LA CONTESSA'S SEDUCTION

CONI'S POV Every corner of the bar was dark, filled with a mixture of smoke from cigarettes and vapes. Sensual music played, warming the atmosphere inside. As I felt the beat, a man approached me. Without a word, he kissed my cheek. "Hey,baby!" Miggy greeted me. He was a wealthy businessman and a regular customer here. I just looked at him intensely before grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. But before I could even kiss him, someone arrived. He looked at Miggy and me with a completely blank expression. It's him! I just smiled and let go of Miggy. "I have to go. My husband is already here," I said. I could feel his frustration, like he had just lost a gamble. I put down my glass and walked over to Nikolai. "Honey..." I called out sweetly and kissed him on the lips. He didn't say a word and simply walked out of the bar. We got into the car, and that was when he finally spoke. "I called..." I checked my phone, and he was right. He had indeed called. I just smiled and held his hand. "I'm so sorry, Babe. Don't be mad," I said, caressing his hand. He didn't answer. His expression remained completely empty. "Aren't you jealous? How come?" I asked, slightly irritated. Just like before, he remained silent and focused on driving. I stayed quiet the entire ride. I was annoyed. How could he not get jealous? Does he really want me to sleep with other men just to get his attention? I’ve tried so many times to make him jealous. I even kiss other guys right in front of him whenever he arrives, but he acts like it’s completely normal behavior for a married couple. I am his wife! I just want to remind him. Maybe he’s forgotten because he’s so busy with his business. We arrived home in silence. I went straight to the bedroom and took a quick shower. I could feel how sticky my body was. That must be why he didn't want me touching him earlier because I smelled like smoke and felt dirty. When I finished, I found him drinking beer on the terrace. He was staring out into the distance, enjoying the cool breeze. I slowly hugged him from behind. He didn't react. So, my hands wandered down to his chest, feeling his hard muscles and abs. But he quickly removed my hands, making me smirk. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, moving closer. He just poured more beer into his glass and sat down. "I'm busy, Constancia..." he answered, still looking away. I got even more annoyed. I dressed up and wore his favorite nightdress, only for him to ignore me? How dare he! I went back in front of him and sat on his lap. Thankfully, he didn't move. He stayed exactly where he was. This time, he finally looked at me. I held his face and gave him a deep kiss. Then, my hands traveled down his chest, lower and lower. "Stop pretending you don't want me, Nikolai. Your body betrays you every time I'm near." I fixed my hair and bit my lower lip, trying to look even more irresistible. Slowly, I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer. "Maybe I like watching you squirm first. Seeing how desperate you'll get before I finally give you what you're begging for." Then he kissed me deeply, almost stealing every breath from my lungs. He stood up and carried me in his arms. I held onto his neck as his lips never left mine. My body moved in sync with his touch. I finally felt that electric spark I had been waiting for. When he was ready, he laid me down on the bed. I smiled as he slowly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned physique. "Stop glaring at me, Honey. Unless you want to punish me?" I teased, which only seemed to ignite the fire in him more. "Punish? I don't punish, I ruin. And I think you should be ready for it," he said seriously as he took off his boxers. His impressive size was revealed before me, and I swallowed hard in anticipation. I want to feel it inside me. I can't wait! He walked towards me while I laid there, inviting him. My eyes were hungry, especially looking at his manhood. He kissed me again and positioned himself on top of me. Before he even moved, I felt his hardness pressing against my legs, driving me crazy. "Don't tease me like this, Nikolai. I'm going crazy for this shaft!" I said impatiently. He just smirked, which annoyed me even more. I knew he was doing this on purpose to make me lose my mind! So, I stripped naked in front of him. I left nothing to the imagination. It’s normal to go crazy for your husband. There’s nothing wrong with it. "Just put it in the right place, Honey. Make me crazy with your hardness..." I seductively said, spreading my legs wide open for him. He looked at me intensely. He kissed me again, his lips trailing down to my neck. It was gentle, but my body was already reacting with pleasure. He moved lower to my chest, teasing and playing with my n*****s. I