Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

He said it. It was done. He had severed the tie that bound him with his entire life, his family. But Livy was his family. She had been for more than 15 years. She was the family he chose for himself. He had done more to keep his relationship with Olivia than anything he’d ever done to be a Hunt. Was he an idiot, like his mom said? Maybe. Whatever Olivia did with Roman made him even hungrier to win her back. It was his nature. It was how he strived to be the best in business.

It surprised him. The relief he felt after telling his mom. He was free now. No more judgment of who he chose to be his wife, why they had not yet had a child, or what he decided to do with his marriage. His life was finally his own. He couldn’t believe he waited that long to do the one thing that could’ve saved his marriage from the start.

He walked into the silence of their home. It was the only thing that mattered from then on. To build back what had collapsed beneath their feet. The woman he loved was in that house. The heart of everything. She was the most important part of his life that he had taken for granted.

A vague sound of movement echoed between the walls of the corridor. She must be in his study. He walked toward the room and pushed the slightly opened door. She had been cleaning what he had messed up, a parable of their lives together, each of them cleaning up the other one’s mess.

He took his moment and watched her from the back. His beautiful wife. How could he let her slip away and let another man love her the way she needed to be loved?

He entered the study and closed the door behind him. The click made her turn.

“You’re home?” she said with a gentle smile. “How was it?”

It was bad. He thought. But he curved his lips, threw the car keys on the armchair, and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his forehead against her.

“If I tell you … you can go anywhere you want in the world … and do anything you want … where would you go?” he asked.

She put her hands on his shoulder. A laugh escaped her, “What? What does that have to do with the meeting with your mom?”

His eyes were nailed to her lips. “I love how you laugh … you know that, right? I love your giggle and how adorable you are when I kiss your neck.” He ran his lips on her neck.

She burst into laughter, “Declan … what’s gotten into you? Why are you like this?”

He looked up straight at her. “I don’t care about my family anymore … they can go to hell as far as I’m concerned. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to … it’s that simple, isn’t it?”

They looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Livy, it had always been you … tell me … what does it need to make you come back to me? I’ll do it … anything you want,” he said.

It touched something inside her. He could see it in her eyes as she put her hands on his face and smiled. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He landed a kiss on her lips. Deep and hard. “I told my mom she could write me off her will if that’s what it takes to leave us alone … I’m done with her … I’m done with my family.”

She paused and stared at him for a brief moment. She ran her thumb across his lips. “You did that … for me?”

He nodded, “I did it for us … I wish I realized it sooner that it was what we always needed … maybe it would save us all the pain and misery.”

She didn’t reply. Her eyes were looking down.

“I know you can’t say this now … but all I want is for you to be able to tell me that you love me.”

She leaned her face toward his and caught his lips with hers. “Make love to me,” she whispered in his ear. “The one you promised me the last time,” she added.

He lifted her instantly and moved toward his desk.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Not on your desk! I just finished cleaning that for two hours,” she giggled.

He glanced at her with a knowing look and moved toward the floor, right on the carpet in the middle of his study.

It felt like the first time he touched her.

When their eyes locked as she lay underneath him. She watched as he pulled up his shirt and it made him nervous. Did she really mean what she said? Did she really want him to make love to her?

He felt her cold finger tips on his stomach. Her palms were sweaty. He unbuttoned his pants but then she stopped him. For a moment he thought she’d changed her mind but then she rose and did it for him. His heart was pounding when she took him in her mouth.

It triggered him. He wanted her more than ever before. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was driving him out of his mind with lust. With every stroke, he got harder and more eager.

He pushed her back to the floor. He rushed to pull down her panty while he kissed her hard. There was no time. He couldn’t strip her fast enough. He ripped it off of her. She had a faint smile as she opened up to him and guided him in.

They moaned. He pushed in deep. She held on to the back of his neck because his push was so strong. He felt her melting around him, dripping wet with every thrust. She synchronized with him. He was even deeper inside her. She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him.

Her moans in his ear. He was envious of how good she was having it.

She sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Then he felt her clenching. She exploded beneath him. He took his time. He was still hard, and she was hottest when she was cumming.

He knew her body like the back of his hand. He slowed down until she was ready for him again. He teased her as he rubbed gently against her throb and ran his tongue around her ear.

“I love you,” he whispered and slid himself inside her again.

She sighed and then called out his name. The sound of it on her lips ignited him. He picked up his pace. He held her still and fucked her stupid until he burst into her. He filled her up until he overflowed. She fell on her back in glittering sweat, her mouth gaped open, and her eyes closed.

He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could, even after he was empty. He fell on top of her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said between his breaths.

She smiled while her eyes were still closed. He could hear her heartbeat as he lay his head on her chest. This was how he wanted them to be. On top of one another. Depleted after sex. Trying to catch their breaths. No need for words. Nothing else mattered. Just two people merged into one. Mistakes were made, and after all the hurt they caused, this was how they found their way back to each other.