How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 23&24

HOW TO HATE YOUR HUSBAND 2

HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 23&24

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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Romeo’s fingers stilled inside her, slick with her ar+usal, as he drank in her desperate pleas.

With a feral growl, he fisted the flimsy fabric of her skimpy gown—ripping it clean in two with one brutal yank, the sound tearing through the air like a promise.

Her lacy br@ followed, shredded apart by his bare hands, leaving her br+sts spilling free, n+ples pebbled and begging.

He took off his wristwatch, tossing it aside, then shoved his sleeves up his forearms, veins bulging like ropes.

Eyes locked on hers—dark, commanding, he scooped her up by the waist, her legs wrapping around him instinctively as he stormed toward his bedroom, her bare as$ cradled against his rock-hard c+k straining through his pants.

He dumped her onto the king-sized bed, the mattress bouncing under her wrecked form. She sprawled there, chest heaving, thighs glistening.

“Are you going to do it? You’ll f+k me?” Rias breathed, voice hoarse, arching toward him like a live wire.

“Not yet. You’re not ready…” Romeo’s tone was gravelly, teasing torment, as he dropped to his knees at the bed’s edge.

“But I—”

Her whine cut off in a gasp as he seized her thighs, yanking them wide and draping them over his broad shoulders, her heels digging into his back.

“Brace yourself, Rias. It’s gonna be really intense.” His warning rumbled like thunder, hot breath ghosting her soaked core.

Then he dove in, burying his face between her thighs.

His tongue speared her dripping folds without mercy, lapping her cli+ in savage flicks while his lips sucked hard, devouring her like a starving man.

His fingers dug into her a$s, pinning her hips as she bucked wildly.

“Romeo—oh God!” Rias screamed, body seizing, already shaking violently.

Pleasure exploded like lightning, too much, too intense, her thighs quivered around his head, tears streaming down her face as she thrashed, hands fisting the sheets, trying to wrench free.

“Please—it’s too much! I can’t—ahh!”

He growled into her p+sy, the vibration shattering her.

His grip turned ironclad, biceps flexing as he held her thrashing body down, tongue thrusting deep inside her clenching walls, nose grinding her swollen cli+.

“Take it, Rias, c+m on my face,” He snarled against her, words muffled but vicious, sucking her nub between his teeth.

She shattered, her first org@sm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

“Romeo! F+k! I’m c+mming!”

She wailed, back arching off the bed, squ+rting onto his tongue as tremors wracked her, sobs choking out between screams.

But he didn’t stop, licking her through it, chasing every drop.

Her pleas turned to broken sobs, body convulsing.

“No more, please, it’s too good! Romeo, stop—I can’t handle it!”

She clawed at his hair, hips jerking to escape, tears soaking her cheeks, but he pinned her harder, devouring relentlessly, two fingers plunging back in to curl against her G-sp0t while his mouth ravaged her cli+.

Second climax hit harder, her screams echoing off the walls.

“Romeo! Yes—oh f+k, yes! Don’t stop!” She thrashed like a wild thing, legs locking around his head, gushing again as ecstasy tore her apart, vision whiting out.

Still, he feasted, humming approval, tongue swirling mercilessly. “Good girl—give me another. Drown me in this sweet cum.”

By the third, she was a wrecked mess, crying hysterically, body shaking uncontrollably, begging incoherently.

“Please… more… no, stop—Romeo, I love it! F+k!” Her final orgasm crashed over her, a guttural scream of his name ripping from her throat as she squ+rted violently, thighs clamping his ears.

Finally, he pulled back, face drenched from chin to forehead, glistening with her release.

He rose slowly, smirking wickedly, lips shiny and swollen.

“Look at you—f+king ruined for me.”

His free hand roamed her trembling thigh, trailing fire up her side to cup a heaving br+st, pinching her n+ple hard enough to make her whimper.

Eyes never leaving hers, he reached down, unzipping his p+nts with a slow, deliberate rasp.

