His Wife's Sinful Revenge

Chapter 4: Good girl gone bad

~Vivian~

I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trailing down the silky red dress hugging my curves like it had been made just for me. The deep V of the neckline dipped low, teasing a sight without being vulgar, while the slit on the side revealed just enough of my smooth, toned thigh to command attention.

My hair cascaded in soft waves over my bare shoulders, framing a face that no longer belonged to the devoted, naive wife who had spent five years catering to a man who never truly wanted her. Tonight, my smoky eyes glistened with rebellion, and my red lips curved in the kind of smile that could ruin a man.

I was ready.

Ready to forget.

Ready to do something reckless.

I was putting the finishing touches to my makeup when my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and sighed as I answered it.

"Hey Liam."

My brother’s voice was as authoritative as ever as he spoke. "Change of plans, sis. Something urgent came up so I have to take a rain check tonight."

I felt the early beginnings of a rebellion sounding in my ear. “You won’t make it to the club?”

"Yes, but don’t worry," he said. "My friends will be there. They’ll take care of you and make sure you meet the publisher."

My lips curled in a villainous smile. "That sounds even better, actually."

He chuckled. "I figured you’d say that. Just remember to never push your luck as a woman, and don’t cause any trouble."

"Me?" I feigned innocence, smoothing down my dress. "Never."

After hanging up, I grabbed my clutch, slipped on my stilettos, and headed out the door.

The club pulsed with energy, the bass of the music thrumming through my veins like a second heartbeat. I scrunched up my face, my hate for clubs climbing up to the surface. I still couldn’t understand the reason why people decide that they would rather listen to music at such a high frequency.

I moved through the crowd, my confidence fueled by the attention my appearance commanded. Tonight wasn’t about trying to get my book published. It was about exploring the option that Nathan had given me.

My eyes trailed slowly around the figures in the area, sweeping past men who winked at me and gestured that I join their tables for a drink, down to the ones that tried to get me for a dance.

And that was when I saw them. Three men who stood near the VIP section, effortlessly drawing my eyes in without even trying.

Damian Cross – A billionaire investor with a razor-sharp mind and a heart he claims to have buried long ago; sharp-jawed, calculated, with grey eyes that missed nothing. He was the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room.

Ian King - The playboy. His smirk alone had ruined countless women, his golden-brown eyes always filled with charms.

Nico Romano, the charismatic mafia heir with a silver tongue and an intense gaze so dark and deep it could drown you if you weren’t careful. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, you listened.

They were my brother’s best friends, but tonight, one of them would be my target.

Ian spotted me first. His brows lifted as he let out a low whistle. "Well, well, well. Who is this dangerous woman, and what has she done with our sweet, innocent Vivian?"

I tilted my head, a slow smile playing on my lips. "She died tonight."

Damien’s gaze swept over me, sharp and assessing. "Should I be worried?"

"Maybe."

Nico didn’t speak, but his dark eyes lingered on me in a way that sent a thrill down my spine.

"Come," Ian said, offering his hand. “Liam briefed us about the publisher you were supposed to meet tonight. I’ll take you to him immediately.”

I shook my head in negation. This wasn’t what tonight was about. Besides, I didn’t have the mental energy to pitch a query to any agent right now. I had only one thing in mind. But first, I needed alcohol. A lot of it.

“That can wait. I think I’d rather have some drinks first,” I said, glancing from one man to the other.

Without waiting for their approval, I began to walk deeper into the club, past the shimmering ropes of the VIP section. They ordered drinks, and I began to soak myself in alcohol, hoping to prepare my mind for the bold step that I was about to take.

Soon enough, the warmth of alcohol seeped into my limbs, making me bold and reckless. At some point, I leaned back in my seat, swirling the liquor in my glass. My gaze flickered between the three men. Maybe it was the alcohol, but they all suddenly looked like a piece of candy that I wanted to taste badly. And I wanted to have a taste of all of them.

"Do you guys like to do crazy things?" I suddenly asked, my voice low and sultry.

Ian’s lips quirked. "Depends. What kind of crazy are we talking about?"

I set my drink down, pressing my tongue against the inside of my cheek before asking, "Would you ever have an affair with a married woman?”

