"Ahh...” The uneasy cry of a woman could be heard coming out of the bedroom of a hotel suite. The bedroom door swung open, and a man dressed in his signature black jeans, black shirt, and black boots walked in. His perfectly trimmed dark hair was disheveled like he had passed a hand through it countless times, and his stone-cold expression made him look like a grim reaper who had come to take the soul of the poor woman inside the room.
However, when his fierce gaze swept over to the naked petite woman twisting on the bed, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding and climbed up the bed at the speed of lightning. His trembling hands cupped her beautiful face that was flushed crimson with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He caressed her smooth cheek with his thumb as he breathed out a soft, “Micetta.” Sensing the strong male hormones around her, Reina, feeling hot and needy, wrapped her hands around the man she thought was her husband's neck and leaned in toward the man for a kiss, but the man beat her to it, sealing her lips in a blazing hot kiss. Reina responded to the kiss hungrily, like her life depended on it. Xavier's hand went to her hair, fisting it tightly. He tilted her head as he devoured her lips; he only pulled away to allow her to catch her breath. “Please touch me; I want you, please.” Reina pleaded, panting as she began grinding her body against Xavier's. Xavier didn’t need to be asked twice; kneeling, he took off his clothes, kicking off his boots and pants as he hovered over Reina. He sealed her lips again, and she wrapped her hand around his neck and responded to the kiss. As the kiss prolonged, Xavier's hand on her hips roamed to her thigh; he spread her legs, his fingers traveling down her inner thighs. He paused, reaching her entrance, passing his calloused finger through her warm and juicy pussylips, before thrusting it into her soaked cunt. Reina bucked her hips up, wanting more. Xavier added two fingers and started pumping into her, opening her up, his thumb rubbing her clit. After rubbing and finger-fucking her, confirming she was ready to take him. Xavier thrust his veiny length into her, filling her. "Ahhh!" Reina let out a painful cry as she tried to adjust to Xavier's size, but he began thrusting into her, his thick cock stretching her pussy. “Fuck!” Xavier cursed, tossing his head back as he relished the feeling of being inside her, a lone tear running down his face. He bent down and began to kiss her as he continued pounding into her. He missed her. Reina's painful moan turned into pleasurable moans with each hard thrust. Soon, she began moving her hips, meeting each of Xavier's ruthless thrusts. She writhed beneath him as she wrapped her hands around his broad back, her nails digging into his skin. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer; she craved more of what he was doing to her. “Xavier! I love you...” she moaned after pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath. Xavier stopped, his heart racing as he looked down at Reina, disbelief etched on his face. “Regina, you remember me?” he asked, but Reina only pulled him in, sealing their lips. Xavier deepened the kiss and began his ruthless onslaught. Wet slapping sounds fill the room as their bodies collide over and over. Xavier leaned down and started sucking her tit. He bit her nipple, making Reina cry in pleasure. He switched to her other breast, giving it equal attention while pounding into her. Reina bucks her hips up to grind against him, taking him even deeper as tears of pleasure fell down her temples. It was the fourth time Xavier had cum, but his dick was still hard as he kept pounding into Reina's tight, clenching cunt. He kept thrusting inside Reina, their combined juices leaking out, coating his shaft and dripping down her ass crack. He pulled out of her, spinning; she was on all fours. Without warning, he slammed into her. "Ahhh!" Reina cried loudly, fisting the sheets, as Xavier slammed her from behind, feeling him deep inside, stretching her out. Xavier started pounding into her relentlessly, hitting all the right spots. With one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around, playing with her clit. They continued. Raw, primal, no-holds-barred fucking until Reina finally cums after countless rounds, her clenching pussy milking him. Xavier also came, once again filling her with his hot load. They both collapse into a tangled, satisfied mess, panting and groaning. Xavier wrapped his arm around Reina and pulled her to him and murmured, “I hope you don't blame me when you sober up, Tesoro.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, only to realize that she had already drifted to sleep. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, giving in to sleep as well. ~~ The next morning ~~ Reina woke to the feel of a finger tracing her lower lips. Smiling, she opened her mouth as she playfully tried to bite the finger, but the action caused the finger to slip into her mouth, and she began to seductively suck on the finger, like a lollipop. “Fuck!” Xavier cursed throatily, feeling his already hard cock jerk up. 