Wife Seduced By Black Novels & Stories

Another silence followed. Then Alison delivered the final blow. "The withdrawal was authorized using Alex's credentials." Patricia felt the floor vanish beneath her. Outside, lightning split the night sky above Nakuru. And somewhere in the darkness, her husband was disappearing with another woman—and every cent they had left.

Her ethereal aura, the fiery, inflammable, tempestuous woman is the definition of trouble and the type of women he never would want in his life but look at him blackmailed into marrying one like some fucking pussy. Who would agree he got blackmailed by that wee woman? He is a man of few words and like keeping his cool whenever or wherever he is but with her, he don't know what the definition of cool is anymore. He is Sa'eed El-Kanemi, the phlegmatic cold blooded male that bends all the useless rules and makes sure everyone follows his own principles. Now he has a wife back at home who would do anything in her power to make him beg on his knees to survive.

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

“Oh, shoot! Yes, I’ll have my way with you today, so much so that you won’t even be able to get out of bed tomorrow.” Rose giggled and beckoned to me. Her softness seduced me. “Come on…” She was usually aloof, but she was particularly passionate that day. Her intense love and passion made me want more. Besides, her seductive voice was encouraging. “Hubby, you’re so great. Faster…” Suddenly, I looked away and saw her fair torso. Terrified, I shuddered. Dissatisfied, Rose pouted. “Why did you stop?” “Dear, where’s the mole on your upper body?”

“This is your wedding night—but not your black wedding. Tonight, you must satisfy your husband, quench his thirst. If you’re wise and want to keep your place in this house, you’ll do everything in your power to please him.” “Wait… what do you mean by black wedding?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Grace’s expression shifted—her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your husband isn’t just a man. He’s a ruler. A king in this underworld. A black wedding is a sacred blood oath that binds two souls in the Mafia. It’s done only after the white wedding... but only if the bride proves herself worthy.” My mouth went dry. “Blood oath? And what if I don’t prove myself worthy?”

she pleaded. This Sebastian guy was a rogue Beta wolf and was well-known in the supernatural world as a scum. Any woman he forcefully had coitus with always died. She wouldn’t want to perish from something she loved doing with her husband. No, she couldn’t let him touch her but she also knew that she couldn’t outrun him in her current state. “Seems you’ve forgotten my ways, lady. I desire no gold or treasure, just one thing- destroy v@ginas!” he let out wild laughter with arms outstretched, feeling already victorious.

I have a lot riding on this right now. ‘Fine.’ She said as she sulked in the back of my mind. I take a seat in front of the controls in the den. The monitors are still going, and I see my husband in our bed. Except he has a blond on top of him. She is riding him and moaning loudly. “Fuck yes, Mr. Black. Your cock feels so good.” The blonde says. “Then ride it like you mean it.” He growled. Seriously, what kind of man has this kind of stamina? I haven’t even checked the footage while I was gone and having dinner with Isaiah and Sinclair. He was pounding away at a redhead and now he is here with a blond. He doesn’t get tired?

Their cocks were still hard as rocks, pulsing in the moonlight—a sight that made a shameful, desperate part of me wish they would drag me back to the woods and put those thick shafts inside me. "This is not an island of secrets, Kess," the Black man said softly, his voice full of a strange pity. "We do not hide anything here. But if it makes you feel better, there is something you should know." I blinked, looking at him. "What?" "Your husband received the same treatment tonight as you did," the mixed man murmured with a sly wink. "The women took very good care of him." The words hit me like a slap to the face. My breath hitched in my throat. Jason? The two naked women? Before I could ask a s

"Tell me! Who's the bitch?" Jacinda demanded. Seeing her face twisted with jealousy, I sneered coldly inside. Betrayal? She actually had the nerve to question me about betrayal? Wasn't she the one who deceived me into marriage to begin with? If Jaden hadn't come knocking on our door, I would never have known she had another family abroad! I hadn't even settled the score with her yet, and here she was accusing me of cheating? The mockery in my eyes was so obvious that Jacinda instinctively looked away. That was when she noticed that she had been unconsciously choking Benson. His face had turned purple, and he was struggling, unable to utter a single word.

I turned my head stiffly. I tensed up when I saw the woman at the door. She wore an off-white cashmere coat. Her makeup was delicately done. Her hair was permed in a stylish curl. She was my wife, Sloane, whom I had missed dearly for over thirty years. The man beside her wore a dark gray suit with a tie. His hair was meticulously combed. I recognized him at once. It was Wallace. Back in the day, he was a loafer in the neighborhood. He often stole things and harassed widows. He even served two years in prison.