Damien’s fingers tightened around his glass. Ian’s playful smirk became sharper. Nico’s gaze, heavy and hot, never left my body.

"Careful, Vivi," Damien murmured. "That’s a dangerous question."

I leaned forward, putting my cleavage on display, unbothered by the way their eyes burned into my body. "Would you?"

Ian chuckled, running a finger along the rim of his glass, his eyes trained on mine explicitly as he answered. "Depends on the woman."

"And the husband," Damien added coolly.

I exhaled, tilting my head to the side. "Let’s say… the husband doesn’t care. Let’s say he wants an open marriage. Would you still hesitate?"

Ian’s grin widened. "Are you saying that you want to have an affair with me? With us? "

My confidence faltered for a bit. I hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward, but I guess that was just Ian’s way. I gulped hard as I peered at the three men, their attention all on me now, looking at me ravenously like a steaming tray of meal.

“I-I…well, it’s just that…” I trailed off again, and picked up Nico’s glass of whiskey. He looked on as I downed it in one gulp, my eyes watering with the sting that accompanied it in my throat.

Deciding that words wouldn’t do, I stood from my chair and moved towards them. With Nico sitting in the middle, I lowered myself onto his lap, guided Damien's hand to my upper thigh where the slit of my dress stopped, and turned my head towards Ian. I pulled him in and gave him the sluttiest kiss that I could muster.

By the time I pulled back, I could see it in their faces. They wanted me as much as I wanted to do this. A little warning bell kept on ringing in my head, but I blocked it. If I was going to do this, then they were the safest people that I could do it with. And the fact that they are friends with my brother meant that they would keep it a secret as well.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Vivian?" Nico finally spoke, his voice raspy.

I met his gaze head-on. “I don’t want to sit back and watch my husband sleep with other women while I pretend it doesn’t hurt. I want—" I swallowed, my throat tightening before I forced the words out. "I want to feel desired again."

Damien’s jaw ticked. "He’s an i***t if he ever made you feel otherwise."

Ian leaned in, brushing a knuckle along my jaw. "If you were mine, I’d worship you every damn night."

The heat in their eyes was unmistakable. I could stop this right now. I still had the chance to walk away. But I didn’t want to.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

I didn’t know how or when we got to a room. It all happened so fast. All I knew was that hands were all over my body.

Damien looked like he was rethinking the choice he had made, then with a shake of his head, he said, “f**k this,” and crashed his lips onto mine. I moaned in approval and kissed him back, our tongues tangling in a rhythmic dance, tugging, sucking, and licking. He kissed me long and hard, like a man who had abstained from his favorite drink for a long time. His hands roamed over my body, stopping at my waist long enough to rip my panties in one swift motion.

It was as if I was in an alcohol-induced state of horniness, wanting to touch every inch of Damien’s body. When his mouth finally left my lips and dropped hot kisses on the crease of my shoulders, I ground my hips against his crotch, whispering a faint “yes”.

The side of the bed dipped as I felt Ian’s warm mouth on my breasts. He took a n****e in his mouth, circling his tongue around it, and tugging on it when he was done. He slapped one breast, then the other, until his palm was imprinted on both breasts, and I was almost red from the pain. Then he planted himself in my mouth and began to move.

Nico, who had been sitting on a sofa nearby, stroked his already hardened self as he watched me almost gagging on Ian’s c**k. He stood from the sofa and walked to the bed, settling himself in between my legs. Just as soon as Damien withdrew his hands from my inner thighs, Nico’s hand replaced it immediately.

“f**k” he rasped, “You’re so wet.”

All I could do was moan in response. The feel of Nico’s large hand cupping my s*x was enough to drive me crazy. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the roughness of that hand turned me on in ways that I couldn’t imagine. I ground my waist against his hand, trying to get as much friction as possible, feeling unimaginable pleasure building up in me.

He replaced his hand with his mouth and buried his tongue in me, going in and out quickly, focusing on my swollen sensitive skin. His tongue flicked over it, and sucked on it occasionally, lapping up my juices that flowed unrestrained. I bucked against him, my moans filling the room.

In seconds, for the first time in my adult life, I spurted out liquid from my core all over his face, the tremors shaking my body.