'Good thing he was wearing his brief,' he thought. However, Reina's eyes flew open at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, and she was immediately confronted by a pair of striking forest-green eyes that screamed dominance and power, boring into hers with an unsettling intensity. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her as she registered the situation, and she sat up abruptly, her heart racing. 'This isn't her husband.' “Who are you?!” she shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of dread and fury as the realization of what might have happened dawned on her. “No, Lucas.” Her husband. ‘What would he do when he sees her in bed with another man? Things were going great between them; no, this can't be happening. He already believes he wasn't her first; seeing her now will destroy the relationship they have built these past weeks.’ Reina thought, looking at the stranger’s face. However, instead of providing her an answer, the stranger's lustrous gaze shifted down her lower body. Reina followed his gaze, her breath hitching in her throat when she realized she was completely naked. Instinctively, she yanked the sheets up to shield herself, her cheeks turning red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Xavier's expression darkened as soon as he heard Reina mention the name of her jerk husband. A flicker of irritation crossed his features, but it quickly disappeared on noticing Reina's reaction. The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk, revealing a glint of mischief in his eyes. He slightly leaned closer, his voice sounding more arrogant than he had intended it to be. “There's nothing on that body I haven't seen before...” His tone was laced with a confidence that filled the air with tension. However, Reina, fueled by a rush of bitterness, cut him off with a swift slap across his face, her eyes red. “Who the hell are you? And what did you do to me?!” she yelled, her voice echoing with both impatience and nervousness, a lone tear falling down her face. “How? How did you enter this room? There are bodyguards outside!” Reina yelled, her voice wavering as tears began to fall down her face. Her body trembled with anxiety. She had to find Lucas. 'He was supposed to be back. Did he come but leave after seeing her in bed with another man?' The thought of her husband witnessing that sent a wave of dread through her. Seeing Reina so broken, Xavier wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, her back pressed against his chest. “I'm sorry, Tesoro," he said softly. “Let go of me!” Reina cried, struggling to free herself from Xavier's grip, but his hold only tightened. “Calm down,” he said, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on her nape. “I did this for your own good..." He didn't finish his sentence when he caught the faint sound of footsteps outside the bedroom. Suddenly, the door opened, and the sound of cameras clicking filled the room. “Fuck,” Xavier cursed as he swiftly pinned Reina down on the bed, shielding her from the cameras. ‘That bastard, this was his plan—to disgrace Reina. But why?’ Xavier thought as he looked down at the trembling woman beneath him, tears glistening in her eyes as she gazed back at him. AN: Reina means queen. Regina means queen. Please do not be confused when Xavier refers to Reina as Regina. Thank you. ❤ Fireworks~~ One month earlier ~~ Warning: Chapter contains details of killing, trauma, and blood, and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is advisable you skip and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. Read at your own risk. ~ ♧ ~ A woman in a black lace gown that enhanced her flawless fair skin walked out of the kitchen. Her beautiful face was swollen, and her eyes were red, an indication she had been crying a very long time. Yes, Reina just returned from her parents' burial; she was mourning their sudden death. Yet the first thing her husband demanded on reaching home was for her to prepare him coffee. Knowing how much he loved her coffee, she yielded and prepared it, hot and creamy, just like he preferred. With elegant steps, she approached him with a mug of coffee. “Here is your coffee, mi amor,” Reina said, handing the coffee to the devilishly handsome man seated on the sofa. His thick eyebrows were knitted to
Reina looked at the two with hot tears falling down her face. She was in immense pain; it felt like a fist was clenching around her heart; she couldn't remember how to breathe. She clutched her chest as she looked at her husband spanking and squeezing Bianca's ass. How Bianca will pull away from the kiss and moan breathlessly with her head thrown back, Lucas leaving trails of wet kisses and bite marks on her neck and shoulders. There was no doubt this wasn't the first time. There were days she found lipstick stains on Lucas' shirt and even brief, when he returned from work, giving her a vivid imagination of what might have happened. She told Bianca, and Bianca accused Lucas' secretary. However, when they confronted Lucas' secretary, Reina found out the poor lady was a lesbian. Reina had confronted Lucas, and their arguments always ended with her trying to please Lucas for doubting him. The mystery woman she was searching for was her best friend all along. Lucas, in a husky, longing vo
