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Alex
I looked around the room Elena had given me. It was comfortable and cozy, making me feel safe. I lay down on the bed, my mind going back to my mother’s last moments with me.
Ever since I was born, she had never been so gentle and caring toward me. Usually, she only showed me love when I could be useful to her. I had even planned to get rid of her after I dealt with Adriano.
I sighed, thinking about how I could plan my revenge now. I would use my parents’ death as the perfect reason to destroy him once and for all.
At least Mother had done one good thing for me by dying - now I had a real reason that everyone would understand.
Suddenly, a thought hit me like lightning. Adriano could track me down if he decided to trace my phone number. I quickly grabbed my phone and turned it off, then removed the SIM card. I threw it in the trash bin in the room.
I couldn’t even go to my company now - it would be too dangerous. I would have to stay here for a while until I figured out my next move.
I was still thinking about all of this when I fell asleep without realizing it. A knock on the door woke me up.
“Sir,” Elena called, still knocking.
“Come in,” I replied, stretching as I sat up. Elena walked in carrying a tray of food and gently set it down on the table.
“Is that for me?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes, I thought you might be hungry.”
“Thank you, but I’m not really in the mood to eat.”
She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sir, I know you’re going through a hard time, but you still need to eat to keep your strength up.”
Elena didn’t know the real story of what I was going through. All she knew was that my parents had died in a car accident, and I wasn’t planning to tell her anything more than that.
“Thank you,” I said, getting up and walking to the food. I took a spoon and tasted it. “This is really good.”
I never knew she could cook this well. Damn, the woman was good at everything. She was incredible in bed, and now this?
I could feel her stare searing into my skin as I ate, every glance of hers heavy and deliberate. When I finished, I pushed back my chair and went straight to bed.
From there, I watched Elena move with a teasing grace, striking a sexy pose as she bent down to pack the plates.
“If you need anything, just call me,” she muttered as she collected the empty plates and left the room.
I glanced up, imagining what Adriano’s corpse might look like. Would it be beautiful, or grotesque? A strange, chilling sensation filled me at the thought.

Evening came faster than I expected, and Elena entered with another plate of healthy food. I thanked her once I was done, but instead of leaving, she chose to stay.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she towered over me.
“Making you feel good,” she replied, her perfect lips curving into a seductive smile.
Damn it. How could she still be this sexy after having two kids? My rod was already starting to harden.
I grabbed her hand firmly. Even if I wanted to take her, it wouldn’t be in the guest room; it had to be in the very room she shared with her husband.
“You don’t want to?” she asked, her eyes searching mine for an answer.
“Not here,” I whispered against her lips. “I want to bury myself deep inside you… but not here.”
The smirk on her face only deepened. “Then where do you want to take this slutty body of mine?” she teased, her voice dripping with desire.
A soft moan escaped her lips as my hand closed over her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her tremble.
“In the master bedroom,” I growled. “The same bed where your husband fucks you.”
“Oh my,” she blushed, her cheeks heating. “I never knew you were so naughty, Alex.”
I love the way she says my name whenever we’re about to fuck, it sends a rush straight through me.
“Come on.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me along. “Let’s get to business.”
The room was right across from mine. No wonder she’d asked me to call her whenever I needed something. What a sly slut.
The moment she opened the door, I seized her soft, full chest in my hands. Elena moaned as I pinned her against the wall and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss.
She moaned into the kiss, parting her lips to let me in. I deepened it instantly, my tongue claiming her mouth as Elena’s hand slid around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Oh my, you look so beautiful, honey.”
One thing I loved about this slut was how quickly she got wet for me. My hand slid down between her thighs, and just as I expected, her panties were already damp with her arousal.
“I’m not here to pleasure you,” I muttered, releasing her hand before walking over to the bed.
I sat down, sinking into the softness, my gaze drifting around the room. Everything felt different in here—the air, the scent, every trace of Elena clinging to the space.