His massive cock sprang free—thick, veined, and throbbing, the silver piercing glinting wickedly through the head.

He groaned deep in his chest, wrapping a fist around his girth, stroking lazily from base to tip.

Precum beaded at the slit, dripping over the barbell.

“F+k, look what you do to me,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “So goddamn hard for this soaked p+sy.”

Rias’s eyes widened, this is the second time she’s seeing it. Her eyes transfixed on his monster, easily nine inches, girthy enough to stretch her limits, that piercing promising brutal friction.

She licked her lips unconsciously, wrecked body igniting anew.

He sat back on the bed’s edge, legs spread wide like a king.

“On your knees, baby. Worship this cock that owns you.”

She slid off the bed eagerly, knees hitting the floor between his thighs, hands trembling as she gripped his base.

Up close, it was even more obscene, pulsing hot in her palms, the piercing cool metal against her fingers.

“God, Romeo… it’s huge,” She breathed reverently, stroking him reverently, thumb circling the pierced head, smearing his precum.

“This piercing… f+k, it’s so dirty, so perfect. Gonna feel it wrecking me.”

Her mouth watered. She leaned in, tongue flicking the piercing first—teasing the barbell, swirling around the sensitive crown.

Then she engulfed him, lips stretching wide around his thickness, sucking greedily as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks. Saliva dripped down his shaft, her hands twisting at the base, worshipping every veined inch.

“F+uck—yes, just like that,” Romeo moaned, head tipping back, hips bucking shallowly.

His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper.

“Suck that pierced c+k, take it all.” He groaned louder, guttural, as she gagged herself on him, throat convulsing around the head, piercing scraping her tongue.

She m+aned around his length, vibrations pulling filthy curses from him.

“Shit—your mouth’s heaven… deeper, baby.” He shoved her head down firmly, f+king her face with controlled thrusts, balls slapping her chin.

Her eyes watered, mascara streaking, but she took it hungrily, slurping messily, one hand fondling his heavy sack.

His groans turned animalistic.

“Gonna cum… f+k, take it!”

With his muscles tensing, abs rippling. He yanked her off just in time, fisting his slick c+k furiously.

Ropes of thick c+m erupted, spraying her face in hot streaks—across her cheeks, lips, dripping down her chin onto her tits.

More splattered her neck, her wrecked body marked everywhere, glistening white against her flushed skin.

Panting, he smeared the head through the mess on her lips, smirking down at his claimed prize.

“Look at you—covered in my c+m. My perfect little woman.”

Rias crawled onto the bed, collapsing beside Romeo, both of them panting like they’d run a marathon.

Her body was a glistening mess—cum streaked across her face, dripping down her chin onto her heaving br+asts, thighs still quivering from the onslaught.

He lounged back, co+k softening but still imposing, chest slick with sweat, his own release smeared on his abs.

“F+k… that felt incredible,” She murmured, voice husky, tracing lazy circles on his thigh with c+m-smeared fingers.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, body humming with aftershocks.

Romeo chuckled low, pulling her closer, his hand smearing the mess on her skin possessively.

“You have no idea, Rias. Your mouth… that tight throat milking me? Best I’ve ever had. You’re f+king addictive.”

She nuzzled his shoulder, licking a bead of sweat from his neck, savoring their mingled scents.

“When do I get the real thing? That pierced cock stretching my p+ssy?” Her voice was a needy whine, hips shifting restlessly against him.

He smirked, thumb brushing cum from her lip before pushing it into her mouth—she sucked greedily.

“When you’re ready, Rias. Gotta make sure you can handle me wrecking you properly.”

She pouted playfully, but her stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, betraying her.

Romeo laughed, deep and warm, scooping her up effortlessly into his arms—her legs dangling, body pressed to his cum-slick chest.

“Hungry, huh? After showering, I’ll order whatever you want. Let’s clean you up first.”

He carried her bridal-style into the bathroom, the steam already fogging from the hot water he flicked on with his elbow, their chuckles echoing as the door clicked shut.

