The Betrayed Wife's Vengeance

CHAPTER FIVE

NAOMI'S POV

He was sitting a few stools away from me.

He was tall, with dark hair and a well chiseled jawline. His grey eyes locked onto mine without looking away, it felt like he could see straight through the mess I was right now.

There was something intense about the way he looked at me. It didn't feel like pity or curiosity. It felt different, like he could read my thoughts and knew exactly what I had been looking for.

I didn’t look away.

The whiskey made bolder, and more fierce. I felt less like the heart broken woman crying in pain and more like a fierce goddess waiting to be served.

He stood up slowly and walked over. His movements were confident. He stopped right beside my stool.

“You look like you’re trying to drown your sorrows,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, with a hint of command that made my stomach do a back flip.

I let out a bitter laugh. “Trying is the right word.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Bad day?”

“Bad life,” I muttered, then shook my head. “But it doesn’t matter.”

He didn’t push me any further. Instead, he signaled the bartender for two more drinks and slid onto the stool next to me.

We didn’t talk much at first, we chatted about small things—the music, the crowd, how the whiskey tasted. But every time our eyes met, I felt my legs heat up and I pressed my thighs together instinctively.

After the next glass, the room began to feel warmer and my body felt lighter. The emptiness inside me changed. This wasn't pain anymore, it was hunger.

I turned to him fully, my voice sounded a little slurred but it was full of certainty. “I don’t want to think about anything tonight.”

His grey eyes darkened and a smirk slowly formed at his lips. “Then don’t.”

He paid for the drinks without asking. When he stood, he offered me his hand. I took it.

We didn’t go far. Just up to one of the rooms in the same hotel. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, he pulled me close and his lips landed on mine.

His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, and demanding. He pushed his tongue into my mouth like he owned it, and I kissed him back just as hard, pouring all the hurt, all the anger, all the need to feel wanted into it.

His hands roamed over me. He pushed my dress up my thighs, digging his fingers into my skin.

When he cupped my ass and pulled me against him, I felt how hard he already was. His c**k pressed against my stomach through his pants, he was thick, hard and already throbbing.

“f**k,” he growled against my neck. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

I whimpered as his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers brushed over my panties and he groaned. “Soaked. Your p***y is dripping through the fabric.”

My face burned, but I didn’t feel ashamed. For once, I felt powerful and desired. I ground against his hand, chasing the friction.

He shoved my panties aside and slid two thick fingers inside me without warning.

I gasped and tightened my p***y walls around him instantly. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them just right until my knees buckled and more wetness leaked down my thighs.

“Not a log of wood now, am I?” I thought hazily, as a smile tugged at my lips. James had been the problem all along. Not me.

My body was responding to this stranger like it had been waiting for this.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean while staring straight into my eyes. “Tasty as f**k. I want more.”

He stripped me quickly, my dress was gone in a giffy, my bra tossed aside, and my panties were ripped down my legs.

Then he pushed me onto the bed on my back. His clothes came off next.

I watched him with utmost desire, as his c**k sprang free. It was thick, long, and rock hard, the head already glistened with pre-c*m. It twitched when he caught me staring.

He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide. “Look at this pretty p***y. All swollen and dripping for a stranger.”

He didn’t tease me. He lined up and thrust in deep in one hard stroke.

I cried out, and arched my back off the bed. He was so big, stretching me wide, filling me completely.

The burn of it felt so f*****g good.

He started moving quickly. Hard, deep and relentless thrust that slammed into me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

My t**s bounced with every stroke. Wet s*x sounds filled the room as my p***y creamed around his thick c**k.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Taking me so well. You’re f*****g perfect.”

I moaned louder, and dug my nails into his back. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper.

Every thrust he pushed inside me proved James wrong. I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t lifeless. I was wet, hot, and desperate. I was clenching around this stranger’s c**k like I’d been starving for it.

He flipped me onto all fours, grabbed my hair, and pounded into me from behind.

The angle made him go even deeper. I pushed back to meet every thrust, my ass slapping against his hips, my p***y making wet squelching sounds with every stroke.

“Come on,” he growled. “Let me feel you c*m on my cock.”

His words pushed me over and my orgasm hit hard. My p***y spasmed violently, gushing around him as I cried out.

But he didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, then flipped me again, thrusting in deep as he chased his own release.

When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and groaned, filling me with hot spurts of c*m.

My body trembled beneath him, as the aftershocks rippled through me.

We lay tangled and breathing heavily for a while. I didn’t stay for pillow talk. I didn’t ask his name and I didn’t give him mine.

I waited until his breathing slowed into sleep, then slipped out of bed quietly.

I gathered my clothes in the dark, dressed quickly, and then left without looking back.