Hansel 3

Hansel 3
Hansel

She had slapped me. It should have made me angry and in a way I was, my fingers itched to punish her, spank her ass until she begged me to stop or to fuck her. Gretal had always liked to have her ass slapped. She had always had a kinky side.

But that slap had spoken volumes. I knew my wife. When she didn’t care, she became cold and aloof. The original ice queen. The fact that she had reacted so violently told me I still affected her. She could avoid me all she wanted, sooner or later over the weekend I would corner her again and then she would submit. I would kiss her, make her furious, but sooner or later Gretal would be back in my bed. And this time I wouldn't let her go. I would make her realise that we were meant to be together.

I just had to get her alone and remind her who she belonged to first.

“Hansel?”

My date's thigh stiffened under my fingertips. I had been caressing her thighs whilst staring at my wife for the last five minutes. 

“You're staring at her again.” The whine in her voice was grating. I didn't even want to touch her. My mind and my cock were so hyper focused on Gretal, it was like I couldn't see anything else. 

Shaking myself, I tore my eyes away from the group at the bar who had closed in around my wife. “Who?” The smile I flashed my date didn't meet my eyes. I wanted her gone but I didn't know how to tell her. She wasn't one of the club girls. I couldn't just tell her to fuck off. If I did, I would prove Gretal right.

And I wasn't totally heartless no matter what she thought. 

“The blonde woman you were in the bathroom with, the one who slapped your face.”

“Gretal. Her name is Gretal.”

Next to me, Havoc's head snapped up. His eyes widened in shock. “You were in the bathroom with Gretal?” He didn't even try to hide the surprise in his voice. “Are you two…” He trailed off, a frown replacing the smile. “Wait, she slapped you?”

“Yeah, she slapped me.” I shrugged. “You know what she is like when she's passionate about something.”

“Are you two going to try again or….” He trailed off, sending an apologetic smile in Louisa’s direction. “Obviously not, you’re here with a date.” His lips quirked again. 

“Who is she? This Gretal? An ex or something?” Louisa sounded worried and rightly so. Now Gretal was under the same roof as me, there could be no one else. The sooner Louisa knew that, the better.

Havoc laughed; it was a great big belly laugh. “She wishes she was his ex, but Hansel flatly refuses to sign the divorce papers.”

Louisa’s eyes widened. She turned towards me and the hurt in them made them shine. “She's your wife?”

“Shit, didn't you know?” Havoc threw me an apologetic look. “I didn't mean to blurt that out, brother.”

I waved away his apology. It wasn't quite how I wanted Louisa to find out, but it was best that it was out in the open. “Don't stress, Havoc.”

“She's your wife and you brought me as your date? What sort of fucked up kind of marriage do you have?” Louisa’s voice was rising, drawing attention to us. “Are you separated?” 

Gretal was looking at us, a line appearing between her eyebrows. Her hand was on Gio’s arm. And it was on that I focused. I didn't know what she was doing touching the head of The Family, but I didn't like the familiarity or the way they were talking together. I knew he had asked her for help but I hadn't thought for one second that something might have happened between them. 

Yet the proof was right there in front of my eyes. 

Gretal followed Gio out of the room, she didn't even look back, and rage erupted in my chest.

She was my wife. And even if she hadn’t been, she should never be with someone like Gio. I wasn't a good man, but in comparison to him, I was a saint. 

I was half out of my chair before I realised what I was doing. Havoc’s hands came down hard on my shoulders, forcing me back down into the chair. 

“Don't, Hansel,” he ground out.

He was right of course. I couldn't go and make a scene just because my wife had left with another man. Monster, or more likely Angela, would kill me if I spoiled their big day. But Gio would have his day of reckoning. Head of The Family or not, he didn't get to touch my wife. Not and live.

Forcing myself to relax, I turned to Louisa. My fingers slid further up her thigh and I massaged her slim leg. 

“Yeah, we are separated. Tonight, I'm with you, Louisa. Just you.”



Louisa’s mouth was warm and inviting. Her tongue lapped against me. Tracing the veins of my cock like a pro. And I felt nothing. 

It didn't matter what she did or how hard she tried to get me going, my cock stayed as limp and flaccid as it had been watching the wedding ceremony. I couldn't get into it. And I knew the reason why.

Gretal. 

Her face haunted me, the image of her following Gio out of the room was burned into my retinas. Were they together even now? Was my wife on her knees in front of him, with his cock in her mouth like my date was? The thought made my grip on Louisa’s hair tighten sharply. 

She was a pretty girl, and she wanted to suck my dick, but she wasn't Gretal. They were similar looking but staring down at her face she just looked like a cheap knock off. 

Never before in my life had I not been able to get it up. Even when Gretal had first left I had lost myself in other women. Lots of other women.

God, there had been so many women.

“Hansel? What's wrong?” Louisa came off me with a wet pop and wiped a hand over her lips. “Don't you want to?”

Oh I wanted to. I just didn't want to be with her. Not when Gretal was there. 

“Hey.” Pope’s head appeared around the open doorway. He grinned as he took in the woman on her knees. “Not interrupting am I?”

He knew full well he was. It was the reason he hadn't bothered knocking. But it was the out I needed. “Not at all, why don't you join us?” Tilting Louisa’s chin up, I met her eyes. “That ok with you, sweetheart?”

Louisa chewed on her lip, her eyes darting towards Pope, appraising him. And then she nodded. “Yeah, I guess so, if it's what you want, Hansel.”

“Yeah it is.” Turning towards the door, I nodded. Pope wasted no time in pulling Louisa into his arms. The way he kissed her was full of fire. It would have been hot under other circumstances. 

I headed towards the door. 

“Hey, Hansel, if you see Sylvie…?”

I grinned. I knew the games those two liked to play. Louisa had come today wanting a taste of biker, she wanted to live on the wild side and by God she was about to.

“I'll tell her where to find you.” I slipped through the door and into the cool draught of the corridor. I didn't know where I would find Gretal, but I was going to.

It was time to find my wife.