The young lonely wife

The young lonely wife

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It was my first time. My first attempt. My first seduction. I was a small fish in a big pond. I didn't know the rules, but my body just lead me. I could no longer stand the cheating, and small lies in the middle of the night. It's time to take matters into my own hands. With silent steps I got closer to a broad back of my husband. With my eyes I crossed the tense muscles that are hiding underneath the gray shirt. I ignored the fear and gently placed my hands on his shoulders and began to massage them with gentle moves. For a moment he stood tensely but then his shoulders relaxed, and he sighed. "What do you want now?" he asked wearily. I just giggled with a voice that was covered with longing. I lowered my head to his neck, with my arms crossing over his solid stomach, imagining his body. I kissed the delicate skin of the neck, and felt on my lips his now hot skin. I grabbed the belt with my fingers and pulled it. "I want to please you." I said, softly kissing the region below the ear. I didn't knew what I was getting into at the time. _________________♥ ஜ ♥ ___________________ Bellatrix has spent her entire life in an orphanage. At little age she was trapped in the fire and since then bears the consequences. Now in fifteenth year, her life has finally smiled. Good and wealthy family decides to adopt Bellatrix and give her a home. But will that stop Bellatrix's hassle? Because of the adverse of circumstances in a few years she is forced to marry a stranger. Will her life be again suffering, or Bellatrix might finally find happiness?
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I felt him before I saw him. The air shifted, heavy and electric, and then he was there - filling the doorway of my shop like he owned it. Like he owned me. His eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately, until my skin burned. I told myself to look away, to breathe, to move - but my body betrayed me. Lucien stepped closer, the scent of smoke and danger clinging to him. He reached out, brushing a single petal from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin as if testing how easily I'd break. "You hide behind flowers," he murmured, voice low enough to curl around my spine. "But I see the truth. You're trembling for me." My lips parted, but no words came. My pulse thundered, my knees weak, and still I couldn't step back. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You don't know it yet, Dahlia," he whispered, "but you're already mine." Dahlia Hart lives a quiet life running her late father's flower shop a haven of color and calm in a world she keeps at arm's length. But one night changes everything. She witnesses a brutal crime, and in doing so, catches the attention of a man who doesn't tolerate witnesses. A man who doesn't let go. Lucien Moretti is cold, dominant, and untouchable a man who built his empire on control, fear, and precision. When he learns that the only person who saw what happened is the daughter of a man who once betrayed him, his interest turns personal. Dahlia is no longer just a threat. She's a loose end. A legacy. A possession waiting to be claimed. But Dahlia isn't as fragile as she seems. And Lucien, for all his cruelty, finds himself drawn to her innocence in ways he didn't expect. What begins as a hunt becomes something darker an obsession. One that blurs the line between protection and possession, desire and domination. This is my first book I hope you like it 🤗

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