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[𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Ashton slammed his car door, his face twisted in fury.

Why the f+k did Rias hung up on him like that? He stormed into the house, boots thudding up the stairs two at a time.

Where the hell was she? And did he hear right over the phone? Was she just mo@ning? Was she cheating on him? No way. Rias knew the hell he’d unleash if she dared.

He shoved open the door to his mom’s room. There she was at her dresser, brushing her hair, her body a map of fresh bruises—purple welts blooming across her arms and neck.

“Holy shit, Mom! What the hell happened to you?” Ashton froze, eyes wide.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Reiko’s voice was tight, her brush strokes mechanical.

“Let me guess—Angelo?” He crossed his arms, jaw clenched.

Reiko’s shoulders slumped. “That man’s a fucking beast. Can’t believe he beat me because of Hinata.”

“What do you expect? That’s his wife!” Ashton’s voice rose, venom dripping.

“Look, Mom, once I’m done with Zhou, we’re out and going back to Mexico, ASAP. I’ve got way more important shit than cleaning up your messes.”

He whirled and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Reiko stared at her reflection, fists clenching until her knuckles whitened. “Curse you, Hinata.”

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[𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲- 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈]

Lin and Zhou sat rigid in Romeo’s dimly lit office, the clock ticking past an hour since he’d summoned them for this “private meeting.” The air thickened with impatience.

“That little brat really knows how to piss me off,” Zhou growled, checking his watch.

“You know why he called us, Dad?” Lin shifted uneasily.

“No clue.” Zhou leaned back, forcing calm. “But he doesn’t know, right?”

“Of course not. Relax.”

The door finally burst open. Romeo strode in, dropped into his leather chair like he owned the world—which, in this room, he did.

Zhou plastered on a smile. “What’s this meeting about?”

Romeo’s eyes bored into them. “The last cargo we delivered to the foreign client? Hijacked at the seaport.”

“We heard. My men are investigating,” Zhou said smoothly.

Romeo leaned forward. “The one after that was almost hijacked too. But I handled it personally.”

Zhou’s fists clenched under the desk, knuckles whitening.

“That’s great,” Lin chimed in, voice honeyed. “You’re so capable, Romeo.”

In a blur, Romeo yanked his gun from his holster and slammed it on the desk. The metallic thud echoed like a death knell.

“Why the f+k did you send your men to sabotage the cargo?”

Lin and Zhou froze, blood draining from their faces.

“What are you talking about, Romeo?” Zhou stammered, forcing a laugh. “We’d never— you’re not seriously suspecting us?”

Romeo snatched the gun and fired at the ceiling. Plaster rained down; the bang shattered the air.

Zhou and Lin flinched hard, hearts hammering.

“Are you f+king crazy?!” Zhou roared, jumping to his feet.

Romeo smirked, cold as ice.

“Oh, you haven’t seen crazy.” He yanked a magazine from his drawer, slamming it into the barrel with a click that promised hell.

“Someone better start talking—or you won’t like me on a rampage. Why’d you sabotage it?”

Sweat beaded on Zhou’s brow; Lin’s hands trembled. Romeo’s eyes burned with predatory fire, daring them to lie.

“How… how did you know?” Zhou whispered, voice cracking.

Romeo tilted his head toward Lin. “Your daughter’s got a big fat mouth.”

Zhou shot her a venomous glare.

“I… didn’t… I…” Lin bit her lip bloody, stammering.

“You know what?” Zhou forced a grin, palms up. “Let’s not panic. It was just a joke.”

“Yeah,” Romeo echoed, voice dripping sarcasm. “A joke.”

He holstered the gun and stood.

“I’m letting it slide—this time. But respect yourself. Pull this shit again, and I’ll erase you both from the earth. I’m being nice cause I’m in a good mood.”

Romeo turned and walked out. Lin bolted up, chasing after him without a word.

