Page 50 of Desire and Revenge

A few minutes later, I’ve slicked on lipstick and I’m walking down the hallway leading to my husband’s home office on the ground floor. I have to juggle the tray a little to be able to grab the knob and turn it.

“Good evening, Seb—” my words and the smile on my face falter and then die a quick death at the sight before me.

My husband is seated on his large leather chair, leaning back with his eyes closed, jaw clenched. Seated on his lap is the platinum blonde, Vittoria, naked except for a heavy diamond necklace clasped around her neck.

“Fuck baby, you’re amazing,” my husband is saying. “So gorgeous, so good.”

She’s clutching the back of the chair for leverage and bouncing up and down. The large chair has been pushed far back from the desk, and so, from where I’m standing at the door, I can see his slick cock slipping in and out of her and I immediately note that he’s not wearing a condom.

His business associate indeed.

I knew something had to be going on between them, deep inside I knew I was just living in denial, as I so often do.

She throws her head back, panting, and Sebastian’s mouth latches on to her heavy breast, sucking with rupture. He looks pleased and consumed—nothing like the cold, impersonal man who slips into my bed and pushes into me.

“I’m going to cum, I’m so close!” Vittoria screams.

“Yeah, baby,” he rolls her nipple in his hand. “I’m close too. I’m about to paint your insides with my cum.”

“Ah!” she bites out, pace becoming erratic, hip rolling and bouncing.

He grabs her hip and begins to guide her movements, slamming her down on his length over and over again till she’s sobbing and writhing. My gaze flicks to my husband and goes wide at the way he’s looking at her.

My own mind flashes back to how Nero had looked at me last night.

He drags his tongue up her throat and then sucks down on it.

“Oh, my fucking God. Don’t stop. Harder! Sebastian!”

My stomach curdles at the realization that all I’ve ever done is lay there and take it. Even with Nero, the two times we have been involved, he had been responsible for our pleasure. I want to make him look at me the way Sebastian is looking at his lover. I want to be able to drag those guttural sounds from him.

No, no. What am I saying?I’m supposed to want to bringmy husbandpleasure. Maybe that will be the first step to making our marriage stronger. I’ll earn his respect and kindness, and he won’t need Vittoria anymore.

And then I can finally put my attraction to Nero in the bin.

Or maybe I won’t.

Sebastian grunts, and I decide that I’ve been peeping Tom long enough. I slip away as quietly as I came. The whole way to the kitchen to return the tray, I keep thinking what kind of a heartless bitch I am that seeing my husband with another woman doesn’t make me furious. The only thing I feel is relief that I don’t need to feel guilty about this thing with Nero.

And excitement about what I’m about to do.

I tell myself I need to. It’s for the sake of my marriage, it’s for Sebastian. But deep inside, I know the truth.

As I slide on the lilac, see-through lingerie bodysuit, I can already feel my skin tingling. I undo my hair from its bun and drag my fingers through it, messing up the curls. Biting my lip nervously, I wrap my dressing gown tightly around me and then pick my way to Nero’s room.

Everything inside of me is telling me to turn around and forget this ridiculous plan, but my body wins the battle against common sense, and I knock on his door.

It feels like I can’t draw full breath from my lungs for the seconds it takes him to pull open the door.

Dark eyes flare when they land on me. “What are you doing here, Princess?”

“Aren’t you going to let me in?”

He looks around before speaking again. “You can’t be here.”

I decide to not waste our time beating around the bush. “I want you to teach me how to please you—I-I-m-mean, please a man.”

“Christ almighty, Sofia,” he grits out, then grabs me by my waist and tugs me inside.

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