2026-04-24 11:42:50I hissed at both the pain and the electric currents that travelled straight to my boner.
Fucking, get a grip of yourself, Ace. “You always did that,” Lena murmured. “Ignoring things until they got worse.” I let out a dry laugh. “Some habits don’t change.” Lena shook her head. “No,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine, “but some people do.” Yeah. Like my wife Clara. Quickly, I withdrew my hands. “What happened to you, Ace? All these years… you never contacted me. Even if for a quick fuck.” she asked. I hesitated. A quick fuck? My mind shouldn't even harbour such lewd thoughts, but I could feel the concept brewing, imagining those tits in my hands as her sonorous voice moaned.. Fuck Ace! “My wife wants an open marriage.” I blurted out. Finally, it was out of my system. I watched it for Lena's mockery and judgement… but it didn't come. Instead she grabbed my hand again, covering my open wound with her sweaty but warm palms. It sent jolts down to my cock. I knew my boner could not be hidden now, my cock pressed firmly on the side of my trousers, begging to be released. “I see,” she said after a moment. “That’s all you have to say?” She tilted her head. “What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. Lena snorted. Then she leaned over so I could taste the fresh whiskey on her breath. “Before we talk about wives and their infidelity, why don't we solve this problem first?” Her hands slowly trailed my chest… all the way down to my boner. Once she got a grip, she squeezed hard. “Fuck!” My hips rutted into her waiting palms. That felt really good. “That's what I thought.” Lena whispered hotly. Then she slipped her hands into my trousers, rubbing my slit… “I've missed you, just like your dick missed me, Ace. And no. You cannot say no.” “Lena…” I couldn't even argue with her while she handled me. “My wife—” Before I could finish, Lena slammed her mouth over mine, sucking my lower lips like her life depended on it. We were out here in the open, yet nobody could see us making out. Panting hard and thoroughly aroused, Lena straddled me. When she pushes her tits right into my mouth, I knew I was fucked. I grappled on to those nipples for dear life, my body twirling with arousal as I flickered my tongue on her nipples, that low moan of hers doing things to my body that I did not expect after so long. What was left of my self restraint went out the window but this time, I did not stop myself. I let my hands wander closer, feeling the sides of her boobs with my fingers and slowly watching her react violently to every touch, her own breath, like mine, growing raggedy. This was the Lena I knew back then—hot, wild and insatiable. I tugged her nipples in between my teeth, causing her to hiss in pleasure. She had always liked to mix both pain with pleasure. Wait. I nearly pushed her over. Thankfully, she had a firm grip. “We can't do this here.” A bored sigh escaped Lena's lips. “I knew you would say that. Come, I reserved a room already.” _________________________ The room was gigantic, not the normal kind that the climax provided for. " I see you have spent your years making a lot of money" I teased. She hummed, facing me with a sly smile nestled on her face as she took off her gown, leaving her boobs facing me, those dang nipples still taut and wanting more and her underwear see through. My heart raced. Fuck. " Come here" I said instead, pushing against my rational thoughts that wanted nothing more than to walk away before things got to intense. She did not walk, she crawled. Her eyes held mine as she crouched in front of me, pushing me gently on the bed and taking her hands down town. My cock could not take this teasing. And she knew that, because she took her precious time, her hands groping me gently, fondling my dick through my trousers while staring at me like I was a mirror of her desires. "Fuck Lena..." She hushed me, so fucking sexy this woman. " Do you want me to? Or is your wife going to give you hell for fucking another woman when she fucks another man?" That did it. I felt the last shred of restraint I had slipping away from my grasp as I pulled down my trousers, my boxers following until I was standing in front of her, cock springing out like this was the moment it has waited for all night. When I spoke again, my voice was husky with need and that overwhelming desire to bend her over and fuck her until her sharp mouth knew nothing but my name. " Will you keep talking or will you put this cock in your mouth?"