—–

Lin bolted down the shadowed hallway, heart pounding, and grabbed Romeo’s wrist. He shoved her off roughly, not breaking his stride.

“How did you know? I never said anything!” Her voice cracked with desperation.

Romeo spun, smirking that devilish smirk, and seized her elbow.

He yanked her flush against his hard body, her curves molding to him. Heat exploded through her—a wildfire igniting low in her belly.

She froze, thighs clenching involuntarily as his hot breath ghosted her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine.

“You spill too much when you’re drunk, Lin,” He murmured, husky and s+ductive, lips brushing her skin.

“I like that about you.”

A rush of molten need flooded her core; her pulse thundered, nipples hardening against his chest.

She wanted to pull back, to reclaim some dignity but her fingers betrayed her, fisting his shirt, anchoring herself to the intoxicating danger of him.

She pouted, lips parting in a needy whimper.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t care.” His tone was ice, fueling her fire.

“Gosh, you don’t know how bad I like your cold attitude,” she breathed, eyes dark with hunger. “It makes you even hotter.”

He arched a brow. “You s+x-starved?”

“Yes.” The word tumbled out, raw and unfiltered. “You’re so cruel, letting that guy at the bar f+k me. His d+k was the size of a small battery.”

She pressed closer, voice dropping to a sultry plea. “Can’t you just f+k me? You’d get obsessed once you do.”

“No.” He yanked her off like she was nothing, turning on his heel and striding out.

“Ughhhh!” Lin groaned, fists balled in frustration, body aching with unspent desire.

“Lin!” Zhou’s scream echoed from down the hall, furious footsteps closing in.

She rolled her eyes, spun away, and stalked off—leaving the heat of Romeo burning in her veins.

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[𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 -4pm]

Rias catwalked into Ashton’s room, hips swaying, and dropped her bag with a thud. She kicked off her heels, sighing in relief.

“Babe?” She called out, peeking into the bathroom—empty.

Turning back, she froze as he strode in, shirtless, muscles rippling under tanned skin, eyes stormy.

“Babe!” She lit up with a smile, closing the distance to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his.

“I missed you.”

“Missed me? You expect me to believe that?” His voice was low, edged with ice.

She pulled back, searching his face. “Is everything okay? You look pissed.”

“Damn right I’m pissed. I called you yesterday and you hung up on me. You weren’t at your house last night, and I know you weren’t with friend.” He stepped closer, towering over her.

Rias swallowed hard, her hands slipping from his neck.

“So where were you? And why the fu+k were you m0aning on the phone?”

“I… I didn’t m+an.” Her voice wavered. “I went out on my own to have fun. Can’t I do that?”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“Cheating? Ashton, I’d never!” She forced a laugh, eyes wide. “Who would I even cheat with?”

“Your ex. He’s obviously or probably still obsessed with you.”

“You’re being dramatic.” She cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a deep kiss, pouring reassurance into it.

“I love you. I’d never cheat on you.”

He gripped her waist hard, possessive. “I trust you. But don’t make me think it could happen—’cause it won’t end well. I’ll lose it.”

She swallowed again, pulse racing.

His hands slid down, squeezing her ass firmly as he kissed her neck, hungry. Fingers deftly unzipped her pants, snaking between her thighs.

“Babe, wait…”

“What’s wrong?” He paused, breath hot against her skin.

Truth was, she was still sore down there, throbbing from Romeo’s relentless oral marathon all night at his place. Ashton’s roughness would hurt her right now.

“I… I’m tired.”

“Tired? Why?” Suspicion flickered in his eyes.

“Let’s do something else, okay?” She eased away, turning toward the bed.

Ashton watched her go, jaw tight, fists slowly clenching at his sides.

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[𝐅𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 – 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

“Happy birthday, Rias!” Sky grinned as the maids whisked his lavish gifts upstairs to her room.

“Thank you so much. Nancy, your boyfriend’s handsome and thoughtful,” Rias teased.

“Of course I have taste,” Nancy beamed.

