All Chapters of My Husband And A Lover: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Martin's POV - I drove over to Diana's apartment. I parked my car and started for the door. When I got to the door, I pressed the doorbell."Martin, what are you doing here?" Venessa asked as soon as she opened the door. "If you want me back, you know that's never gonna happen, you're so -""Can you just shut up, let me talk." I cut her short. "Your parents are at my place. I was kicked out of my house so I could get you. They're not going to allow me back, only if I get you. They would only leave if they see us back together as a happy couple.""Oh my god, that's weird." She said."Yeah, they saw the video. We are screwed.""So, you want me to come with you and pretend like we're a happy couple. Sorry, but that's not gonna work." "Well, it will work because I can't go into my house without you.""I don't care.""I don't care if you care, you're coming with me and that's it.""Venessa, who's that at the door?" Dian

Martin's POV - "Venessa, just as your husband keeps doing little things for you, you need to be particularly attentive to appreciate the little things he does," Helen said. "I do appreciate, he gifted me things back then, when we were dating, and I appreciated, " Venessa said."You don't appreciate enough," I said."I say thanks. Oh, you want me to bow down and worship you before you know I appreciated it." Venessa said. "You should say thanks always. Most times, you just hug and kiss me and call me sweetheart or baby, that's it." I said."I'm always appreciative, so stop lying," Venessa said."If he feels you don't appreciate, then you don't," Helen said. "With a smile and thanks, he will know that he has scored a point. He needs this appreciation and encouragement to continue giving.""Your husband needs to feel he can make a difference. He stops giving when he feels he's being taken for granted. Venessa, you should

Diana's POV - Doctor Great dragged me by my hair. "Please forgive her, she didn't mean to offend you," Damian begged."Oh, lover boy. Who should suffer for that? Is it your darling girlfriend or you?" Great smirked."Please don't hurt him, I'm begging you. I called you a psychopath, so you can do whatever you want to do to me." I pleaded. My heart was beating so fast in my chest while I sweated profusely. I struggled but it was all in vain. Doctor Great pushed me roughly and I almost landed flat on my face.Doctor Great turned to face Damian who was held by his men. "Tell me, what am I going to do to your darling girlfriend?"Great asked." Let us be or you can kill us both so we will then be together in the afterlife," Damian said.Doctor Great began laughing hysterically. "You're funny." His face turned into a hardened frown. "I hate love!" He yelled. "Every girl I've loved always didn't love me back." He gritted his teeth and laughed

Diana's POV - "Let's play a game." Great stated. He left the room and locked the door. Minutes later, I met a man in a mask. His eyes made me genuinely positive I had subsequently met a larger demon. He raised his hand and beckoned, lips curving beneath the masks that ended above his mouth.I wonder if I'm purported to curl up, trembling for my knees like an excellent victim, purported to bow my head and await the wolf to slake his thirsts for my frame in a darkish manner he wished.I sponsored far from him, so afraid. I shook my head to let him know that I don't want it. His eyes flashed inside the masks and the expression of pleasure in them made me choke on greater worry. He leaped forward, I gasped and pranced backward once more, however, he best grinned evilly and tugged out a chair at one of the tables he drew near.I pressured myself to live nevertheless and watch even as he undid his fit jacket and settled it across the chair. His eyes nevertheless held

Diana's POV - Our sounds have become tangled in every different whilst that became the aspect that threw me over the threshold of torture into agonizing. It was a shameful bliss. Mine became taken aback cries and shrieks of release, even as he had become wild little growls of pride with how I unwillingly squeezed him in orgasmic spasms. "I know you like the spirit as I do." He hissed in my ear, and the sound became so menacing that it made me cry out once more as he chuckled wickedly.  And then wrenched my head again with a hand in my hair in a manage preserve, sinking his enamel into my shoulder even as he rode out his very own animal orgasm, tough jerks of his cock interior me till he in the end twisted up and held me on his lap, his fingers conserving me nonetheless with periodic, violent spasms that have been in sync with the manner his cock pulsed.  I was feeling numb, and just then, I sniffled. I became dazed, and he made a purring sound in the back o