Gael sets in motion an intense and perverse plan to confront betrayal: his wife seduces and gives herself to the traitor under his burning gaze, unleashing a dangerous game of desire and power
Gael opened his eyes with a mix of anger and morbid curiosity that coursed through his body like a river of fire. The morning sun filtered through the curtains of his room, but his mind was elsewhere, on the betrayal he had just discovered. One of his subordinates, someone he had trusted, had deceived him. The head of the Li clan was not a man to forgive easily, but this time, something inside him twisted in a different way. It wasn't just anger that consumed him, but also a dark curiosity that compelled him to act.
Without wasting time, he called his wife. His voice was firm, but with a hint of urgency that she could not ignore. "Come here, now," he ordered. She appeared in the doorway, her mature and tempting body wrapped in a tiny bikini that barely covered the essentials. The swimsuit, a deep red color, highlighted her curves, her firm breasts, and her wide hips. Gael looked at her with eyes that burned with desire and vengeance. "Come closer," he repeated, and she obeyed, her steps timid but sure.
When she was in front of him, Gael took her by the waist and pulled her toward him. Their lips met in a passionate, almost violent kiss. His hands did not stay still; they urgently traced her body, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of the bikini, squeezing her buttocks hard. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding despite the shyness that characterized her. Gael released her suddenly, his breath ragged. "Go to his room," he ordered, nodding toward the door. "Do whatever is necessary."
She nodded, her heart pounding. She knew what he meant, but the idea filled her with a mix of fear and excitement. She adjusted the bikini, which now seemed even more provocative, and left the room. Gael watched her as she walked away, his mind already imagining what was about to happen.
The traitor, a man with an arrogant gaze and a perverse smile, was in his room when she arrived. Seeing her in the doorway, his desire was immediate. "What is the boss's wife doing here?" he asked with a lewd smile. She didn't answer, she just walked in and closed the door behind her. He approached her, his muscular body and dominant presence filling the space. "Did Gael send you?" he murmured, his hands already running along her arms, his fingers brushing the edge of her bikini.
She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. He wasted no time. He took her by the waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her with a passion that made her tremble. His lips were demanding, his tongue invasive, and she let herself be carried away, her body responding despite her shyness. His dirty hands ran over her body, touching her breasts, squeezing her buttocks with a force that made her moan. The bikini was now nothing more than a useless barrier, and he knew it.
Without a word, he pushed her onto the bed. She fell onto the sheets, her body exposed and vulnerable. He took off his shirt, revealing a torso covered in muscles, and approached her. "You are mine now," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. She didn't answer, just looked at him with eyes that shone with morbid curiosity and submission.
He knelt between her legs and pulled the bikini tie, freeing her breasts. He kissed them, sucked, and licked them with a skill that made her arch her back. His hands went down, sliding the bikini down until it lay on the floor, leaving her completely exposed. Her mature body, her tempting curves, were now his to enjoy.
Without warning, he penetrated her. His member, large and hard, entered her forcefully, making her groan with pleasure and surprise. He began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, slamming against her buttocks with each thrust. The bed creaked under their weight, and her moans filled the room.
Gael, from a distance, watched everything. He had hidden in a corner, his hard cock in his hand as he masturbated slowly, enjoying the spectacle. His wife, his beautiful and shy wife, was being fucked by another man, and the scene excited him more than he could have ever imagined. Her moans, her movements, the way her body trembled with pleasure, all consumed him with a mixture of anger and morbid curiosity.
The traitor did not stop. He dominated her completely, kissing and licking every corner of her body. He sat her on his lap, penetrating her deeper, his hands holding her hips as he moved her forcefully. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as her moans became more intense. "More," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Harder."
He smiled, pleased by her request. He took her more forcefully, his thrusts now brutal, his member slamming against her cervix with each thrust. She groaned, her body trembling on the verge of orgasm. Gael, from his hiding spot, watched as his wife surrendered to pleasure in the arms of another man. His cock was throbbing in his hand, his semen about to burst.
At the climax of the scene, the traitor lay her down on the bed, his body on top of hers. She moved with a cadence, her cunt squeezing his member as her breasts bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her moans filled the room, her voice hoarse and full of pleasure. Gael, his cock hard and ready, approached the door, his heart pounding.
The scene hung in the air. Gael, about to enter the room, his wife moaning with pleasure underneath the traitor, and the traitor smiling with satisfaction. What would happen next? Would Gael join them, or would his anger lead him to make an unexpected decision? The answer was left hanging, leaving an uncertain future full of possibilities. The room, charged with tension and desire, awaited the next move.