“Is it true you’re not throwing a party? It’s your 26th birthday,” Sky said, brows raised.

“Exactly what Grandpa and I said—and she refused. Doesn’t want to celebrate,” Nancy explained.

“I really don’t want a party. Just don’t feel like it.” Rias shrugged, gaze distant.

“Sure.” Sky winked.

“Rias, we’ll be in my room,” Nancy said, looping arms with Sky.

“Okay.”

They headed upstairs, laughter fading. Rias sighed, sinking onto the couch.

It was already 10 a.m., and Romeo’s only gesture had been a curt “Happy birthday” text at dawn. Nothing more.

The past three weeks replayed in her mind like a fever dream, dates in hidden spots, heated kisses that left her breathless, decadent dinners where his touch lingered just shy of more.

They’d done everything but sex—he kept delaying, teasing, driving her wild with frustration.

Lavish gifts piled up from him, she’d tossed half in guilt, kept a few despite the knot in her chest.

No feelings attached, she’d told herself. But softening toward him? Giving in? That terrified her.

Her phone buzzed. A new message.

Ashton: Dinner tonight. Got a surprise for you.

Rias: Okay babe ❤️

Guilt crashed over her like a wave. She loved Ashton deeply. He was home, safety, passion without the chaos. He loved her dearly and did everything for her through their 3 years relationship.

Yet Romeo… God, the rush. His dangerous feel, the electric pull that made her forget everything, the forbidden highs that left her craving more. It was addiction, a pure, reckless thrill.

I need to finish with Romeo and focus on my boyfriend. I can’t keep cheating on Ashton.

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[𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨]

Levi pushed open the condo door, scanning the living room—empty. He headed straight for the bedroom, heart pounding a little harder with each step.

He swung the door open. There was Martin, sprawled on the bed, eyes glued to his phone.

“It’s been three weeks. Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Martin said without glancing up.

“Didn’t think you’d leave me alone,” Levi shot back, leaning against the doorframe.

Martin finally looked up, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, I didn’t. Been stalking you the whole time. Making sure you wouldn’t run.”

“You creep.”

“So, have you made a decision? Not like you’d say no—I won’t let you.”

Levi rolled his eyes, but his voice softened. “Stop being annoying. I agree, okay? Besides… I kinda missed you, you know.”

“What was that?” Martin’s eyes lit up, teasing.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

Martin chuckled, low and warm. “Come here.”

Levi kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. Martin flipped over him in a flash, yanking Levi’s shirt up and off, tossing it aside.

“What? You’re that excited?” Levi teased, though his breath hitched.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited?” Martin’s hands roamed, lips brushing Levi’s chest.

Levi bit his lip, heat building.

“You don’t have a problem with this, right? I’m not just going to keep giving you kisses and blow jobs.” Martin’s voice dipped, seductive, as he kissed lower.

“What… else would you do?” Levi murmured, pulse racing.

Martin paused, eyes locking on his.

“Let’s make a decision. You want to be a top?” His tone was low, smooth.

Levi’s face flushed crimson. He’d googled the term earlier, but hearing it from Martin sent a thrill straight through him—nervous, electric.

“Um… I don’t think I can. I’ll stick to being a bottom.”

Heat bloomed between them. Martin grinned, hooking fingers into Levi’s waistband.

He tugged down the pants, then the shorts, and Levi’s cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Levi’s breath came in sharp gasps as Martin wrapped a firm hand around his throbbing cock, stroking slowly at first—teasing, deliberate.

“Good choice,” Martin murmured, voice husky against Levi’s skin.

He leaned down, hot breath ghosting over the sensitive tip before his tongue flicked out, tasting him.

“F+k—” Levi arched off the bed, fingers twisting into the sheets.

The sensation hit like fire, Martin’s mouth closing around him fully now, sucking deep and rhythmic.

Levi’s hips bucked involuntarily, chasing more, but Martin pinned him down with one strong hand on his thigh, controlling the pace.

