Claiming The Devil’s Wife

Ch 005: Her Temptation

CHAPTER FIVE: HER TEMPTATION

NICO

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I turned her down.

Fuck. I actually turned her down.

I should feel relief right now. I should feel proud of myself. But instead, I feel this hollow sting in my chest, like I just tossed away something rare. Something I’d never find again.

I drag in a rough breath and mutter to myself:

No, Nico. You did good.

You can screw any woman you want. But not her. Not the wife of your boss, the goddamn Mafia king.

I shake off the thought and press the doorbell outside Candice’s apartment. Candice is my girlfriend, or should I say… friends with benefits.

Within seconds, the door swings open and Candice’s flatmate appears in front of me. Jessie.

She leans on the doorframe, dressed in a strapless top that barely hides her t**s. Her perfectly cinched waist is exposed and her shorts… Jesus, they’re so small they might as well not exist. Half her ass is out.

My gaze trails before I can stop it, sliding from her legs up to her face. I pull myself together and look away.

If I could say no to Alessia—a woman sculpted like sweet danger itself—then I sure as hell can control myself around Jessie.

“Hey,” she purrs, fluttering her lashes at me. Her voice drips with sugar as she tilts her body just enough to make sure I see everything she’s selling.

I give her a short nod. “Hi.” My eyes dart past her. “Candice around?”

“Yup,” she chirps, lips curling in a flirty grin. “She’s in the kitchen. Making something nice for you.”

She steps aside and gestures for me to come in. As she turns, her hips sway deliberately, her ass bouncing with every step. I can tell she’s doing it to reel me in like I’m some hungry fool.

And yeah, I notice. I’m a man, not blind. But noticing isn’t the same as wanting.

The smell hits me the moment I step into the kitchen. A rich, creamy, and warm aroma. I see Candice standing by the stove, stirring something in the pan. She’s wearing one of my old shirts, the oversized fabric barely brushing her thighs.

A faint smirk touches my lips. I recognize that shirt. Left it here the last time I crashed at her place.

“Mmm… something smells incredible,” I murmur, inhaling deep as she glances over her shoulder.

“Hey,” she says, smiling before turning back to her pan like it’s more important than me.

“Hey yourself.”

I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, pressing my chest against her back. My lips brush her neck, catching her soft scent. When my hand slips under her shirt, my fingers find bare skin. She’s wearing nothing underneath.

My breath tightens. I grab a handful of her ass, then glide my palm upward, finding her breast. I tease her n****e between my fingers until she lets out a quiet chuckle.

“Don’t be such a naughty boy,” she says, swatting my hand away playfully.

I groan and step back, giving her one last squeeze before I let her go. “You’re no fun.”

Candice laughs softly, stirring the pot again. “You can say that again.”

I lean against the counter, watching her. She’s making pasta, and the smell alone has my stomach growling. Candice is a great cook.

“So,” she starts, turning off the stove and reaching for plates. “Tell me about your first week at work. You’ve been so busy lately, I barely see you anymore.”

Her voice fades as my mind flashes to a bare-chested Alessia Mancini. The way her eyes had searched mine when she made that move earlier.

Heat floods through me. I feel myself harden again, and I swallow hard, forcing the image away before I lose control.

“Work’s good,” I say finally, not sure I mean it. “My boss’s wife is… a handful. But I’ve got a degree in keeping things together.”

Candice snorts over her shoulder. “Yeah, keeping it together with your giant cock.”

I raise a brow, pretending to look offended. “That all I am to you? One big walking d**k?”

She turns, leaning against the counter now. Her arms fold under her chest, eyes dancing with mischief. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You’re too damn good in bed. Still can’t believe you quit the adult industry just to play bodyguard. I mean… seriously, Nico? That’s a downgrade.”

I take an apple from the fruit bowl and bite into it hard, using the crunch to cut the tension. “Told you already, Can. I wanted a clean slate. Being naked for the whole world to see isn’t exactly a life goal worth bragging about.”

She laughs. “Maybe not for you. For me? Since I’m getting paid well, I don’t mind letting the world see what I’ve got.”

I glance at her, chewing slowly, hiding the truth behind a lazy grin.

Because the real reason I left had nothing to do with wanting a clean slate.

