Chapter 3: Milady's affair

Damien Yves Étienne's POV

"Ahh, why couldn't I get her out of my head?" I pondered as I sat on my room's couch. Michael Etienne, my father, was smoking tobacco directly in front of me. He looked at me, perplexed. "What's that? Do you have a woman who has piqued your interest?" he asked, smirking. "I guess," I replied, with a faint smile. He laughed when he heard my words. "Then I guess that woman is in danger, given how you, a mafia member, are interested in her," he responded. I had a frown on my face. "What can I do?" I said, crossing my arms, "I'll just hide my identity then."

I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one up. "Phew," I exhaled, extinguishing the cigarette. "Mhm, I wonder. Won't that woman get hurt if you keep your identity hidden? Wouldn't it be better if she knew?" I was enraged when he said that, so I stood up and yelled, "Are you f*cking kidding me? Do you want me to tell the world that the Étienne family is secretly a Mafia family?"

The door to the room was suddenly opened. "Sir, I discovered someone eavesdropping on your conversation," says Luca, my right-handed man. "Huh?" I wondered, seeing no one else but… “Charlotte?” "Get off of me!" she yelled. "What happened?" my father asked as he stood up. "There appears to be a problem; Father, Luca, may I have a brief conversation with this lady?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Yes, sir," Luca said as he walked away with my father. Charlotte and I were the only two people who remained in the room.

"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, staring directly at her. "The part in which the Étienne family is secretly a family of mafias," she sighed. F*ck. I didn't want anyone, especially her, to know. It would have been simple to silence someone else, but this is her we're talking above.  I messed up my hair and moved closer to her. What's strange is that she doesn't seem scared at all, despite knowing my secret. "What do you think of me now?" I inquired. "My opinions toward you have shifted, not for the better, but I'm here to propose a deal," she said, her eyes enticing.

"What's the deal?" I asked, perplexed by her sudden actions. "Have an affair with me," she said with a deep exhale. "Huh...?" I was perplexed. My heart was racing like crazy, but she kept a straight face. What precisely does she mean? "Pardon me, milady, but aren't you married, as you said? How can I do such a thing—" "Don't you want me to keep quiet about your secret? Have an affair with me in exchange for silence."

The offer was tempting, but it was also risky. "What exactly are you hoping to achieve by having an affair with me?" I inquired. She sighed, her face sad. "I don't like my husband; I've tried to divorce him, but every time I try, he hurts me. I need something to make him give up, and someone to protect me," she replied bluntly. I was taken aback by her sudden admission. "So your husband caused all of the bruises last night?" she shivered when she heard my words. "Yes," she said with a nod, and I sighed and moved closer to her. "So that someone is me, and that something is an affair?" I said, holding her right hand.

I looked her in the eyes, and she did as well. Despite knowing my secret, she looks at me bravely. I've never met a more courageous woman.... How enticing. I smirked and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Shall we have an affair?" I inquired, kissing her hand. My heart was racing, and every second I spent with her became thrilling. I'm curious... What is she exactly? Her eyes glowed when she heard my response. "Really?" She was adorable at this point. Controlling myself is becoming increasingly difficult. "Yeah," I said, pulling myself closer and wrapping her arms around mine.

My gaze is fixed on her. I could feel her fast heart rate coming into contact with mine. It created an intriguing melody. I leaned in closer to her lips, sensing her warm breath, and savored her tongue. "Mhm," she remarked. I'd never kissed anyone before. Not to mention having an affair. However, this... It feels so f*ck*ng good that I feel like I'm in heaven. "Sh*t," I said as I continued to suck her, this time more vociferously than before. "Ngh, wait-" I braced my shoulders as she attempted to push me. It was simple to keep her in my arms.

"Hah... f*ck," I yelled as I pinned her against the wall. "You're so d*mn delicious," I said, my eyes fixed on her lips. I went to kiss her again and again, curling my tongue. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow. My left arm raised her soft thigh, my other arm behind her neck. It felt great rubbing her thigh. "D*mn.. I'm hard," I said, leaving a hickey on her neck. "Should we do it? But I don't have any condoms," I asked, rubbing my thing against her underwear. "Ngl... n-no... I don't want to be pregnant, at least not right now," she replied. When she replied, I burst out laughing.

"You're f*cking cute," I said as I kissed her again. Our saliva were mixed, and we were all breathing at the same time. It was ridiculously hot. Sweat ran down my back, and I couldn't take my eyes off her skin and lips. Is this how it feels to have a woman? "Damn, I'm sorry," I said as I grabbed her chest. "Ngl! Ha!" she exclaimed. Her chest were large and soft. The sensation of playing with it was terrific.

I had completely destroyed her clothes before I realized it. Her body was covered in bruises. That enraged me even more against his husband. Everything would be perfect if I could just kill him. I kept going without inserting it, teasing her with only rubbing. Her reaction was hilarious. I admired the voices she created and the perseverance she possessed. She was full of hickeys. It was three o'clock in the morning at the time. But I continued. At this rate, I'm turning into a beast.

"Hey... Do you think you can put up with me for another hour? No, let's go for days," I continued.