got our baby killed." Dante’s eyes turned bloodshot. He was breathing in ragged gasps.

As if my broken marriage was just another thing on a legal form. After Blackwood left, I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember who I used to be. Just three years ago, I was Izabela Romano, set to take over one of the biggest companies in Europe. I gave all of that up for a man who promised me forever, but instead he betrayed me. The irony wasn't lost on me. I left behind a fortune to marry a rich guy, only to find out that money can't buy everything—like loyalty, honesty, or the decency to break up with someone before moving on to someone else.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Sarah's tits bounced wildly as she pushed back against him like a bitch in heat. Mark watched from inches away, stroking furiously. "Your pussy looks so full, baby. That big black cock is owning you." "Yes! It owns me!" Sarah cried out. "My white cunt belongs to this big black cock now! Harder, Jamal—fuck me harder than my husband ever could!" Jamal grabbed her hips and railed her even more brutally, the couch shaking. Sarah came hard within minutes, squirting around the thick black cock, her juices running down her thighs.

When the front door of the building opened and shut three floors below, he spoke. "Malachi." The air beside him shuddered. A pillar of black fog rose from the floor, coiling and compressing until it shaped itself into a man. Tall, gaunt, dressed in a dark suit that belonged to another century. The figure dropped to one knee. His eyes fixed on the floor. "Your Majesty." Barely a whisper. "Tonight's banquet has been arranged." Elias Black was a fiction. His real name was Aurelian Ashbourne, the Vampire King. He had lived as Elias Black for a year.

But right then, he tried to calm Sebastian, just as I had always known him to do. I shouted at him, unwilling to give in and reveal the truth about myself. He still stubbornly held me, which made me strike his face. At last, that managed to make him release me, but his eyes were still filled with determination not to let me go. I knew his unyielding nature too well. “Sir, I don’t know who she is. But touching someone without their consent else is a crime.” “You are my wife.” This crazy bastard. Now he was claiming me as his wife. I truly wanted to scream those words in his face, but I forced myself to control my breathing.

I’d told her as I’d helped her into that stunning red dress. “Of course, Godmother, I know you do everything for me” Veronica replied happily. “Sebastian Blackwell as your husband? You’ll want for nothing.” She had nodded, trusting me completely. She always did. The aphrodisiac had been Lila’s contribution.Lila Hayes, with her connections to underground pharmacies and black-market dealers. She’d promised me it was pharmaceutical-grade, powerful enough to override any man’s better judgment. “One dose in his drink,” she’d assured me, handing over the small vial.

Even now, the thought burned. I looked straight at Nina and said, “He touched my wife.” The silence that followed was deafening. Her lips parted, confusion flickering across her face, followed by shock. “Your what?” “My wife,” I repeated, my tone even, my gaze unwavering. “Elena Blackwood.” The color drained from her face completely this time. “Elena… you married her?” she whispered. “That Elena?” “The same,” I said. For a few seconds, Nina just stood there, trying to process it. Then she shook her head sharply, disbelief giving way to outrage. “You forced her, didn’t you? Tell me you didn’t—God, Rowan, what have you done?”