Beautiful Betrayal

The Cursing

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"We all are broken by someone we would have died for."

~Unknown

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V I C T O R I A
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With pure fury burning in my eyes, I glared at him, his smirking face only fueling my rage further. I wanted nothing more than to claw his face bloody.

Bástard!.

"Don't curse me in your mind, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I give you my consent for cursing me on my face."

"Fuck off, Dominic! Let me go!" I screamed, my voice filled with desperation as I struggled against the cuffs. But it was futile; they only bruised and hurt my wrists.

"Let me go, just sign the divorce papers and don't ever show your ugly face to me again."

"Baby, there isn't any divorce happening," he replied calmly.

His words stopped me in my tracks, and I looked at him with horror. "You can't do this to me, Dominic," I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

"But I'm doing this, sweetheart," he said, his tone unwavering.

As the reality of the situation sank in, anger surged through me like a tidal wave. I realized then why he had wanted me here in the first place – it was all a trick to lure me out from my hiding spot.

"Fúck you, Dominic, for tricking me. Fúck you for betraying me. Fúck you for breaking my heart. Just fúck off and leave me the hell alone!" I shouted, my anger boiling over.

"I swear, cara, you look so hot when you're angry and cursing me," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

His words only fueled my rage, and I struggled against the cuffs with renewed ferocity, determined to break free from his grasp no matter what.

"Stop struggling, you'll only hurt your wrist,"

Dominic urged, his voice tinged with concern. But I paid no heed to his words, my desperation driving me to jerk the cuffs with all my strength. Finally, the metal scraped against my skin, drawing blood, but before I could continue, Dominic was hovering over me once more.

"I said Fückïng stop struggling, you'll hurt yourself," he repeated, his tone firm but with a hint of worry. I stilled at his words, tears welling up in my eyes as a sob escaped my lips.

Suddenly, Dominic's demeanor softened, and he cupped my face in his palm, his expression filled with concern. "Don't cry, I'm sorry, baby," he said gently.

His words pierced through the walls I had built around my heart, triggering emotions I had buried deep within.

"why?" I asked, sobbing.

"what, why"? He asked confused.

"Why are you doing this? Is this another dare?" I asked, my voice trembling with sobs. I hate myself for showing such vulnerability to him.

"Victoria, my beautiful wife, the love of my life, I never lied about loving you, I swear. God knows I'm still so madly and deeply in love with you."

"Stop Dominic, stop lying. you have done enough. Now please Stop"

He looked at me with such vulnerability in his eyes but I'm not that soft hearted person anymore. I averted my eyes. But in the next moment, his mouth was on mine, kissing me with a desperate urgency that took my breath away. His lips found their way to my soft spot, igniting sensations I had long forgotten. Despite my initial resistance, all my fight dissolved in that moment.

It had been five long years since anyone had touched me, and I found myself extra sensitive to his every caress. As his kisses reignited a long-buried longing within me, I couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming wave of desire that washed over me.

As he bit down on my neck, a moan escaped from my lips involuntarily. Lost in the heat of the moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming rush of sensation coursing through me. But when I finally regained my senses to protest, I found his head in between my legs and we both were nákèd.

I opened my mouth to protest, and raised my hands intending to push him away, but before I could make a move, he seized my hand and intertwined our fingers. Then, without hesitation, he licked my core with a long stroke. Instead of protest, a loud moan escaped from my mouth, betraying the intense pleasure coursing through me.

Lost in a haze of desire, I abandoned any remaining semblance of protest, my body instinctively arching towards his touch. His skilled movements elicited waves of pleasure that washed over me, rendering me powerless to resist. With each caress, each flick of his tongue, I felt myself unraveling, consumed by a hunger I had long denied.

As he explored every inch of my being, I surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, my mind clouded by a primal need that demanded satisfaction. In that moment, there was no room for thoughts of protest or resistance. There was only the raw, unbridled passion that ignited between us, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy.

As he continued his ministrations, I found myself lost in a blissful haze of ecstasy. In that moment, there was no past to haunt me, no future to worry about. There was only the present and the intoxicating connection between him and me.

My body trembled with the intensity of each wave of pleasure, and I instinctively wanted to close my legs. But his hands on my thighs prevented me from doing so, holding me in place as he continued his relentless movements.

With a loud moan, I reached the peak of ecstasy, my body pulsating with raw sensation. But to him, it wasn't enough. He didn't stop, and within minutes, I found myself cresting another wave of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

My breathing was ragged, my body hypersensitive to every touch. As I pulled his head away from my core, I gasped for air, my senses reeling from the overwhelming sensations.

"Dominic, I can't," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, you can. Now, give me one more orgasm," he demanded, his voice husky with desire.

"I can't," I protest weakly.

But he didn't listen. He didn't stop his movements, and true to his words, I found myself tumbling over the edge once more, my body wracked with pleasure and i came again with a scream and lost my conscience.

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