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Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man Novel Cover

Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit. His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on. "You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back. "I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply. His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up. "Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread. ...................... Ruth's marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.
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Chapter 3

Present Day

Ruth's POV

I woke up feeling sore and tired and I wasn't complaining. I heard the bathroom door open, Adrian stepped out fully dressed, when he looked at me something had changed or rather things had fallen back to place.

The coldness in his gaze had returned, he was back to staring at me coldly. "Adrian I-"

He walked out on me, I sat confused wondering what was happening. I thought my life was finally changing for the better, I thought Adrian was about to start being a good husband to me, I guess I was wrong.

I laid back down and wrapped myself in the duvet, I couldn't fight the tears that fell freely.

"I can't take this anymore, I want out, I can't handle this life." I cried out but what can I really do? Our contract stated that I can't file for a divorce unless he cheated or raised his hands on me so I'm stuck.

Adrian has never cheated on me and he has never raised his hands on me, so I can't file for a divorce.

I cried myself back to sleep, when I woke up the sun was already up. I pushed myself out of the bed and dragged my legs to the bathroom.

I sat in the bathtub reminiscing about yesterday's sex, it was wild, it was what my body craved for not the boring sex we used to have.

By the time I was done, Adrian was gone, he had probably gone back to work.

I had breakfast alone, it tasted like chalk in my mouth but I had to eat because my body needs it.

I received a text message from Amelia, she was inviting me over for afternoon tea. Amelia is the wife of one of Adrian's investors. He had pushed me to become friends with her because he wanted the world to see that I was close with his circle.

I seriously didn't want to go, my body needed rest but I had to so I responded with a yes.

Not wanting to embarrass my dear husband. I wore a white sleeveless mini-gown, curled my hair and let it fall gracefully on my back.

For accessories, I chose a simple pearl necklace, plain but elegant earrings and bracelet. I wore red ankle strap heels and a red purse.

I wore a no makeup makeup look, it was simple and soft. I texted Adrian to let him know I was going out for afternoon tea with Amelia.

He responded with a bland and cold okay, I didn't know what I expected from him. The drive to Amelia's mansion was quiet and peaceful, I shut my eyes enjoying the quietness.

"We are here ma'am," the driver announced.

I thanked him and went down, Amelia was standing outside and she wasn't alone.

"Ruth," Amelia muttered, opening her hands for an embrace.

"Good afternoon Amelia," I managed to smile.

"I'm so happy you could make it. This is Alexa, she's my brother's wife, there are others already inside, let's go in." She said sweetly.

Others? I thought it'll just be the two of us. She introduced me to six other women and two young girls.

While they sat and chatted my head was somewhere else, I'd occasionally smile and hum just so they would think I was interested in whatever thing they were saying.

"My husband is awesome but he can't compare to Adrian Delacroix, Ruth you are so lucky to be married to him." A lady I have forgotten her name said.

She eyes me through her lashes, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Well what can I say? I'm blessed." I smiled back, picked up my teacup and took a sip.

"I wish I was in your shoes, the only thing my husband is good at is cheating. He doesn't look at me the way Adrian looks at Ruth." Another said.

"Last month's red carpet event, you need to see the way he was staring at Ruth, his eyes were always on her. When Ruth was chatting with another man, I could see the jealousy dancing in the depth of Adrian's eyes."

I was called here to listen to them sing praises about my husband? It would have felt differently if everything was true but it wasn't. They are all jealous of the wrong couple.

The evening tea went on until evening, I wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell them without sounding rude.

A maid came and whispered something into Amelia's ears, she beamed and blushed lightly, waving the maid away.

"Ruth, your man is waiting for you outside." Amelia said.

The other ladies started murmuring. I managed to bring color to my face, lowered my head and smiled, trying to act shy before excusing myself.

When I saw Adrian again I was confused, the look in his eyes now is different from this morning.

The moment I reached him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise. His tongue prying my lips open.

I heard gasps behind us, I guess the ladies followed me to watch the show. I wrapped my hand around his neck and deepened the kiss. Adrian is taller than me so I had to stand on my toes.

After the kiss he whispered in my ears "I guess I wasn't rough enough last night, because if I was you wouldn't be here, you'd be home on the bed unable to move."

This time I didn't have to fake it, I buried my face in his chest, confused yet aroused. What is happening to him, why the change of behavior? By day he is the man I've come to know and by night he is someone else.

With his hand securely on my waist he turned to the ladies and said; "Sorry but I have to steal my wife."

"Please, Mr Delacroix, go ahead." Amelia said.

Adrian suddenly lifted me off the ground, taking me by surprise, I held him tightly. Refusing to let go, clinging to this side of him.

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