Chapter 1
The motel room was dingy, with a small window that remained closed, barely well-lit, and smelling of cigarettes and cheap drink; did Elias care? No, because right now his cock was buried deep inside Lena’s tight heat. His fingers tightened around the other woman’s slender hips, wanting to leave his mark on the olive skin.
Lena looked ethereal like this. Elias let the haze of desire consume him completely.
Lena moaned as Elias thrust his hips up, matching his former lover’s pace. They had been at it for hours.
The beautiful gray-eyed woman tilted her head, her twinkling gaze meeting Elias' amber ones. Lena leaned forward to kiss him.
“Did you fuck her like this? Letting her sit on your cock so you could see her face?” Lena asked, pulling away, her tone both taunting and curious.
Elias blinked a few times, his attention briefly shifting towards their lower region. Lena was rotating her hips, driving him insane.
“No…” his voice came out rough, like he hadn’t spoken for hours. Well, there hadn’t been much talking after they came here.
“Then how did you fuck her?” Lena asked, her face now inches away. There was a cruel smile on her face, like she was enjoying this…and maybe she was.
“Lena,” Elias managed to choke out, his tone pleading.
The woman in question brushed her lips against his earlobe, nibbling on it before whispering huskily. “I want to know, baby, how you fuck your wife. I think she isn’t doing a good job, is she?”
Elias groaned as Lena’s fingers crept up to toy with his left nipple.
“I…”
“Yes?” Lena probed as she sucked on a patch of sweat-damp skin.
Elias' mind was muddled. “We are not…”
Lena chuckled, a low tinkling sound that made Elias' stomach coil with more heat.
“You’re not what, darling? Not in love with her?” she quizzed, her tone not hiding the glee.
Elias couldn’t take it anymore; he grabbed the latter’s hips and flipped them, earning a broken moan from the other. He snapped his hips while his mouth found a patch of unmarked skin. When he pulled back, he saw Lena’s intrigued gaze.
“I fucked her from behind, imagining that it was you I was fucking. I fucked her after drinking, so I wouldn’t have to think that it was another woman in that bed. I fucked her raw so that I didn’t need to hear her speak.” A thrust accompanied each word Elias spoke.
Lena’s eyes had turned glassy, whether from all the sex they were having or from a rare emotion, Elias didn’t know, but he liked the look. However, the woman’s lips, now swollen and red, stretched into a tantalizing grin.
Elias' fingers crept in between them to rub against Lena’s sensitive clit. He languidly rubbed it and delightfully saw how the other woman’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Something primal unfurled in Elias' heart.
Mine.
“Does she know?” Came Lena’s breathless question as Elias had begun sucking her right breast.
Elias didn’t answer right away, sucking and grazing the nub until Lena’s fingers threaded through his hair and pulled hard.
This…he had missed this…Elias wanted to say how his wife never demanded anything in bed, always submissive, always docile, always…amenable.
“No…” Elias simply said after letting go of the pink nub.
“Then why did you marry her, sweetheart?” Lena was looking at him; her gaze had gone soft. Elias stared at her.
He opened his mouth to say…to say that he married because he was heartbroken by the other’s sudden disappearance…he married because his wife looked like Lena…he married because, in some twisted way, he wanted Lena to suffer.
Maybe just maybe Lena understood, and instead of prodding this time…she raised her head and reeled Elias into a passionate kiss.
And mercifully, the topic was dropped, but Elias knew at the back of his mind that Lena wouldn’t let go of the subject.
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Lena remained awake while Elias slept beside her, his arms slung over her waist. A wave of possessiveness washed over her.
Mine.
Mine.
Sex with Elias was always wild and mind-numbing.
She missed this…her past lovers or one-night stands never satisfied him as much as Elias did.
She glanced at the man beside her. Her heart filled with gratification knew that he knew Elias still loved her…loved her like before.
A slow smile crept onto her lips.
She carefully extracted herself from the other’s hold and limped to the table that was propped on the opposite wall.
She picked up the box that looked like a tissue box and fished out the phone that was neatly placed inside, along with a wireless charger stuck to the device’s back.
She felt almost giddy that her plan had worked; she wasn’t sure, but she had asked the motel owner to set up the phone just in case. Now that she was sure that she could have Elias again, she wasn’t letting him go.
The video was hours long, and it would be a pain in the ass to send the whole thing. Oh, how ironic.
Nonetheless, Lena grinned as she picked the filthiest-looking clip and sent it to Mia, Elias' pretty wife.
Along with the video was a text: When Elias said he had work to do, he meant this.