All Chapters of My Neighbour's Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I'm a dirty little liar. I could never have the upper hand in this. Perhaps the anger had driven me, but it was more than that. It's that he is right. He's been in every dream of mine in the past week, making love to me like I never have been before. I blame him for touching me. It's easy to put the blame on him because it means I don't get to ask myself why I came for him that night. Why I begged for it. I push in another finger and it glides in easily, offering no resistance. I'm soaked. My fingers might be too slim, too small to reach where I want it too, but his razor sharp focus on my pussy does more than enough for reach. I release my bottom lip, intent on moaning loud enough for Valentina to hear when he speaks diplomatically into the receiver, "I have a meeting scheduled in five minutes. I'll join you in an hour." His eyes track the movement of my tongue over my bottom lip. "And thirty minutes." He hangs up. My chest rises and falls, my back arching as his

I open my eyes, expecting to find him flaccid, but he's far from it. Insatiable, I dub thee. Cum spills in small droplets, controlled as he strokes himself, ensuring it is enough to run down my lips, into my mouth, down my throat. But not nearly enough to be the entirety of his load. His reddened, pulsating tip says as much. He pulls my hair forcing me up from where I rest on my knees and he strokes himself, teasing the seams of my lips with his bulbous head. I stare at it, swallowing against the sudden thirst in my mouth. What is wrong with me? He pulls back, tracing my chin with it, my breasts, my nipples. Everywhere but my mouth. Tingles spread through my belly, sending warmth down to my very toes. I swallow, again, a word I will never utter forming on my lips. Please. But I was stupid to think he'd ask me to utter it anyway, because he doesn't need my permission to take what he thinks is his. He plunges his cock into my mouth, making me taste myself on him. It is disgusting,

Past “Zefiro, aspetta! Per favore!” Enzo yells, hot on my heels and I’ve never hated the family tradition any more than I do now. It is all that keeps me from swiveling and blowing his brains out. “Zefiro!” The guards pivot upon sighting me. A storm brews overhead and they can tell what comes next. They know well to stay far from it. The violence. It builds under my skin, humming to life with every feminine sob that flits down the stairwell. It grows with every platter of bare feet against marble. It sings to me. Kill. Kill the fucker. Take him apart, limb from limb and have each hang off the walls of my bedroom like portraits, so she sees what happens to the next man she brings in there. But Enzo is blood. Famiglia over everything else. Frustration is a living thing in my chest, curling, spreading, mingling with the rage. I bite my tongue and draw blood. I ram my fist into the wall until I can’t feel my right hand anymore. But the pain does nothing for

The giggling of a child halts my feet. I stare, and stare. I had but one thing in mind during the flight back home. Sue. Her legs wrapped around me, her nails sinking into my skin as she took me deeper than any woman ever dared too. I had a meeting with the new investors for the HQ in thirty minutes, but my feet wouldn't take the turn to my bedroom for the much needed freezing shower. Instead, I found my feet heading to a different part of the house. One I've never been to. The servant's quarters, and now, I watch through the door, open wide and packed with more than a dozing maids. I watch as Susanna lifts a child in her arms and kisses his eyes. His nose. He squeals and she laughs, grey eyes brighter than the stars in the skies. The joy on her face make her too beautiful to gaze upon. "Aren't you a cute little...yes...auntie loves you too," she says in the nonsensical language of babies and even I find it utterly ridiculous that I understood her. I fo

Standing, I pull off my sleeveless shirt. My pants and briefs follow and I watch her take in every inch of my naked skin. She struggles to avert her gaze from my torso but she fails. Her back arches and her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip as she stares shamelessly at my cock. I'd be offended that she desires that part of me more than she desires something real with me, but I'm a sucker for her. She doesn't know it yet, but I'll give her whatever she wants if she ever learns how to make demands.Susanna reaches for a loafer--my loafer, wets it and something about watching her rub something of mine against that pale skin makes arousal pool at my tip and drip. Down. She leans forward so suddenly, catching my precum on her lips like she couldn't afford to let it go to waste.Jesus.I sit, more than content with watching her squeeze the bubbled, soapy water down her neck, and I watch it soak her bra, run down her hard nipples. She watches me watch her. It makes her wilder. Incorrig