Martin worked him relentlessly, lips tight, tongue swirling, hand twisting at the base. Levi thrashed beneath him, body out of control, m+ans spilling free despite his bitten lip.

“Martin—ah, shit—too much,” he gasped, but his hands betrayed him, threading into Martin’s hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing away.

“You love it,” Martin growled, pulling off just long enough to speak, saliva-slick lips curving into a wicked grin.

He dove back in, faster now, hollowing his cheeks, taking Levi to the hilt.

Levi’s legs trembled, toes curling; he couldn’t hold still, writhing and grinding up into the wet heat, every nerve screaming.

Sweat beaded on Levi’s skin, his control shattered—trashing wildly as waves of pleasure built, coiling tight in his core.

“Gonna—f+k, Martin, I’m—” His warning dissolved into a broken cry, back bowing off the mattress as he came hard, pulsing into Martin’s mouth.

Martin didn’t stop, milking every last shudder from him, until Levi collapsed, chest heaving.

Martin pulled back slowly, savoring the sight—Levi’s cum glistening on his chest, a stray drop trailing down his chin. Levi’s face burned red, eyes hazy with raw desire, chest still heaving from the aftershocks.

The vulnerability, the need in Levi’s flushed expression—it snapped something in Martin. His own c+k strained painfully against his shorts, aching.

“F+k, look at you,” Martin rasped, voice thick with hunger.

He shoved his shorts down in one rough motion, kicking them off. His erection sprang free, thick and leaking, every inch pulsing with need.

“I’m not gonna hold back.” Martin’s eyes darkened, predatory.

He stretched to the nightstand drawer, grabbing the lube. Slicking his hand, he coated his length generously, stroking himself hard, groaning at the friction, pre-cum mixing with the shine.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Levi obeyed instantly, thighs parting wide, knees bending—exposing himself completely, trembling with anticipation.

Martin positioned himself between Levi’s spread legs, the head of his lubed c+k nudging against Levi’s tight entrance.

Levi’s breath hitched, eyes wide, first time nerves mixing with the fire still simmering in his veins. His hands gripped the sheets, body tense but eager.

“Go slowly, please,” Levi whispered, voice shaky, face still flushed deep red.

Martin paused, thumb stroking Levi’s thigh soothingly.

“I will.” He pressed forward gently, just the tip breaching—slow, careful.

Levi gasped, muscles clenching instinctively, a sharp mix of stretch and burn making him whimper.

“Relax, baby,” Martin murmured, holding still, leaning down to capture Levi’s lips in a deep, distracting kiss.

His tongue mirrored the rhythm he wanted—gentle thrusts, coaxing Levi open. Inch by inch, he sank deeper, the tight heat gripping him like a vice, drawing a guttural groan from Martin’s throat.

Levi’s nails dug into Martin’s back, moans muffled against his mouth—pain melting into pleasure as Martin bottomed out, hips flush.

“So fucking tight… perfect,” Martin panted, giving them both a moment to adjust.

Then he moved, slow rolls at first, pulling back and sliding in deeper, building a rhythm. Levi’s whimpers turned to cries, legs wrapping around Martin’s waist, pulling him closer.

Martin picked up pace, thrusts turning harder, more insistent, skin slapping, the bed creaking—hitting that spot inside Levi that made stars burst behind his eyes.

“F+k—yes, how can this be so good,” Levi cried out, voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed him—raw, addictive, better than anything he’d imagined.

Martin growled, control fraying at the edges. Levi’s tight heat clenched around him like a drug, pulling him under.

He pounded relentlessly now, hips snapping harder, deeper—chasing release in the vise of Levi’s body. The bedframe rattled, Levi’s moans filling the room, spurring him on.

Levi’s nails raked down Martin’s back, scratching red trails into his skin—sharp stings that Martin didn’t care about.

It only fueled the fire, making him f+k into Levi with brutal intensity, angling to hit that sweet spot over and over.

“That’s it—take it all,” Martin snarled, sweat dripping, lost in the rhythm.

