My Husband, My Secret Lover

Chapter 2 I will, if you want

Hayden King POV

She got on my nerves. She f*****g pissed me off. But that was what made this game fun, wasn't it?

There was no fun if there was no spice in a game. I never liked the easiest way of someone's suffering, after all. I was a merciless beast when it came to vengeance.

There was nothing more fun than watching her suffer the longest while I pushed her buttons hard till she shattered apart.

Actually, I’d use the most cruelest way to burn her confidence down and watch as she turned to ashes.

She needed to learn who owned who. I wouldn't make it easy for her. She would f*****g pay for what she did to me.

One by one.

I scowled as I entered the villa, this was going to be a hell of a ride. I strode towards her so-called bedroom and kicked the door open, slamming it with a loud thud.

And speaking of the evil witch... there she was.

"Hayden...there you are. " Stela said in a deep seducing voice, making her move towards me.

The clicking sound of her blood red high heels kept ringing high on my ears. 

She curled her lean fingers through her silky hair and bit her perfect heart shaped fuller lips.

My stern gaze flit around her body as she strode towards me. F***, she was hot.

I stared at her hard. I just hated how the lacy lingerie perfectly wound her thin yet curvy body, leaving little for my imagination.

Even after these years, how did she manage to look so desirable, so s*xy?

I was already struggling to breathe evenly.

I sat on the chair, crossing my leg giving her a fierce look. If she thought I was easy like other men, then she was wrong.

" What are you playing at now?" I blared out in anger as I glared at her.

She said nothing but smirked at me as she bent towards me. Her both hands resting on the chair handles.

Her ass was completely bare, except for the little pink string caught between her cheeks. Her perky round t**s almost spilling out her bra as she leaned closer to me. Her h**ny round t**s.

F***, get a grip Hayden.

" I asked you something—" Stela suddenly placed her fingers on my lips, gently fondling them for a few seconds and then she slowly trailed her finger all the way down to my granite like hard chest.

Slowly and dangerously reaching my crotch. Just as she was going to reach my d**k, I gripped her hand harshly, stopping her. I glared at her, letting out a sneer.

" What's the matter? Are you not liking what im doing?" Stela brows knitted in confusion. Before I could answer, she takes one of my hand and places on her soft and perky b**bs and squeezes them.

Hell. After all these years, the tear shape of her boobs are still fuller and soft.

No, no, no. Hayden, stop! She’s a wh**e who planned everything just for the sake of money. Even to an extent to get my parents killed. She’s the most vicious woman I have ever seen!

" Look at you dripping wet. Are you so desperate that you just seem very eager to get f*cked by me the minute you saw me? " I gritted my teeth as I kneaded her round b**bs, circling her hard n****e with my thumb. I couldn't keep my hands off her, she was way too addictive.

What was she doing to me?

" Yes, I am. And I’m already soaking wet even before you arrived." Stela purred as she sat on my lap, her wet p*ssy rubbing anxiously on my c**k.

I was already laboring to breathe. My balls were full and painful, my c**k bulged to the right in my pants, hardening like a metal rod.

Before Stela finished stripping off her bra, I lifted her up groping her ass hard and threw her onto the bed.

That was it.

I didn’t give a f*** what was lie and what was the truth. I was too hard, too h**ny.

If she was a liar, had an alternate motive then so be it. I didn't care anymore.

I removed my clothes one by one, my heated gaze trained on her.

The atmosphere was thick with arousal. I could smell her. All of her glistening. Ready for me.

" Yes! Please I cant wait you to remove all your clothes and f*ck me deep, honey. I cant wait.." Stela made a mewling sound of pleasure.

At the same time, Stela raised her chest and puckered her pink n*pple with one hand and spread her dripping wet p*ssy with the other hand.

" F***."  I growled, as a white light temporarily blinded my vision. And just like that, I felt the very last drop of my willpower leave from my face.

I shoved her legs open and pushed my fat head on her opening, she was so tight, she could hardly take my big d**k all at once. I pushed my length inch by inch.

“Ah..." Stela let out a blissful moaning as my thick girth pressed against her walls, my c**k hard and pulsing, stretching her hot, quivering p*ssy, filling her completely.

I thrust my hips forward, railed her like a dog, slamming my c**k in and out of her wet c*nt.

She screamed and clawed at me, begging me not to stop, rocking her hips up to meet my powerful thrusts. I could feel every contract of the muscles of her v**ina. She was impossibly tight beyond my wildest dreams.

My one hand trailed up grabs her t**s, kneading it. My other hand caressing her long, s*xy legs.

Her p*ssy tightened on me and I groan. I f***ed her faster, and deeper. My balls slapping against her ass on every thrust, her tight little p*ssy stretched obscenely around my big c**k as she just leaked honey out around me.

Panting, I stared at Stela, who was slightly flushed. Her body panting and bouncing under me.

