Novel & Cerita Wife Seduces

and winks at me. I can literally feel my heart beat speed up. That man is effing lethal on womankind. "ahhh...well...I suppose you're correct. But we're not really husband and wife and-" "We talked about that and how I want to change that aspect of the marriage." He interrupted me and continued "Now I'm gonna pay for this lovely meal, take you back to our home and then we'll meet in the kitchen for a night cap...and see where the night takes us. No worries. No stress. Just James and Josie. Husband and Wife. Enjoying each other's comepany in their kitchen."

They danced for a while and she seductively smiled at him and walked to the restroom swerving her hips in a way that aroused him. James fully drunk followed her inside the restroom. His eyes were red and tough because of the alcohol. He could not comprehend what was going on with him, all he knew was that the way she waddled her hips aroused him. He was fully erect and wanted her so badly that he found himself in the ladies with Catherine.

he whispered, keeping up his ministrations on her breasts. “Wh-what?” she stuttered. “Your pussy,” he clarified. “Tell me if you’re wet for me.” Her body shuddered, and he felt her arm move towards her abdomen. Her lack of hesitation wasn’t lost on him. He had thought he would have to work harder to obliterate her shyness in bed. He had been wrong. It appeared that his sweet innocent wife was actually a sexy vixen in hiding. Her legs parted, allowing him to slip his hard cock between her thighs. He thrust his hips forward, so that when her hand finally got between her legs, his tip brushed against her wrist.

Sophia. She stood amidst a group of women, her laughter carefree, her presence radiant. She had grown to resemble her mother—poised, polished, perfect. And she was wearing my dress. The wedding gown that should have been mine. A waitress passed, and I snatched a glass of wine from her tray. My heels crunched against the gravel as I approached, the sound masked by the lively chatter. I stopped directly behind Sophia, letting her bask in her false sense of perfection for just a moment longer. Then I spoke, my voice slicing through the air.

"A fake wedding? You must be insane.” Eros didn’t flinch. His expression remained cold, his eyes calculating. “It’s not fake,” he replied, his tone devoid of emotion. “You will be my wife. For a year. In every legal sense.” Harper’s eyebrows shot up. "So, we get married for real, but it’s just a business transaction? What’s the point in that? It doesn’t even make sense."

Given the chance, she would undoubtedly impart a valuable lesson to Preston. “Bitch!” Rhea emerged from the adjacent room and immediately commenced her assault on Luna's character as soon as she caught sight of her retreating figure. “You conniving woman. You are naught but a seductress, employing every means to captivate King.” Luna turned around, her eyes meeting Rhea’s fiery gaze. Rhea had just witnessed the interaction between King and Luna on the balcony, and in that moment, she wished she could rush forward and tear Luna apart. “Are you truly ignorant, or do you suffer from an intellectual deficit? Does my husband require seduction from me? We may engage in any loving and affectionate

His hands found her waist and turned her and she came willingly and he kissed her with the heat that was always there, always available, never diminished by familiarity — if anything deepened by it, the specific intensity of knowing someone completely and wanting them anyway. She pulled him toward the corridor. "The dinner will burn," he said. "It'll be caramelised," she said. He laughed — the real one — and let her pull him. The dinner was, as predicted, caramelised. They ate it anyway. Afterward she lay across him on the sofa with the plain-language summary on her chest and his hand in her hair and the spring city outside the window. "The data ethicist," she said. "The opt-out mechanism re

Then she remembered that day, how his gaze darkened when she teased him, how he nearly lost control, how he kissed her back like he had been starving for her. Her knees weakened a little. “Okay,” she whispered, “we’re doing this. We’re seducing my husband.” It shouldn’t have been an epiphany. It was basic marriage protocol, right? Seduce spouse, enjoy spouse. But for Elena, deadliest assassin on the east coast, this was war. And she would win. New mission: Make Roman make out with me again. She smirked to herself. “I’ll kill a dozen armed men without blinking, but asking my husband to kiss me is somehow where I draw the line. Jesus.”

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

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