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She blinked, thinking, absorbing.

At that moment, all I could envision was my wife, exposed and vulnerable, captured in a moment of raw intimacy, with our conversation flowing as freely as our desires.

“And this cock is just as it should be,” I declared, delivering one long, smooth, determined thrust deep into my wife’s slick, hot center.

Her cry, a blend of pleasure and surrender, filled the room as her thighs spread wide and her head fell back, our eyes silently communicating in perfect rhythm with our bare, entwined bodies.

I continued to push into her relentlessly, long, hard, and rough, with a passion that bordered on the edge of painful desire.

Laya’s body was paradise, a realm of exquisite pleasure I never tired of exploring. As I looked at her serene face, eyes closed in blissful surrender, my heart surged with a deep, unexpected emotion. I realized then that my wife was the anchor of my soul.

I kissed her again, our lips meeting with hot, desperate passion as my hips lifted in a frantic search for release deep within her. She clung to me, our limbs merging as I moved in a savage, rhythmic dance.

Her hips lifted with every thrust until we both cried out together, lost in the overwhelming crescendo of our shared ecstasy.

My climax erupted inside her, a blazing burst of heat and desire that transformed her trembling core into a symphony of spasms, driving us over the edge of transcendent bliss.

Afterward, she lay in my arms, breathless and panting, our skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, a silent testament to the fierce storm of passion that had just subsided. In that lingering stillness, my thoughts cleared, and a stark realization settled over me.

I was deeply and irrevocably in love with Laya.

Never before had anyone stirred such intense and tumultuous passion within me. That she could ignite such raw, powerful emotions was a revelation—a truth about myself that I could no longer ignore. I had entered this marriage for practical reasons, to unite our families, never truly expecting to find love among it all.

Yet, contrary to all expectations, I discovered it. This realization ought to have brought joy. However, it also bore a chilling, perilous truth.

In a heartbeat, my wife transformed into my greatest and most dangerous vulnerability. She was the sole weakness that could ultimately lead to my downfall.

I loved her, and I’d burn this fucking world down if anything happened to her.

Fifteen

LAYANA

The dull, persistent ache where Niko had bitten me the day before pulsed with each step as I navigated the narrow stone passage of the cellar.

I couldn’t stop thinking about watching him disappear down the driveway on his little golf cart, the one he used to zip swiftly between the vineyards, with his security team trailing behind.

Instead of concentrating on the detailed layout plans for the new training studio, waves of irritation and annoyance bombarded me, leaving me no choice but to pace back and forth like a trapped animal.

Yesterday’s events still simmered within me. He’d stirred me up so much, and I now realized with bitter clarity that I hadn’t come down to resolve or confront anything.

My husband’s cluelessness only aggravated my irritation. He had no idea I had overheard his private conversations that afternoon.

I remembered every detail of what Niko discussed with Pavlos. Then, there was the quiet plotting about how to keep the syndicate meeting a secret from me.

Elias seemed to be winning the battle of wits. As he confidently planned to reveal the secret later, my dear husband was foolishly chatting on that sunny terrace, not even bothering to check if anyone nearby could overhear.

I recalled the moment after a grueling training session with Cali when I had positioned myself just far enough away to catch every syllable ringing out clear as a bell.

One word echoed in my mind: traitor.

The urge to confront him was overwhelming at that moment.

However, I chose not to, reasoning that if he was going to keep secrets, I could do the same.

I intended to take action later that evening once I had developed a clear plan. Yet, the memory of our heated confrontation, his sharp intensity, and his unexpected probing of my emotions made me doubt myself.

This morning, I awoke with my body still aching from yesterday’s turmoil, but my mind was clear and resolute. With him now wandering the meticulously maintained grounds, it was the perfect opportunity to make my calls.

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