How come I never get tired of Stela’s pretty face and her s*xy slim yet curvy body?

At that moment, Stela frowned, drawing a deep breath, biting her bee-stung lips with her eyes almost shut. Her soft and perfectly-shaped t**s kept moving up and down, in sync with the shaking bed as I f****d her deep.

I leaned forward and began licking and sucking Stela’s hardened n*pples.  Her t**s tasted like roses mixed with milk which was driving me even more excited. And I started gently biting her t*ts. My thrusts sped up, forcing Stela to move up and down more violently.

“Oh...my god! Please do it harder!” Stela screamed from the top of her lungs in pleasure and kept touching and massaging the wet lips of her p*ssy. I could feel my c**k getting bigger, pulsing so deep in her p*ssy. Our flesh kept rubbing each other madly as I f***ed her deep.

I could feel her shatter, her org**m ripping through her. I roared and pumped the biggest load I’d ever had deep into her womb.

Stela Walker POV

I moaned as his big d**k just kept throbbing and pulsing so deep within me as squirt after squirt of his seed rocketed out and filled my p*ssy to the brim.

But then suddenly, Hayden paused as if he was stung. He then gets out of bed and hurriedly puts on his clothes right after this, acting as if like he was a husband who was in a hurry to return to his wife after having a naughty night with his wh***.

When I was the one who was legally his wife.

Ignoring him, I immediately raised my legs, pointing them at the ceiling, not wanting to spill a single drop of c*m out of my womanhood.

Hang in there, Aelius. Your mother will be bear a child soon. I'm going to save you with the umbilical cord blood when your little brother or sister is born.

Then Hayden’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched my mind back to reality. “I did what you ask for, so why don't you sign the divorce paper now!”

I slowly laid down my legs, sat up and asked, "Did you drink?"

"It's none of your business." He snapped at me.

"Hayden, don't you know that drinking is bad for your stomach." I looked at him with concern.

" Well, considering having s*x with you, it's far more better to be drunk than being sober so that I won’t feel disgusted." His words are like a hard slap to my face.

Blood rushed up to my throat and flowed down on a corner of my mouth. I squirmed in displeasure and wiped the blood with the sheet, feeling a chilled feeling rear up inside.

"You seemed to have arrived faster than I expected you to be. Did you not face any traffic jam which coming?" I asked him, my voice still calm and gentle.

Hayden had got completely dressed. He then lit up a cigarette. Sitting in the dark shade of the room, he said nonchalantly, "The fact of divorcing you, well deserves a fast drive."

"Looks like you can't wait to get rid of me?" My voice trembled in deep sorrow, no matter how hard I tried to mask these painful feelings, I couldn't hide the disappointment evoking deep within me.

The smoke started clogging my lungs and I couldn't help but to cough out loud.

"You know that, don't you?" Hayden deliberately spewed smoke in my direction. He looked quite pleased to see me coughing and shivering.

How cold-hearted was he?

"I've done whatever you demanded. Without delaying any further let's get divorced tomorrow morning."

"Why are you in such a hurry, Hayden. I don't think I'll sign the paper unless you spend the whole night with me." I say in a firm tone.

Hayden stubbed out his cigarette and growled. "F***, I had enough of you! My Florence and I have already waited way too long for you to sign it, how much more time do you need!? I don’t want to waste my time with a shameless wench like you!"

Hearing his harsh words, my heart sank. It was so painful like it was penetrated by a dull knife.

Still, I couldn’t help but recall the good old days I had spent with Hayden.

Since when did I fall in love with Hayden?

I tried to remember but failed to find the exact time.

I grew up along with Hayden since we were children because our families had been friends for generations. We were like peas and carrots, and everyone waited for us to get married and uplift the friendship between the two families.

When we were younger, Hayden was more than gentle with me. Since I had low blood sugar, he always carried my favorite star-shaped candies with him, so that I could have one when feeling uncomfortable.

At school, Hayden intercepted all the love letters I was going to receive and jealously told me that those boys were no good compared with him. A few months before my birthday, he would start making a large glass bottle of paper stars as my gift.

By then, I was 'spoiled' and pretended to be difficult by saying, "They're fake. I want real stars."

But he always tapped my nose lovingly instead of getting mad at my unreasonable request. "Okay, I'll pick them for you."

"Are you serious right now? Don't you know I just kidding? How could you reach the stars?" I chuckled.

"If you want, then I'll do it and get them for you"

"Yeah right, you're just bluffing." I rolled my eyes.

"I promise I'll pluck them up for you have the intention of marrying me, baby." His words dripping with passion and serenity did wonders to my heart.

I snapped back to the present, reality hitting me hard. Maybe I was spacing out, being nostalgic for the good old days because I was dying?

Stroking the blood on the sheet, I found that fate is a total irony. God seemed so envious of my fairy-like life that he destroyed everything I had.