Candice is an adult star, just as I used to be. We’d met for the first time during a shoot. The chemistry between us had been undeniable, both on and off the camera. One project led to another, and somewhere along the line, we stopped pretending it was just work.

“Tell me the truth, Nico,” she says now, stepping closer. Her voice dips low, in a teasing octave. She stops right in front of me, leaning forward until her breath brushes my jaw. Her arms brace on the table beside me, trapping me between them. She eyes my lips hungrily. “Are you sure you don’t miss it? Does being a bodyguard and a private s*x escort satisfy you enough?”

“If you keep asking me that,” I murmur, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me, “I might have to pull out my camera and remind you exactly why we were everyone’s favorite duo.”

She lets out a soft laugh, her hardened t**s grazing my chest.

“I’d very much want that,” she whispers, tracing lazy circles on my chest. Then her smirk deepens. “Though, I’d like to suggest a third party.”

I arch a brow, though we’re not new to this threesome thing. “And who might that be?”

She tilts her head toward the doorway.

Jessie is standing there, completely naked. Her flirty eyes meet mine.

I blink once, taken aback. “Are you serious?”

Candice only smiles, sliding her hand up my chest.

“Dead serious,” she murmurs, her fingers curling around the back of my neck. She kisses me, slow and deep, her body pressing against mine like she knows exactly how to dissolve my resolve.

My c**k jerks awake again.

Before I can find the words to protest, Jessie crosses the room, biting her bottom lip. Her huge t**s jitters and bounces with every step. She stops beside me,

She stops beside me, and buries her face into my neck, planting sloppy kisses there.

“Candice…” I try to protest again, but Candice is already taking off my belt and pulling down my trousers. She releases my rod and Jessie sinks to her knee right after.

Jessie takes me inside her mouth while Candice kisses and swallows the moan that threatens to escape my throat.

Somehow, I am grateful for the chance to get the thoughts of Alessia off my mind.

Jessie’s mouth feels so f*****g good wrapped around my c**k. I give up the struggle and let the two women devour me: Jessie sucking, choking and slurping around my length, while Candice continues to kiss me.

Candice then proceeds to take off her shirt, exposing her bare skin completely to my lustful gaze. She wraps her fingers around my neck, guiding me to suck her n*****s.

I take one of the perky buds into my mouth, groaning as Jessie sucks me faster, the popping sound filling the air.

“Mmm—fuck.” I groan, thrusting my hips and shoving the rest of my shaft inside her mouth.

She wants this. Her slutty, dirty mind has been dreaming of this. I can even remember catching her pleasuring herself while she watched one of my videos from the internet. That horny dirty girl.

Let her take every single inch of me and f*****g choke on it.

That’s the moment my phone buzzes in the pocket of my jeans. A notification.

But before I can reach for it, Candice’s hand clamps over mine, stopping me.

“Focus.” She whispers, guiding that hand to her clean shaven p***y. She lifts a leg and hangs it over the table, granting me a clear view of her drenched core.

“Fuck.” I groan, sliding a finger inside her while I let my thumb circle around her swollen c**t. The mixed sensation from the feeling of her wet p***y walls wrapped so tight around my finger, and Jessie mouth-f*****g me, is pure bliss.

“Oh god. That feels so f*****g good. Don’t stop.” She breaths, tilting her head back as she pushes her pelvic towards me.

Again, the notification sound comes. Twice. Thrice. Insistent. I cannot ignore it this time.

I mutter something about checking it, earning a soft sound of protest from Candice. She lets me release my hand and then gets on her knees beside Jessie, capturing her lips in a hot kiss for a moment before she worked her mouth around my balls.

“Fucccckkk—” I cry, feeling my balls tighten as the pleasure hits me hard.

I pull out my phone with one unsteady hand. The screen glows with a message from an unsaved number. A media message.

I frown and tap it open.

The image that greets me knocks the air straight out of my lungs. I spurt hot c*m into Jessie’s mouth at once, as I stare wide-eyed at my phone.

It’s a picture of Alessia. Naked on bed, with thighs parted, giving me the perfect view of the most beautiful, glistening p***y I’ve ever seen.

Underneath it is a short text:

IMAGINE YOUR c**k BURIED DEEP INSIDE ME.