Reina took a relaxing bath and applied medication to the bruises on her face with Amalia’s help. The tantalizing scent of sizzling tortillas, eggs, and bacon welcomes her upon returning to her room. Her gaze went to the tray holding covered dishes, orange juice, and a jug of water resting on a table in the corner. The maid, as stubborn as Reina, still managed to sneak her food as a form of gratitude before she left. "Madam, I will leave you to get dressed; please enjoy your meal. I will leave the door open for your convenience." Amalia said. Reina nodded with a warm smile. The moment Amalia left the room, Reina sank onto her bed, tears streaming down her bruised face. She tried to conceal her pain. She didn't want to show how broken she was in front of everyone, especially her husband. But now she couldn't hold on any longer. It hurts—it hurts so bad. Why? Why does this keep happening to her? Why did she have to endure the agony of rejection over and over again because of who her par
Reina made her way to the living room an hour later, the soft glow from the chandelier casting a warm light across her features. Her slightly tousled curly hair framed her face as she surveyed the room, her eyes glinting with curiosity. She was dressed in a stunning champagne mermaid gown with a silver diamond-embroidered lace design artfully appliquéd with sequin accents. The dress hugged her curves with a flattering basque waistline that accentuated her silhouette. Its deep v-neckline, held delicately by fine spaghetti straps, added a touch of elegance, while the sheer bustier bodice infused the ensemble with a hint of sensuality. The light fabric shimmered softly, catching the light with every movement, transforming her into a vision of grace and allure. She was wearing a diamond necklace and earrings that accentuated her beautiful long neck and a silver mirror stiletto, accessorized with diamonds. The faint sound of her heel against the tiled floor drew the attention of everyone in
“Fifty million,” Xavier announced, causing the air to thicken with gasps and whispers. The crowd turned, their curiosity piqued, eager to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic figure wearing a golden mask who had casually tossed around such an astonishing sum like it was merely pocket change. “Fifty million! Fifty million going once, fifty million going twice... Sold!” The auctioneer’s voice rang with finality. “Let’s give a round of applause to our generous bidder for acquiring our stunning centerpiece,” the auctioneer announced, a note of excitement lacing his voice. The crowd erupted into applause, their clapping filling the air with vibrant energy. Alfonso stood up and made his way to retrieve the necklace that had captured everyone’s attention. “Now that the bidding has concluded, let’s move to the hall and enjoy the party,” the auctioneer announced, his tone upbeat. However, Lucas, growing increasingly agitated at the fact that he lost to the golden mask man, abruptly stood and stor
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Reina yelled, getting off the bed and heading for the door, which was being banged on by Bianca from outside, but before she could reach it, Lucas seized her by the arm, carried her and threw her on the bed. He swiftly climbed on hovering over her. “Since you refused to tell me the truth, I'm going to punish you till you confess!” Lucas snarled angrily as he ripped Reina's dress, exposing her to his eyes that instantly filled with lust. “I told you I don't f*cking know him," Reina said, struggling against him, but he pinned her hands above her head and sealed her lips. His kiss was rough, and demanding, as he continuously bit her lips. He pulled away, and said. “He gave you a fifty-million-dollar necklace! What do you take me for?!” "What?" Reina's eyes widened. 'The necklace is that expensive? Then she herself won't believe her claims; why would the man give her something so expensive?’ “Was he your first? Was he better than me?!” Lucas asked
It was a few minutes past 5 p.m. when Lucas stepped out of his office and made his way towards his private elevator, the evening sun casting a warm glow through the glass walls. On reaching the reception, he made his way to the parking lot. A sense of lightness filled his chest after the conversation with Attorney Jose. He had even instructed his secretary to select the finest, most exquisite jewelry available—something expensive to gift to his wife. He was wrong to mistreat her; he was going to apologize to her and restore the love that had once brought them so much joy. ~~~ Back at the mansion, Reina realizes that the necklace she received from the mysterious man the previous night was missing from her room. That's when she recalls the moment Lucas ripped her dress yesterday; she had felt a faint yank around her neck, an indication the necklace must be in his room. Determined to retrieve it, she manages to sneak into Lucas's room and is relieved to find Bianca asleep. After w