It only made my cock harder. And the thought of taking her right here, beneath her husband’s framed picture, sent a darker wave of pleasure surging through me.
“Come here and suck this.”
I leaned back and watched as she stripped, piece by piece, until she stood completely bare before me. The way her hips swayed, the subtle twist of her body as she moved closer, made my restraint slip.
I wanted nothing more than to grab her and bury myself deep inside that dripping hole. Elena sank to her knees in front of me, her eyes glinting with hunger as she freed my throbbing cock.
She stroked it slowly, teasingly, before leaning in to swirl her tongue around the tip, tasting me.
She took me deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around me. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair as she moved faster, her moans vibrating through me.
I could feel the tension building as she worked her magic, her lips tight around me. My grip on her hair tightened, and I guided her movements, faster and harder.
She moaned louder, sending shivers down my spine. I was on the edge, ready to explode.
“Elena!” I roared, my voice breaking with raw pleasure as I drove my length deep into her mouth. My body trembled, the heat coiling tight in my core.
“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, my grunts and moans echoing through the room.
The pleasure ripped through me, drowning out every worry, every thought, until there was nothing but the feel of her lips and tongue wrapped around me. This bitch was too damn good.
“I’m cumming!” I shouted again, before spilling myself deep inside her throat, emptying everything into her.
I panted heavily as I pulled myself free from her mouth. Elena stuck out her tongue, showing off my cum glistening on it, before closing her lips and swallowing it all down without hesitation.
“Damn. That was hot.”
“It’s my turn, baby,” she whispered as she lay back on the bed. Slowly, she spread her legs wide, putting her glistening, dripping pussy on full display, feeding my eyes with the sight of her need.
“Suck it.”
“It isn’t your turn to give me orders,” I growled, grabbing her legs and pulling her closer. “I’ll do anything I want with you.”
With one hard thrust, I shoved deep inside her, claiming her body. “You belong to me.”
I flipped her over, taking her from behind, my hand landing hard on her ass as I pounded into her. Each deep stroke made her tremble with pleasure.
I knew every inch of her—every weakness, every secret. I knew her in ways her husband never could.
I spanked her again, the sharp sound echoing through the room. I knew she loved it; her body always gave her away. She clung tighter around me, gasping with each strike as I drove into her harder.
My pace quickened, fucking her with relentless force while I continued to spank her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
“Tell me, bitch. Who do you belong to?”
“I… I belong to you, Master. My body belongs to you.”
“Tell me, baby… which cock do you crave more—mine, or your husband’s?”
“Yours, master,” Elena moaned. “Yes. Right there.”
“You love my cock more than your husband’s, don’t you?” I growled, yanking her hair back as I pulled out only to slam myself deep inside her again.
“Ha!” Elena’s cries and moans echoed through the room, her voice a melody of raw pleasure. The ecstasy wrapping around us was pure bliss.
The room echoed with her cries, each one a testament to the overwhelming sensation coursing through her.
Every touch, every breath, seemed to amplify the euphoria, leaving her trembling and gasping for more.
In that moment, nothing else mattered—only the intoxicating bliss that consumed her entirely.
She was lost in pleasure, enjoying it even more than I was.
“I knew it, bitch,” I growled, tightening my grip on her hair. “You’re dripping because I’m fucking you right in your husband’s bed. You must really despise that man.”
“Yes, master,” she gasped. “I hate him for never knowing how to fuck me.”
Our moans tangled with the sharp rhythm of skin slapping as I drove into her again and again.
“I’m cumming,” she cried out. “Fuck me faster—harder!”
Just like that, I slammed into her harder, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. With a few more relentless thrusts, she came undone around me.
The pressure inside me built fast. I yanked out of her, grabbed her by the head, and drove into her mouth, spilling myself deep as I released.
“Don’t waste a single drop,” I groaned, my body trembling with release. “Swallow it all… every last bit.”
I laid back on the bed, satisfied, with Elena beside me. She let out a soft groan as my fingers teased her nipples. What a life, pure pleasure wrapped in sin.