THE CEOS’ SECRET BABY.

Dark Desires

MATURE CONTENT!!!!

“Mr. Sterling…What are you doing?” I whisper, turning around to face him, cutting off the trail his hand was making towards my lower thighs.

My heart is hammering like a wildfire in my chest ever since I saw Matthew in the room across from us.

Through the quiet dark corner, I feel the cold silver handcuffs before I can see them as Mr. Sterling cuffs both my hands above my head at the top wooden window sill next to us.

“What the actual hell!” My voice is a whisper, shaking from a severe earthquake rushing from my chest all through every nerve of my body.

Matthew was one head turn away from seeing his claimed sweet wife handcuffed by her boss.

His best friend’s brother.

Serge doesn’t say a word while he lowers his hand, caressing my black hair, twirling and turning a few

locks in his fingers, his eyes glued to them like it’s the most mesmerizing thing he has ever seen.

I closed my eyes. An overwhelming sense of sadness filling me up. Sad that every time my husband touched me didn't compare anymore to the gushing raw emotions that aroused within me by a small trance of attention Serge poured my way. Every time I was this close to him, with him an arm's reach away from me, my mind seemed to lose its coherent rhythm and surrender to his mercy. My legs always seemed to forget their one function because of the heat that cruised over to me from him.

I was sad because it was everything my husband never seemed to trigger.

Slowly, Serge bends his head over to my open neck, tracing his nose all over, his lips a mini meter away from my sensitive skin. He caresses around there with the tip of his nose, sucking my scent in as much as he can, like he was desperate to mark it to memory. I can feel him opening his mouth as hot air flows on my neck and ear like oil, then slowly, he licks behind my ear trapping the lower part of my earlobe between his teeth before sucking and biting a little then letting it go.

I suck in a deep breath, suddenly feeling too hot in this dress.

Without warning, he turns me around with my hands still cuffed and makes me watch my husband from across the room, before lifting the satin material off my legs and above my thighs.

“Mr.Sterling. I really think you… Should stop this. We can’t be doing this… it’s… wrong. I… am… a.. married woman…

My reasoning gets stuck in my throat when he tags at my undies before pulling them down until they freely land at my feet.

“I am going to teach you how to forget your husband’s name. Mark every imprint of myself in you until he can hear you from where he is.” He growls into my ear, pushing his torso onto my but and rubbing his hardness against me.

I whimper, watching my husband toss cards around the table while I push my ass further against Mr. Sterling. All logical reasoning escaping me for this moment.

For the past days, all I have been dreaming of were his eyes, all I have been having were lucid dreams of a man I knew I couldn’t have and however much my mind and heart seemed so consumed in trashing him out of my system, my body seemed to forget that every passing second.

Closing my eyes, I feel him unbuckle his belt and push down his neat tailored pants, he takes off his tie and rolls it around my hair into a tight ponytail before tugging at it and pulling me in for a hot kiss.

It’s desperate and needy and I push all emotions through it. My anguish mixed with desire, my lust and desperation of a failed wife.

Slowly, he plumps into me and I pull apart from the kiss, gasping for air, my body shaking at the intensity of his hardness. Am wet. Too wet that he suck in a breath, liking how ready my body is for him.

Steadily, he humps into me and I shamelessly push my legs apart for him to devour me. All shame and guilt from the previous days suddenly buried under his burn.

Our bodies quietly but steadily clap against each other in the dark corner, the sound echoing around us as the handcuffs aguishly tagging at the window seal causing it to rattle in a squeaking rhythm.

Serge lowers his head to my neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps around there.

“I missed this. I missed you. f**k. You drive me f*****g crazy Ava Miller.” He hisses, his voice breaking in the process. Making me almost believe how vulnerable I made a multi-billionaire feel. There is something that tugs at my heart when he calls me by my real last name. A name I had almost forgotten about.

I liked the sound of it off his lips.

Then he cups my face and turns it to the room across.

“Does he make your legs shake the way they are right now, does he know how tight your p***y gets every time I squeeze these breasts, does he know how your body shudders whenever someone chocks this beautiful long neck, or how you bite those lips when you surrender beneath me?” He whispers, increasing his pace within me indicating he is close

My vision becomes blurry my eyes watering in the process as a response to the lavishing and consuming feeling I can’t help but contain within me. I try to muffle the moans escaping my mouth but it’s no use, they escape quickly, mixing into the chattered noise and music from the next room.

I can feel a pressure build within me, my orgasm around the corner, my legs start to tremble even more, making it difficult to support myself in the high heels. I close my eyes, licking my lips and loving the way he is directly hitting my g spot. Making me arch my back even more.

Suddenly, there is a shuffling beside us before the bulb turns on, a glowing bright unforgiving light feeling our corner like a truth and reality before us.

“Mr. Serge Sterling? Ava?” Someone utters in shock a few feet from us and I freeze when my eyes adjust to the light and recognize who it was. All color seems to drain from my already sweaty pink face as I push Serge off me, suddenly too aware of the piercing brown eyes staring me at me in shock Feeling me up with complete shame and resentment.

He was supposed to be across the room, playing and drinking with the mates.

I turn my head and look at the handcuffs on my hands above my head on window sill and close my eyes, wishing this all was just a nightmare and I not real.

Ohh No!