Heart of Pains

Chapter Thirty-eight

I spread her legs wide and start pleasuring her, using my mouth to lick and suck at her core. My fingers found my way inside her. She was impatiently tugging at my hair, trying to get herself off, but I wasn't in a hurry. The sweet pain of her grip on my hair is a wonderful sensation, and I love it. But I'm not ready to give in just yet.

Her pleasure was my priority, and I continued my sweet ministrations. But eventually, I stopped and started thrusting into her, holding her close to me as her breasts brushed against my chest.

"Cum for me, Han," I urged, rolling my hips over hers and eliciting moans of pleasure from her gorgeous pink lips. I kept my gaze on her face though she fought to maintain it.

"Please, mistress, give me your sweet release," I murmured against her neck, my own moan mingling with hers.

I was careful not to wake the kids with our shared pleasure and watched as Hannah surrendered to ecstasy. A few moments later, I soon released my own seed within her.

We've had countless encounters, but with her, each one is unique, bringing forth new emotions. I can't put it in words, but I relish every moment.

Exhausted, she rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me. I remained inside her as my arousal waned.

"I hope you don't tire of me, Han," I managed to say once my breathing steadied.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, and we can have this forever," she replied with a satisfied smile.

"I like the sound of that," I said, a grin matching hers. "But I think we should freshen up before we become an eyesore to our nanny and the kids."

"I agree," she said.

I pulled out my already semi-hard cock, and she chuckled when she saw it.

"We will continue this later tonight," I said.

I was rewarded with her full-blown laughter. I smiled to myself at her mirth and took her into the bathroom. We cleaned up quickly and stepped out dressed up. She went to call Owen while I waited downstairs.

Hannah had taken extra precautions for our safety by installing CCTV cameras around the house. The bodyguards took their positions carefully, with the nanny going to the children. After all, no one is to be trusted.

After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived at a small café adjacent to a park where children played and a few people enjoyed picnics. Parking near the café, I opened the door for my wife, and we entered, her hand intertwined with mine. She led the way purposefully.

As we approached a man with his back to us, I couldn't see his face. Hannah, however, continued with determination, acting like a woman on a mission. I was content playing my role as her husband. Upon reaching the man, she faced him.

As I observed him, I saw a resemblance to an older version of Leo – a resemblance so strong that you wouldn't need a DNA test to confirm it. The man was undeniably handsome, and even I had to admit the truth.

I assisted Hannah in pulling out a chair for her, and she sat down. I settled into my own seat beside her, stealing a glance to gauge her reaction. I noticed that she wasn't wearing her wedding ring – a detail no one had mentioned yet.

"Hello, Mr. Frederick," Hannah greeted the man as if reading my thoughts.

"Hannah, it's a pleasure to meet you," he responded.

I couldn't help feeling a tinge of jealousy in his voice. Some women around us even started fanning themselves.

"Meet my husband, Damien," she introduced me, and I couldn't suppress my smirk.

His cool gaze flickered to me, and he regarded me with no emotion on his face.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sebastian," he replied coolly before turning his attention back to Hannah.

I observed his gaze on her – admiration and perhaps even love. Love? Panic coursed through me; I already had Owen to contend with.

A thought struck me – where was her wedding ring? And why hadn't anyone brought it up?

"I believe you've invited us here for a specific reason, and I doubt it's just for introductions," Hannah's tone was firm all business.

He gave us an apologetic look, his eyes sweeping from me to Hannah, before clearing his throat.

"I apologize for disrupting your busy schedules, but I must explain. I was heavily intoxicated that night at my friend's sleepover, Hannah. I was then dared by one of my friends to sleep with the first girl who walked through the door at the bar we were at, or else I had to sign all my properties over to them. However, it's no excuse for my behavior that night, and I deeply regret what happened," he confessed, his voice carrying genuine remorse and after taking a deep breath, he continued, "but I'm sincerely sorry for my actions."

After processing his words, Hannah gave him a hard stare. It was so chilling, I couldn't bring myself to speak. She leaned forward and kept her eyes on him.

"You had a choice to walk away, Frederick, but you chose to assault a drunk, drugged girl who was unable to consent to sex. You had a choice, and there were countless other girls who walked by that same corner. What was your motive?" Hannah's voice was hard, cold, and unforgiving.

I grasped her hand under the table, intertwining our fingers, and she took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Never mind. I understand. I made peace with it a long time ago. I forgive you, Frederick. That night led to the birth of my two children, and I accepted that God has a purpose even in that darkness. But my question is, why have you been stalking them?" she inquired, her gaze never wavering.

"I swear, I never intended to harm them or take them away from you. I just want to be a part of their lives, for them to know who I am. Please, I've already missed five years of their lives. I don't want to miss any more. Please, Hannah and Damien, give me a chance in their lives," he implored earnestly.

I couldn't help but be impressed by his humility. His words felt genuine, and I believed him completely.