~~~ Colombia. Reina woke up to the sound of voices nearby. As she opened her eyes, she saw Lucas's blurry face looking down at her. “Reina, are you okay? I'm sorry, my love, I didn’t know you were pregnant.” “I'm pregnant?” Reina replied, placing her hand on her stomach. A smile spread across her face as she caressed it and whispered, “My baby.” Lucas, who hadn't finished speaking, continued. “No, my love, your fall was hard. You lost the baby, and the doctor said it damaged your womb. You won’t be able to bear another child.” Lucas spoke gently to Reina, taking Reina's hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. However, Reina turned away after absorbing Lucas' words, a wave of anguish washing over her as Lucas’s words echoed harshly in her mind, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. The reality of her situation settled in; she was pregnant, but once again, she had lost the precious life that could have been. After enduring the heartbreak of her second pregnancy slipping through
After an hour of soaking herself inside the bathtub, Reina stepped out of the bathtub, the water dripping down her body as she approached the shelf and took a towel as she began to pat herself dry.She walked out of the bathroom, and after applying lotion and her favorite perfume, rose and jasmine,. She entered her closet, her eyes instantly drawn to the red lingerie she got at the boutique she met Lucas. After slipping on the lingerie, she pulled out a drawer and took out the amber glass anal plug together with the lubricant she got and walked back into the bathroom.After cleaning it, she read instructions on how to use it, and following the instructions, she applied the lubricant on its smooth surface, and after inhaling and exhaling to calm her racing heart, she inserted the anal plug, and fuck, it was so uncomfortable, yet, she didn't miss the tingling sensation that coursed through her. It was new and different; she would enjoy it. Reina checked the time, and it was a few minute
“Xavier?” Reina said, the moment she opened her eyes and realized she was in Xavier's arms in her bed and inside her room. How did she get into her room, and why did Xavier come to sleep in her room?The only thing she remembers is she and Xavier putting Alexandre to bed and walking out of his room. That's all. She sat up, gently lifting Xavier's arm around her, but his eyes shot open, and he held her gaze for a moment before he abruptly sat up, his hand gripping her shoulder, as he softly began rubbing her arm.“Amore mio, you're awake,” Xavier asked worriedly as he cradled Reina's face in his palm, his thumb rubbing her cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked, searching her face as tension began swirling within him as he saw the perplexed look on Reina's face as she looked at him.“How am I here? And why are you here?” She asked, and Xavier's heart skipped a beat; he took her hands in his and began.“Reina, yesterday, I took you to the top of the mountain, and you fainted. You remember m
Xavier, with Reina in his arms, walked out of the glass gazebo; he locked it and hurriedly walked back into the mansion, his heart racing as he inwardly chided himself. ‘How could he have thought he could take her there, knowing how much she cherished that place?’ Tonight, he felt happy with the way things were going that he forgot he didn't have to do anything that might trigger Reina's memory. Tonight he had wanted to show and tell her everything. That she was his wife, for God's sake. He can't anymore. He wants to go to bed with his wife in his arms. Her face to be the first he sees when he opens his eyes. ‘Is that too much? To want his life to be whole?’ On reaching the floor where their rooms were located, he had wanted to take her to his room but decided against it. Xavier gently placed Reina on her bed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Emiliano, who answered on the first ring. “Boss,” his voice sounded. “Come to my wife's room immediately.” Xavier
The car Reina was riding in glided through the darkening streets. They had turned onto the forest route when suddenly, the headlight of another car from behind shone in the car. She turned to look back just as the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat informed her it was the boss. Reina's heart skipped a beat as she thought of what to do; feeling out of ideas, she instructed the other bodyguard driving the car. “Keep driving; don't give him the impression we have noticed them, or…” Reina's speech was interrupted by the honking sound of Xavier's car. “Madam?” The driver awaited Reina's instructions. Reina could see the panic expression on the bodyguards faces. They were scared of the impending wrath Xavier would unleash on them. “Stop,” Reina ordered, and the car halted. Reina watched as Xavier, dressed in his signature all-black, got out of his car, still looking ravishing, even with the frown twisting his face and the deadly aura surrounding him as he approached. He wasn't weari