couldn't help but moan, especially when I felt his hand sliding down between my legs. "Please, Niko! Take it!" I acted like a woman starved for him. He looked at me again. "You wanted my attention? You've got it. And I'm not letting you go until I'm done." He pulled me closer, not caring if the bed sheets got ruined. His lips crashed onto mine with a force that left no room for escape. Our kiss was bruising, desperate, filled with lust and possession, as if he needed to consume me just to feel alive. He pinned my wrists above my head, a wicked smirk on his face as he watched me beg. "Say it, Constancia," he whispered against my lips before claiming me again, leaving me trembling. Nikolai's fingers traced lazy circles along my thigh, slow and deliberate, making me shiver at every stroke. He didn't rush, he wanted me to feel every brush of his skin against mine, teasing me until I arched my back, desperate for more. "Possess me, Honey," I moaned as I felt his fingers. I wanted him right now! His fingers started to play with my c******s. With every pinch, my body arched. When his fingers pressed deeper, I nearly cried out, clutching his shoulders as waves of heat swept through me. Nikolai's lips curved into a sinful smirk. He loved watching me break apart under his touch. Nikolai's mouth traced a dangerous path down my skin, each kiss darker and more possessive than the last. By the time he reached my core, I was already trembling, my fingers tangled in his hair as he tasted me with slow, devastating patience. He worshiped me with his lips, his tongue drawing sounds from me that filled the room like music. Every flick, every stroke sent me spiraling higher, until I was gasping his name, caught between wanting to push him away and begging him never to stop. "Nikolai..." I closed my eyes as a warm release washed over me. I was still catching my breath when I saw him stand up. "Get up, it's your turn to pleasure me," he commanded. I moved faster than lightning, standing in front of him. I kissed my way down his chest, stopping at his abs. When I knelt down, I was face to face with his raging hardness. My lips moved with slow, deliberate intent, teasing him with every stroke. Nikolai's breath grew ragged, a growl escaping his throat as waves of pleasure made his control slip away, piece by piece. I stopped for a moment, a smile playing on my lips. I could see the dangerous look in his eyes, like he could kill me at any moment. "Stop playing with me, Constancia. Just do it properly," he threatened. I just smiled in response and continued what I was doing. I brushed my lips over him with a wicked smile, savoring the way his body tensed at my touch. Each slow, deliberate movement was a promise and a punishment, making him groan in frustration. "f**k!" he moaned. Nikolai yanked my head back for a second, forcing me to look up at him. My lips were wet, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. The sight only made him hungrier. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, smearing the wetness across my chin. “Open wider,” he ordered. His voice was low but serious. The kind of tone that must be obeyed immediately. Before I could even respond, he thrust himself back into my mouth, his hand tightening at the roots of my hair. He rocked his hips forward, each movement deliberate, deep, ruthless following his own rhythm, satisfying his own need. I gagged, my throat constricting around him, and he groaned, savoring the sensation like a man lost in pure, unrestrained lust. My nails dug into his thighs, a mix of protest and surrender, but Nikolai didn’t care. He held me exactly where he wanted me, forcing me to take him, reveling in every muffled whimper I made around him. “You feel that?” he hissed, pushing deeper, his hips snapping forward. “That’s mine. Every bit of you belongs to me.” Tears were forming in my eyes, but he continued relentlessly. His breathing became heavy and erratic as he pounded, as if there was no tomorrow. He growled, a deep, primal sound from his chest, his hips quickening as he used my mouth with merciless control. Every thrust was a declaration of dominance, every gasp from my throat fuel to his fire. He pulled my head back again, my lips flushed and swollen, strands of saliva clinging between us. I tried to catch my breath, but he didn’t give me much time. “No,” he rasped, dragging me back down. “You don’t get a break. You take what I give you.” I muffled a moan and the vibration against him nearly drove him over the edge. His hips bucked harder, sharper, the sounds of wetness and my choked gasps filling the air. He was feral now—untamed, wild, each thrust more desperate and dominant than the last. “Good girl,” he growled, his grip unrelenting. “On your knees, serving me… exactly where you’re supposed to be.”