Chapter 201 Agreeing To Her Temptation {1}

Chapter 201 Agreeing To Her Temptation {1}
Let me take you back to the beginning where it all started. Mr. Troy, the magistrate who happened to live next door brought back his estranged wife. The reason they'd been estranged for six years was definitely the least of my worries. I hadn't seen her before, various descriptions from passerbys had me already picturing an image of her.

Behind my house was my already structured farm where it had an overview of Troy's massive mansion. Most times, when I skirt my gaze to the windows of the mansion, I would catch a woman's silhouette. She was always massaging her chest _ I could tell it was a woman from the way her breasts were formed.

Trying not to be bothered by what became a constant show, I didn't realize that my nonchalant attitude drove her to the edge. I believed Troy's wife sent her Butler over to me. Throwing a vest over my head, I stepped behind the Butler as he led me to the mansion.

"Do you know why you're here?" A sweet melodic voice spoke, breaking through my trance as I observed the beautiful surrounding. Flowers were stuck into ceramic pots in the room where I waited.

Pulling my face up, I finally looked up and down the woman that walked in. The length of her hair stopped at her back, the hair, the colour of clay. And while her eyes were fixated on me, I wondered why she would have me alone without her husband.

"Have I caused trouble, Mrs. Troy?" I restrained my eyes from staring at her partly exposed cleavage. She was beautiful, but she was temptation. She was wearing a midi dress which showed off her pretty back.

She laughed, a delight to my ears. Pushing herself towards me, the rays of the setting sun kissed her face. "Well, you're trouble." She smiled at me.

When she said, 'I meant trouble', what did she mean? She moved close and placed her hand on my chest, it had me cocking my brows. What was she doing? and where was her husband?

Taking a step back, I replaced it with a warm smile. "If I am trouble. I would like to know the cause of it." I folded my palms to keep me calm. I shouldn't be a fool to a rich woman's ploy.

There was something she probably wanted from me. She'd been studying me, stroking and oiling herself to the view of me working in my farm. Was that why she'd insinuated that I was trouble, by minding my business?

Her lips quivered as she tried to speak. Hesitating, she stepped closer that I could smell her soft fragrance. She smelt like oil and candles, I bit the corner of my lip to stall the thoughts of her from re-entering my head.

"This is what I mean by trouble," her hand grazed down my broadened chest swiftly, dipped lower until it crossed my abdomen and stopped, catching and cupping my phallus.

The shock had me catching my breath, wrinkling my nose, and arching my brows. Her eyes boldly pierced through mine, holding it firmly until I was forced to pull her hand away.

I was not an inanimate object. I was a full blooded man with blood flowing through my veins. If I did lack self control, I would have flung her to the wall, raised up her skirts and fucked her till her pussy bled her fluid.

"This is wrong in every aspect," I find myself saying, ignoring the visible outline of my throbbing dick.

"I could be sweet in the middle," she reasoned, licking her lips, raking a sharp gaze towards my bulge.

My nose flared. "You don't even know me, Mrs Troy. And neither do I." I did hope that tiny reason would get through her.

She pushed herself towards me. "Let me make this clear. I thought you may find this alluring as more men seem to embrace audacious women," she paused, raising her skirts up to reveal her half-shaven pussy. It was clean though few hairs curled from the abdomen downwards. Bold of her to come outright to have me jam my cock into her hole.

"My husband is not home, and you may fuck me wherever and whatever position you want. I find you attractive and watching you all day is never enough," she concluded, never letting her gown down.

I ignored the lust in her eyes. I was never fixing another man's woman pussy, that I had vowed to myself. "Mrs Troy, do you know my name?"

Her eyes widened, perhaps she didn't understand why I was asking her that. "Cameron," she replied.

I closed up the gap between us, hooked my hands on hers and guided her to drop her skirts. Her pride must have been wounded because her breathing became rough. Her gaze lowered momentarily as I spoke.

"You're not the kind of woman I would have in bed."

"Why?" She looked pained.

"You're my neighbour's wife, and I do not find you attractive," I said.

Bold again, she fished for my cock, stroking it through my trousers. "Yet your cock finds me attractive," she snapped.

Feigning anger, I smacked her hand away. "I will never sleep with you," I told her, drew in a deep breath then turned to leave.

"Cameron," she called, stopping me.

I turned to look at her. A radiant smile had replaced the hurt on her face. "I will find a way for you to get through my legs." She told me.

Was that a dare? I scoffed to myself.

What power does she has?

There was nothing she could do, as long as I didn't agree to her temptation.



I tried to go about my daily affairs like Mrs Troy hadn't asked me to fuck the hell out of her pussy, like she hadn't threatened subtly. Her touching herself in the dark became the everyday deed.

And when Mr. Troy asked me to his parlour, I thought word must have gotten to him that his wife was touching herself in the dark while the world viewed.

I never realized that the power of a woman who wanted you in her bed was playing out wildly in ways I would never had imagined.

Why was her husband telling me he was impotent, and he would love for me to impregnate his wife if I agree to it?