“Reina...” the name slipped out of Lucas' lips. He had been looking forward to this, the day he would finally come face to face with Reina after almost two months apart. But this wasn't what he had anticipated, the expression on her face as she looked at him. “Reina, I can explain… please,” he said, reaching for her hand, but she recoiled away from his touch and demanded, “Tell me! Tell me it wasn't true! Tell me I heard wrong that the man I spent four fucking years of my life with didn't pay a random man to have sex with me!” “I'm sorry, mi amor; I regret my decision back then. I love you. I realized it too late," Lucas explained, his voice tender as he searched Reina's face for a sign of understanding. “Oh, I'm so happy; my husband loves me,” Reina exclaimed sarcastically, tears streaming down her face. Just then her eyes widened, as if recalling something, as she demanded, “So it was all a plan, you changing overnight? You really couldn't stand me, so you decided to set me up,
~Sicily~ It was a few minutes past 12 PM when Lucas and Rosario arrived at the mall. Even though Lucas had insisted it was okay, he would just ask his driver to get his clothes from the hotel. However, Rosario insisted he came to the mall with her since the clothes they got weren't his size. They approached a luxury boutique. An assistant approached them with a warm smile and said, “Hi, welcome to our boutique. I will be your assistant to help you check out the clothes you are interested in.” Rosario points at Lucas and says, “I need clothes in his size.” Just then Lucas' phone started to ring. He brought out the phone, and it was Bianca. He smirked inwardly as he thought. ‘After refusing to answer all his calls, who is calling now?’ He turned to Rosario and said, “I will get this; you go ahead.” Rosario nodded and walked away. Lucas went to the dressing area, and just then his phone began to ring again. He saw a flimsy red lingerie on a mannequin, and he imagined how it would look
After what felt like an eternity, Lucas finally reached his climax. He was sensible enough to pull his dick out of Ximena and cum on the sheets. Ximena lay there, her eyes bloodshot as her body was covered in sweat. ‘How did she end up like this? She met her long-lost cousin for the first time, and they already had sex?’ She was so tired after all the effort she used to push Lucas away, but he prevented her. Just then Lucas hovered over her, and that snapped her out of her thoughts. She pushed him away just as he asked her. “Are you okay?” Ximena scoffed, disbelief etching her features. She sat up and slapped Lucas hard across the face. “I asked you to stop. But you forced me. I hate you! I wish you had indeed died!” With that, she got off the bed and hurried out; lucky for her, there was no one in the corridor. Ximena had entered her room when she jumped in fright. “Marco, when did you come?” She asked, her voice trembling. “What happened to you? Did you cry?” Marco questioned,
Xavier sat Reina on the bed and went into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and gently pushed her down on the bed, her hair spread on the pillow, her cheeks crimson as she held his gaze. Xavier smiled at her softly, and Reina returned it nervously, her body trembling slightly. She was shy now that she thinks about it. Even though she had had sex with Xavier, imagining him looking at her so intimately made her nervous and excited with anticipation at the same time. Xavier, seeing her nervousness, began to gently caress her thighs. He spread her legs wide and knelt between her legs. "So beautiful," Xavier breathed, his breath caught inside his throat as his eyes fixed on Reina's red pussy calling out to him. Reina, feeling bare and exposed, tried to clamp her legs shut, but Xavier's grip on her inner thighs, gentle but firm, held her in place. “Don't move; allow me to relieve you,” Xavier said, bending over and placing a lingering wet kiss on her closed pussylips, inhal
It was a few minutes past 6 pm when Lucas arrived at the location the private investigator gave him. He got out of the car and walked through the front lawn, and judging by how trimmed the grass of the lawn was, he realized there was someone accommodating the house. He climbed up the stairs, stepping onto the veranda, then pressed the doorbell. He had lifted his hand to press the bell once again when the knob turned. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman, Rosario, came into view. One look at Lucas' face that reminded her of her late sister, his gray eyes that were the exact color, she opened her mouth as the name, “Lucas?” escape it. Lucas frowned as a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his mind. ‘How did the woman know who he was? Could it be that they knew where he was all this while but did not reach out to him?’ Before Lucas could voice his thoughts, the woman said, “Oh, my goodness, you are alive! I knew you didn't die. My boy,” she said, throwing her arms around Lucas, embra