Chapter 2

“SUMMER vacation in the Maldives?” Alexander repeated in furrowed brows. “Amara, are you sure about your plan? I don’t want to go to that country!”

Amara laughed. “Why? Because you’re afraid in a large body of water?” she smirked. “Your daughter and I wanted to have fun, Alexander. Are you saying that we should stop our happiness just because of your absurd phobia?”

Alexander doesn’t like the sarcastic tone of his wife, but he has to control himself. He doesn’t want their daughter to witness their argument. He sighed and looked at his five-year-old daughter. “Billie, do you really wanted to have a vacation in the Maldives?”

Billie smiled broadly. “I wanted to see colorful fishes!” she said and jumped happily. “But…” She hesitantly looked at her mother. Her lips pressed together as if she wanted to say something. “Nothing, daddy.”

“Come on, baby,” Alexander carried his daughter in his arms. “What do you wanna tell your daddy?”

“You heard her. She said she wanted to go to the Maldives,” Amara answered. She was busy brushing her hair in front of her vanity mirror. “You know, Alexander, you don’t have to come with us. I can travel with Billie and some of our guards.” She looked at him over her shoulders. “It’s more fun if you’ll send three or more guards to secure us.”

Alexander clenched his jaw. He knew what Amara is trying to say. He lowered his daughter and told her to go to her room and choose which clothes she wanted to bring on their vacation. As soon as the door close, Alexander confronted his wife.

“Don’t you dare to make your stupid habits in front of my daughter,” he said and clenched his jaw in anger. “I’m warning you, Amara, not in front of my daughter.”

Amara met his glare in the mirror. “Why?” she smiled wickedly. “What are you going to do to me, Alexander?”

“I will kill you,” he said with gritted teeth.

Amara raised from her seat in a sensual way that emphasized her rounded hips. She sauntered towards him as she slowly pulled the laces on her robe. Before she reached him, she was completely naked.

“Kill me with what?” she asked and traced her lips with her tongue. Her fingers stroke her throat down to her clavicle. “In what way you wanted me to be killed, Alexander?”

“Stop it, Amara,” he growled. “Do you think you still have an effect on me?”

Amara smirked but doesn’t speak. She ran her fingers to her large breasts and encircled her fingers on her nipples. “Oh…” she moaned and shut her eyes. “Touch me, honey…”

Alexander swallowed hard. He watched Amara pleasured herself in front of her. “You’re good at nasty things,” he said and stepped back. “But, I won’t bite on your traps.”

Amara opened her eyes. Her cloudy gaze was like sending flames to his body. Her hand went between her legs while the other kept on groping her breasts. “Hmm…” She bit her lower lip and spread her legs widely. “Oh, fuck, honey…” She fondled her clit and rubbed it vigorously in front of him. “Hmm…” Her fingers parted her folds and showed him her pinkish mound shamelessly. “Don’t you want to fill this space in me, Alexander?”

Alexander’s gaze darkened as he focused on what his wife is doing on her private part. “I can’t believe you, Amara…” he said in a clenched jaw. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Amara smiled sweetly. Why would I be ashamed in front of my husband?” she asked and moaned loudly while rubbing her clit. “Come on, touch me…” She inserted her two fingers inside her dripping mound and screamed in pleasure. When she withdrew it, she showed him her cream-coated fingers. “You have this effect on me, Alexander.”

A low growl escaped Alexander’s throat. “You may give me arousal, but all my love for you is long gone, Amara,” he said and pushed her to the bed. The woman fell on the mattress with her legs spread in front of him. “Turn around. I don’t want to see your face while I fuck you to death.”

Amara giggled as she positioned herself in all fours. Her hips wobbled like a bitch and exposed her wet core. “You don’t want to see my face as you gave me the best fuck of my life?”

Alexander unbuckled his pants and let his hard cock freed from his crotch. It grew harder when his whore wife wiggled her big butt and pushed towards his cock. “Even I gave you all my best, you wouldn’t be satisfied,” he said in a clenched jaw. “I’m not enough for you, Amara. That’s why you kept on making your immoral habits, right?”

“I’m glad you know that, honey,” she replied blatantly. “If you would just give what I wanted, I—oh!” She whimpered and clutched on the bedsheet when he shoved his cock inside her forcefully. “Oh, fuck!”

“This is what you want, right?” Alexander asked his wife between his teeth. “You wanted to be fucked rudely.” He grabbed on her waist tightly and banged his hips on her butt forcefully. He doesn’t care if the room got filled with her loud yelps. “This is the kind of sex that a whore like you always wanted.”

“Fuck you, A-Alexander!” Amara tried to look at him over her shoulders, but Alexander grabbed her hair. “Oh, shit…” She screamed in pleasure. “Fuck me, oh! Harder!”

Alexander clenched his jaw as his eyes scrutinized her perfect body. Amara is one hell of a sexy beast with her beautiful and luscious body curves. She has a sex goddess body that every man drooled over: big tits, tiny waist, big hips and butt, and a deceiving face of an angel. Using all those aspects, Alexander was captured without knowing that she will not bring him to paradise but rather to hell.

Alexander thought Amara was the perfect wife that he has ever wanted. She was a loving woman in the first year of their marriage, but everything changed like a nightmare when she got pregnant. Amara’s true colors unfolded in front of his eyes like lightning in the storm. It was late when Alexander realized that he married a monster.

If not because of their daughter, Alexander has divorced her and get rid of her. Only Billie bounded them together. She’s the only reason why Alexander is accepting all Amara’s sins to him. But everything has its ending. And Alexander is just waiting for the right moment to do it.

“Harder!” Amara shouted at him angrily. “Is this all you can do?” she taunted insultingly. “I’d rather fuck with one of our guards. I’m sure they knew how to satisfy me—”

Alexander pushed her on the bed, flipped her, and grabbed her feet. He spread her legs and draped them on his shoulders. “You’re such a whore, Amara.”

“I am, honey,” she smirked. “I thought you have learned to live with that—” She groaned as he pushed his thick cock on her wet mound. “I like it when you take me with force…” She licked her lips. “I’m so tired of your lousiness—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Alexander shouted and grabbed her neck. His grip on her throat tightened, but Amara still has the audacity to smile wickedly. “Shut your mouth—”

Amara laughed at him mockingly. “I love it,” she said and stroked his hand on her neck. “Choke me, baby.”

“Fuck you…” He muttered, not breaking his glare on her. “I’m so sorry for Billie because you are her mother.”

Amara didn’t speak. She just looked at him with her pair of dark marble eyes. Those eyes were once looking at him lovingly. But, now, what he saw was just lust and sins. Alexander withdrew his cock, but she grabbed his waist just before his tip went out.

“Let me finish, bastard,” she said, panting.

Alexander smirked. “Deal with it. I’m tired of you,” he spat the words to her as he zipped his fly. “Fuck the chair until you reach your climax.”

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