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Ace’s POVThe investigator called while I was still sitting in the car outside the office.“Just say it,” I told him.“I’ve got more than those medical results now.” He sounded careful. “Two things. First one is that Clara went to a cash clinic about eight weeks ago under a slightly different name. It wasn’t a normal pregnancy visit.”“Well I’ll be dammed.”“It was a consult about faking early signs and controlling the story. The person who told me won’t go public for obvious reasons, but the timing matches when she started pushing the pregnancy hard.”My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “And the second?”“Messages but they were not signed with her name, but tied to a phone from her office. Talk about keeping the timeline useful and not letting you force her into real proof.”“Why am I not even surprised?”“Hold up, It’s not a full confession. But it sure as hell doesn’t sound like an innocent woman.”“So I’ve got enough to face her with.”“Enough to stop being gentle but not eno
Chapter 151
Lena’s POVThe window I had was only going to be open for ninety minutes.Karl had a meeting across the city, this was one of those rare times his schedule created distance without his ever watchful eyes on me. Natasha had marked the block two days ago and said, if you’re going to test anything, test it then. Not the full exit, just one piece and one route. I left the apartment with a grocery bag and the appearance of a woman running ordinary errands. At the market I bought items I did not need, then walked out through the side street instead of the front. The plan was simple, or close to it; No taxi from the nearest corner, two blocks down. A bus, not an app car. Then a transfer line we had chosen because the cameras were older and the crowd was thicker at this hour.My secondary phone stayed off in the bottom of the bag.The first stop was a short-term room above a laundry, paid in cash to avoid anyone tracing it. Natasha had refused to let me near it during setup. Today was th
Chapter 150
Clara’s POVMy father asked me to come to the house in the afternoon, which should have been ordinary but instead felt like being summoned to a verdict.He received me in the study with the door half open and his glasses already in his hand. Marcus, mercifully, was not there. His absence did not feel like relief, on the contrary, It felt like the damage had already been done thoroughly enough that he no longer needed to be present for whatever happens next.“Sit down, Clara.”I sat. “If this is about the panel clip, I already know what you’re going to say.”“It’s not only about the panel my child.” He set the glasses on the desk. “It’s about the calls you’re making Clara, the way every adjustment looks, from the outside, like a fight for survival rather than a demonstration of readiness.”My mouth went dry. “I am fighting for survival?! Is that your personal opinion or another one of Marcus’s words that has managed to get to you.”“Enough.” The word was quiet and absolute. “I am not
Chapter 149
Marcus’s POVThe morning panel had been billed as a modest industry breakfast on succession continuity in family-held enterprises. I accepted the invitation for the obvious reason: the room would contain exactly the kind of people who preferred their concerns confirmed by someone calm enough to make those concerns sound responsible.I arrived early, jacket unbuttoned, no entourage, and spent the first ten minutes greeting people by name. Helen Cho found me near the coffee.“Marcus. I thought you might be here.”“Helen.” I smiled. “I heard the youth program closed its funding round. Congratulations.”She looked pleased, then serious. “It’s a difficult climate for long-term commitments. People want competence, but they also want emotional stability, and you know that one without the other makes donors nervous.”“That’s true in more than philanthropy,” I said. I let the observation remain general. “Institutions feel safest when the person at the front doesn’t require constant temperatu
Chapter 148
Karl’s POVThe report on Sinclair was neat, thorough, and useless in the way that only competent failure could be.I finished reading it in the upper room above the warehouse and set the pages aside. Rafael stood on the other side of the table with the kind of stillness my people learned early.“He absorbed the perimeter action,” I said.“Yes.” Rafael didn’t dress it up. “Security tightened within hours. Vendor routes were rewritten before end of day. No public noise. No visible panic. He treated it like weather and kept moving.”I stared at the closed folder. “I didn’t authorize weather. I authorized a reminder.”“He received the reminder. He just didn’t break pattern.”That was the problem. Most men, once reached, started spending themselves on the reach. They became reactive, noisy, easier to predict. Sinclair kept converting pressure into schedule changes and harder edges. Adaptation without the courtesy of fear.“Say the rest,” I told Rafael.He nodded once. “Jonathan made conta
Chapter 147
Tamara’s POVJohnson closed the apartment door behind him like a man finishing a sentence he had been writing for weeks.No overnight bag this time. No soft promise about a few days and a clearer head. Just him, standing in the entryway with his hands empty and his face already halfway gone from the life we had built around other people’s emergencies.“You’re doing it,” I said.“Yes.”I stayed by the kitchen counter because moving closer would have turned the moment into a scene, and I was so tired of scenes. “Say the full version. Don’t leave me to translate.”Johnson nodded once. “I’m out of the Clara work. Officially. No more strategy calls. No more shared files. No more being the second mind in a crisis that never ends. I’m distancing from the operation and from the version of us that only functions when she’s sinking.”The words were clean. That made them worse.“And what am I supposed to do with that?” I asked. “Clap? Wish you well? Pretend this isn’t you handing me the whole bl
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