"S–Sir!"
The curvy woman who had just stepped out of the bathroom froze when she saw Dustin Moses standing in her room, shirtless.
Her heart thudded wildly at the sight of his bare chest; broad, solid, manly. He didn't have the perfect six-pack, but the raw masculinity in his build made her breath hitch.
Yet her eyes narrowed in irritation when she noticed the black rose tattoo sprawled across his chest.
"How about your wife, sir?" she asked slowly, approaching him with a sultry smile playing on her lips.
Dustin's body reacted instantly, his member swelling just from the sight of Emily's voluptuous figure.
His voice dropped, thick with hunger. "Emily, I miss you. I can't wait any longer to touch you."
He seized her and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his hand sliding to rip her nightgown away. The thin fabric fell to the floor in an instant.
"Did you have a hard day today?" he whispered against her ear, hot breath making her shiver.
"S–sir! Wait…" Emily tried to push him back, but his grip around her slender waist was iron.
"How about your wife? Is she asleep?" she pressed again, her voice trembling yet teasing.
Dustin's burning eyes flicked with annoyance at the mention of his wife.
"As usual, that old woman drops like a corpse the moment her head touches the pillow," he sneered lazily.
Then he shut down the subject with his hands, caressing Emily's smooth back, desperate to lose himself in her.
"Only you can make me feel alive, my dear Emily…" he murmured before pressing hot kisses along her cheek.
"Hmmm, sir…" Emily's soft moan slipped free as Dustin cupped her breast, kneading it firmly.
"Emily, stop calling me 'sir' when we're in this room," he husked. "I'm your man. Just call me Dustin like always. Can you do that for me?"
Her giggle, playful and feminine, only fueled his arousal.
"Dustin! I miss you too…" Emily gasped, her face flushing as he pushed her down onto the soft bed.
Their bodies tangled, pressed chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
"Your son was adorable today. He's starting to like me…"
But Dustin wasn't listening. He was already lost in her body, sliding his mouth to her neck.
"Emily… can't we just focus on this instead of talking?" he muttered, burying his face against her skin and showering her nape with greedy kisses.
Her moans filled the room as his lips moved lower, his hands kneading her breasts with a mix of roughness and care. Her whole body shuddered when he licked her collarbone and circled her nipples with his tongue.
"D–Dustin… don't stop," she begged, arching beneath him when he paused to pinch her swollen peak.
"Do you like it, Emily?" His voice was a hoarse growl that vibrated straight through her core.
"Y–yes, Dustin… I really like it. Please don't stop…" she whimpered, her shyness only adding to his lust.
He granted her wish without hesitation, his mouth closing over her breast, sucking and teasing with his tongue while his free hand slid downward.
His palm caressed her thighs, spreading them wider before slipping to her slick heat.
Emily gasped when he touched her wet folds, her body arching in response.
When her hand found his thick shaft and stroked it eagerly, Dustin groaned in sheer pleasure.
He wanted nothing more than to sink inside her right then, but instead, he thrust his fingers into her tightness, curling and pumping until she writhed helplessly.
"Oooh, Dustin… faster! Please! I'm coming!"
Emily's body tensed, blood rushing through her veins as pleasure crested. Her toes curled and her back arched as waves of climax crashed over her.
"Are you satisfied?" Dustin's voice came low and smug.
Emily blushed, nodding breathlessly.
"Do you want another round?"
She nodded again, eyes shimmering with need.
He chuckled, watching her flushed face. This woman was everything his wife wasn't: responsive, alive, wild in bed. His wife lay stiff like a corpse and fell asleep after one session. But Emily… she begged for more.
"Dustin… you're so hard. Please, I want you inside me," she whispered, spreading her legs invitingly.
Their eyes locked, her heartbeat racing.
When he finally pushed into her, she cried out in bliss, tears forming in her eyes as pleasure tore through her. She moaned with every thrust, gripping him, urging him deeper.
...
While the room filled with their breathless cries, another presence stood outside.
Rose Wilson paused at the doorway of her son's Nanny room.
Her body turned ice cold as she listened to the sultry, wild lovemaking sounds inside.
Her chest clenched painfully, as if someone had ripped it open and salted the wound.
Her husband's voice.
Her son's nanny moans.
"Dustin! That bastard… he's having an affair with Emily?" Rose whispered, trembling, her hands balling into fists.
Her rage pushed her forward. She grabbed the doorknob, ready to storm in, to claw them both apart. But her hand stalled.
'God, what should I do? Should I crash in and expose them? Or pretend I never heard this and live a lie?'
Tears pricked her eyes. Anger and grief tangled in her chest until she could barely breathe.
Seconds passed before clarity returned. No, she would not endure this humiliation. She would confront him. She would throw Emily out of her house. And then she would divorce Dustin.
Her breath came fast and sharp as she turned the knob and shoved the door open.
The sight stole her words; her husband on top of that slut, moving inside her.
Fury exploded in her veins. She grabbed the nearest box and hurled it at them.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Rose screamed, her eyes locking onto Dustin's panicked gaze. "Are you insane?! Sleeping with the nanny of your own son? How filthy and disgusting can you be?"
It was the first time she had raised her voice like this, the first time she spat such harsh words at him.
"YOU! What are you doing here?" Dustin barked, tugging his pants back on.
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing here'? Shouldn't you be the one explaining this? Are you actually having an affair with this bitch?" Her voice cracked, filled with rage and despair.
"YES! So what? I'll divorce you and marry Emily. Only she satisfies me in bed. You? No! Get out!" Dustin roared, pointing at the door.
Rose's world was shattered.
For the first time, she saw him as a stranger, cruel and heartless.
How could she have been so blind? How could he treat her like this?
Summoning what little strength remained, she marched forward and swung a fist at him, desperate to wake him from his madness.
Surely Emily had bewitched him, turned him into this shameless creature.
Her knuckles connected with his face, but in the next second, her body flew backward as Dustin threw her. Her skull slammed against the wall, a sickening crack filling her ears. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
She crumpled to the cold floor, limbs numb, breath shallow.
Through the haze, she saw his feet stepping closer, and her heart shattered again, pierced by invisible nails.
Before darkness took her, she prayed, 'I wish… I could go back and choose a different path. Dustin, I hate you. Even in death, I'll curse you. You'll live miserably…'
Her eyelids fluttered shut.
The sounds of the world faded.
Silence.
Darkness.