Prologue
Ashley
"Hmm… you smell so good, sweetheart," Marco said while he kissed my neck, and I was really enjoying it. I could feel what he was doing as his hands roamed over my body, especially my breasts. He gently played with the small crowns on top, giving me even more pleasure, especially when he flicked them. "I miss you so much, sweetheart. I hope you won't leave for that long again," he said while looking at me.
I met his gaze and smiled, saying, "I just bought some groceries, Marco." He always acts like this. When he's at home, I can't leave. He always wants to see me, and I feel the same way.
"Even so, let the maids do it instead," he replied, pouting like a child. We were in his office, a spare room in the house where he often worked. No one from the house helpers came in here, so we could do whatever we wanted without worrying about being seen.
"Sit on my lap, sweetheart," he said sweetly, and I happily obeyed. I loved being close to him. I sat facing him, spreading my legs so my body pressed against his. I could feel his excitement for me, but I also knew he was holding back.
"You're so hard, Marco…" I couldn't help but say while I moved my hips. This only excited him, and I could feel him getting even harder.
"Ohh…" he groaned, "It's because of you, sweetheart. I don't know how you managed to attract me like this. What did you feed me?" he said before kissing me passionately.
His hands continued savaging my body with his hands. And every part he touched leaves a trail of electricity that keeps me wanting more.
I couldn't believe I could feel so much love from him. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. "I love you so much, sweetheart," he said after our heated kiss.
"I love you too, Marco," I replied, filled with sincerity. I wanted him to feel how much I cared for him because I felt it from him, too. I kissed him again, and we got even more heated. As his hands roamed, I touched his strong body, feeling proud that he was mine.
We had undressed each other, and even though we should be cold because of the air conditioning, we felt even hotter. His hardness was so firm while I was so wet, and he kept playing his fingers between my thighs. Then he lifted me onto the sofa while my legs were wide open, which Marco loved because he could see how beautiful my body was.
"You're so wet for me, sweetheart," he said before lowering his face to my private area. "It's so good…" I murmured, which made him even more eager. I was lost in pleasure, saying,
His tongue is expertly licking my clit, making my soul leave my body. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to my femininity, never wanting him to stop what he was doing.
After some time, I felt him inserting his finger in my core while he continues sucking and licking my clit. I felt so high that I didn't want this moment to end. He's very good at foreplay, making me admire his self-control.
He inserted another finger, and gosh, I still want to hold on, but I don't know how long I can take it. I loved the feeling, and I didn't want him to stop. If only we could do this every hour, every minute, or every second of every day, I am going to ask him to do that.
"Marco, I'm going to cum.." He then turned me around, and I lay on my stomach with my elbows on the soft back of the sofa.
He raised my hips slightly before finally entering me with his hardness. "Ohh…" we both moaned, "It feels so good…"
"Ughh! Ughh! Fuck, sweetheart!"
"Ahh, don't stop, please.." I pleaded.
He moved in and out of me slowly at first, then faster and faster, as we both shouted each other's names until we released all our heat.
"Marco, I really feel bad about this. But why can't I leave you?" I said as the heat faded while we lay on the large sofa. Once, this place only had single seats. Still, since we started our relationship and had our first time here, he quickly replaced them with a comfortable sofa.
"Me too, sweetheart," he replied, and I could feel his sadness. I couldn't blame him because I understood how he felt, just as he understood me.
This wasn't the first time something happened between us; I was sure it wouldn't be the last. We had long been indulging in each other, tasting pleasures we shouldn't have. A dish with poison that would take us to hell. What should I do?
Marco Montecillo. Who is he?
He owns the biggest real estate company in the country. He is handsome, fit, rich, and very kind and loving. But that's not why I'm so obsessed with him.
It's not those things that make me weak and plunge myself into sin. It's because of my feelings I can't control that doesn't recognize right from wrong. I've tried not to fall for him many times, but I've failed just as often. There were moments I cried to sleep because my conscience couldn't take what I was doing.
I've tried to leave him, but I haven't succeeded. Ultimately, I always returned because I couldn't bear not seeing him. And every time I returned, I could see the relief on his face. I knew he worried every time I went out, fearing I wouldn't come back because I'd told him so many times to end our madness, but like me, he couldn't do it.
We even reached the point where we cried, knowing our relationship wasn't right. We were hurting the people who should be important to us, my twin and his wife.
Yes. I'm a mistress. And my brother-in-law is my lover.