Levi thrashed beneath him, overwhelmed—cock hardening again from the friction alone, trapped between their bodies.

“Martin—oh god, don’t stop—it’s too much, f+k!” Pleasure bordered on pain, but it was f+king addictive, every thrust dragging him higher.

Martin’s thrusts grew erratic, savage—losing himself completely. He reached between them, stroking Levi fast and rough.

Levi shattered first, crying out as he came again, hot spurts painting their stomachs, walls pulsing wildly around Martin.

The clench undid him. Martin buried deep with a roared.

“Levi—f+)k!” and came hard, flooding him, pulse after pulse—body shuddering in ecstasy.

They rode it out together, gasping, clinging, utterly wrecked.

“I love you. I love you so damn much, Le.” Martin groaned.

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[𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 -8pm]

In the private lounge of the upscale restaurant, candlelight flickered over their plates of seared steak and delicate pasta, the city lights twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Soft jazz hummed in the background.

“Thanks for the date,” Rias said softly, sipping her wine.

“Anything for you. No party? This is the least I can do.” Ashton smiled, eyes warm.

She beamed back, warmth blooming in her chest.

“I’m really sorry if I’ve been neglectful lately. Just… a lot on my mind.”

“I know.” He reached for her hand.

“We should head back to Mexico soon. There, I had you all to myself—your attention, everything.” He lifted her hand, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

“You’re right. We should.” Her voice caught slightly.

“By the way, this is yours.” He slid a sleek velvet gift box across the table.

Rias opened it, gasping. Nestled inside was a stunning diamond necklace—its central stone catching the light like a captured star, flanked by intricate gold links.

Ashton stood, circling behind her. His fingers brushed her hair aside gently, clasping the necklace around her neck.

Then he leaned in, lips grazing her exposed skin in a slow, possessive kiss.

“It looks beautiful on you, Rias.”

“Thanks, babe.” She touched it, skin tingling.

“Come here.” He took her hand, she rose, stepping into his arms.

“Rias,” He murmured, cupping her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks.

“I love you more than anything. I can’t lose you. I know you love me too. You’re my everything.”

Then, deliberate, he dropped to one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket.

The ring inside sparkled—a flawless diamond solitaire on a platinum band, elegant and eternal.

“Rias… it’ll make me the happiest man alive if you accept.” His voice thickened with emotion.

“I love you. Please, marry me. Be my wife. Spend the rest of your life with me, building our world together. Say yes.”

Rias froze, staring at the ring. Her heart pounded wildly, a storm raging inside—joy crashing against guilt, love tangled with secrets.

Rias stared at the ring, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. The diamond mocked her, perfect and unforgiving.

“Ashton… I can’t. I’m not ready to marry you. Not yet.”

He shot to his feet, face twisting from shock to raw fury.

“Not ready? After three years together? Three f+king years of me giving you everything? Tell me why, Rias. Why the hell not?”

She shrank back slightly, voice trembling. “Please, we can talk later. Today’s my birthday. My special day.”

“F+k your special day!” He slammed his fist on the table, veins throbbing in his neck.

“We’re talking right now. Look at me. Do you even love me anymore?”

“I do love you, Ashton. You know I do.” Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over.

His laugh was bitter, poisonous.

“Love me? Then why drag this out? Why say no? You in love with someone else? Some other bastard warming your bed?”

“No! God, no, Ashton. It’s not like that.” She reached for his arm, desperate.

He grabbed her wrist hard, yanking her close, fingers digging into her skin like iron clamps.

His face hovered inches from hers, hot breath ragged, eyes wild with betrayal.

“Don’t lie to me! Three years !! I waited for you to be ready. This is the fourth time in three years that I’m proposing to you and every time it’s the same answer! Who is he? Tell me his fucking name!”

“There’s no one!” She twisted in his grip, pain shooting up her arm, tears streaming freely now. “You’re hurting me. Let go!”

He released her with a shove, sending her stumbling back into the chair. Rage boiled over.

“Hurting you? You have no idea!” He roared, sweeping both arms across the table in a frenzy.

Plates exploded against the wall, shards flying like shrapnel. Steak and pasta splattered everywhere, wine glasses shattering in a red tidal wave that soaked the pristine tablecloth.

“You’re breaking my heart, Rias! After everything?” Tears glistened in his eyes now, fury cracking into anguish.

He gripped the table edge, knuckles white, body shaking.

“I own you and we are getting married. We’ll go back to Mexico if I say so. Ready or not, you will be my wife. Whether you like it or not!”

“Ashton, please, calm down!” She yelled through sobs, standing shakily, hands up. “Just listen to me. I just need time!”

“Time? F×k your time!” He jabbed a finger at her chest, voice dropping to a venomous hiss. “Think about it, but don’t test me. You’re mine, Rias. All mine!!.”

He whirled, kicking a chair aside as he stormed out, the door banging shut with finality.

Rias sank into the wreckage, body wracked with sobs.

She clutched the necklace, diamonds cold against her tear-streaked skin.

” I love you, Ashton. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s holding me back… I just don’t know.”

She cried.

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A few minutes later, the waiter had cleared the shattered mess, leaving the private lounge pristine again.

Rias stood, smoothing her dress, eyes still red-rimmed. Her phone buzzed sharply. Romeo.

“Hello?” Her voice was raw.

“I’m outside the restaurant you’re in.”

She hung up without a word, grabbed her purse, and walked out on unsteady heels.

Outside, his sleek black car idled under the streetlights. She didn’t hesitate, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Hi,” she murmured.

“Hey.” His fingers caught her chin gently, tilting her face.

“Have you been crying?” His thumb stroked her damp cheek, slow and tender.

“I’m fine.”

“Did he hurt you? Made you cry, didn’t he? I’ll kill him, Rias. Say the word.”

“Romeo. It’s okay. I’m fine. I just… needed you right now. Don’t want to be alone.”

“Sure.” His voice dropped low.

Their eyes locked, the air crackling between them. Time stretched, heavy with unspoken hunger. Romeo’s gaze darkened, tracing her lips, her throat.

Rias’s breath hitched, pupils dilating, drawn into his magnetic pull. Just raw, burning want.

They leaned in slow, agonizingly slow. Inches apart, breaths mingling, lips brushing feather-light at first. Then connecting.

His mouth claimed hers with velvet control, tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she parted for him.

The kiss unfolded like molten honey, lazy swirls and gentle sucks, her flavor exploding on his tongue while she melted into it, a quiet moan vibrating between them.

His hand cradled her jaw, angling deeper, savoring every second.

They broke apart, foreheads touching, lips swollen and glistening.

“You’re driving me real crazy right now,” she whispered.

“I know. You’re doing worse to me.” He smirked faintly. “Kiss me again.”

She dove back in, sweeter this time, slower. Lips gliding, tongues dancing in languid rhythm, tasting wine and salt from her tears.

Her fingers trembled as they worked his shirt buttons open, one by one, exposing his hot, taut skin. She traced his chest, nails grazing abs.

“Rias…” He groaned against her mouth. “We’re in a car. Have some patience.”

“I can’t. I need you, Romeo.” Her hand slid lower, desperate.

“Give me your phone.”

She fumbled it from her purse, handing it over. He powered it off with a flick, then did the same to his primary one before pulling a burner from the glovebox.

“Let’s go.”

“Where? And why switch off the phones?”

“Don’t want anyone disturbing us where we’re headed. I want you all to myself.”

“Where’s that?”

“Did you forget? My birthday gift to you.”

“Paris? Right now?”Her eyes widened.

“The private plane’s waiting.” He ignited the engine, tires screeching as he peeled out.

Emotions swirled wild inside her: thrill, guilt, escape. His hand found hers, lifting it to his lips for a lingering kiss, eyes on the road.

“Happy birthday, Rias.”

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