The forbidden fruit 2

Sonia's POV

"Oh my... ahhh... ahhh..." The sound of my voice increased when I felt his manhood move even deeper than it should, hitting a more sensitive spot.

My thighs buckled and I shivered in ecstasy but still, I didn't stop. I wrapped my hands around his neck while he grabbed my ass, then, I increased the tempo of my movement.

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, my moans turning into loud screams, not bothering if I could be heard by the neighbors.

Yes, neighbors... I've shared my bed with my best friend's husband for so long that we've moved our affair somewhere more private so she wouldn't be suspicious of us.

About two months after our first passionate moment together, he surprised me by getting me a house, rented though but still in Abuja. I was so happy about it. I didn't have to sneak around with him in that big mansion anymore.

Amanda was surprised at my sudden announcement to leave since she thought I didn't have enough money to live by myself but after lying I used the little money saved from the government's monthly reimbursement, she reluctantly let me go.

Here, Anthony visits me almost everyday, even neighbors were already accustomed by his daily presence, calling me lucky for bagging such a rich and handsome young man.

I was always happy when I noticed the jealous look I recieved from them whenever he's around or when I return with gifts from him while driving my fancy cars.

From a middle class babe, he alone has managed to uplift my status, making me... a whole Sonia to be envied by everyone.

I never once regretted taking the chance to jump into his bed. I didn't mind if I was nothing but the other woman, he loves me... I could tell because of how good he treats me and he never stops giving me what I want, his money and dick so I would rather be his side piece for as long as he wants than getting my own man.

If I behave and he comes to see I could be better than his wife, maybe he'll take me in too as a second wife. Oh... how naive I was.

As my screams got louder, he moved one of his hands from my waist and wrapped it around my neck before pulling me into a deep kiss, shutting me up. I let his warm tongue invade my mouth and sucked on it like it was all that mattered.

Distracted by the kiss, I stopped moving and he didn't seem to like that so he turned me over and resumed by himself. He pulled away from the kiss and lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders.

Before I could register what was going on in my head, he rammed over deeper and deeper, his manhood violently hitting spots I never knew they could.

I couldn't help myself from screaming louder than I should. Frustrated, he picked up a pillow amd slammed it over my face, muffling my sounds but still didn't stop.

I was drowning in so much ecstasy that I didn't realize the change in Anthony today. He's usually so gentle but now.... I didn't think much of it, I've missed him so much so...

The warm liquid flowing inside me instantly snapped me out of my thoughts. I thought I was just imagining things but he moved away from me, sitting quietly at the edge of the bed.

What was that? He didn't even last up to five minutes. The Anthony I know could go longer, even more than three rounds each making sure I was filled to the brim.

Ignoring the thoughts in my head, I pushed myself over to him and gently rested my head on his shoulder, placing wet kisses on his weak spot.

"Work must have been stressful today. Let me help you ease up." I whispered in his ears, tracing my fingers down his toned abs to the gap between his thighs and was about to do the needful when he suddenly slapped my hands away and walked away from me.

Wait... was that a rejection? I stayed at the same spot looking confused. This was the first time it was happening to me so I wasn't sure of how to react. Over the last year, he has never rejected my advances.

He picked up his trousers and put it on, ignoring the sad look I had on my face.

"Let's end this." He said in the most casual tone ever.

What?? I must be hearing things... he just... he just said we should....

I chuckled softly like he just told a joke. "You're kidding right?" I asked him, dragging my body out of the bed before walking towards him but he still didn't look at me neither did he answer my question.

I tried to touch him, to get him to look at me but he immediately slapped my hands off like my touch irked him. I felt my heart crumble by that one act.

I bit my lips to stop myself from lashing out and; "Why are we stopping?" I asked instead.

"Do I need a reason to end things with you?" He asked back, picking up his crumpled shirt from the floor before putting it on.

Now, I couldn't control myself anymore. What sort of question is that???

"Well, I need a reason because you came here to my house, fucked me like a slut and now, you want to end things with me?" I screamed in anger.

"Correction, my house... I rented this place for you and also, aren't you a slut? You have been sleeping with your best friend's husband for a year now and you think you're some holy p..." I didn't let him finish when my palm suddenly collided with his cheek imprinting on it instantly.

I felt my palm twinge with immense pain but I had no time to register it in my head when his hand suddenly reached my hair, grabbing a handful so hard that I could feel my face turning red.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to lay your filthy hands on me?" He sneered at me, his grip tightening as each seconds passed.

My words were caught up like a large lump in my throat. I never expected him to get this violent with me all of a sudden. He has always been so kind, so sweet to me so why is he....

"An.. Anthony... you're hurting me..." I managed to speak amidst the shock.

"So? Don't you like the pain? You never complained whenever I do this while hitting it from behind." Each insult that left his mouth felt like a jab to my chest, filling me with so much pain I never knew I could handle.

Then, he pulled my head up, making me raise my eyes to stare at his now unfamiliar face.

"What did you ever think would happen to what you hoped we had? We were nothing that deep to each other. I was just your ATM machine while you were my fuck buddy but what can I do when I become tired of you?" He asked, throwing me against the bed.

My body landed with a soft thud on the mattress while my head kept replaying what he just said to me.

What?? I was nothing but just a fuck buddy to him?? Now he's grown tired of me?? But I thought... I thought he would take me in... I thought we had something deeper... not knowing I was just another lady on his list meant as nothing but one to satisfy his sexual urges.

Now, he's leaving me behind, for who, his wife? Someone that could never satisfy him the way he wanted?? The hatred within me grew to it's highest point. I slowly lifted my head to face him again.

My face was twisted into a devious grin even though I had little bit of tears flowing down my eyes.

"And do you think I'll back down that easily? You think I'll keep my mouth shut after what you've done to me??" I asked in pain.

"What will you do? Tell my wife?" He laughed out like a fool. His wife? He still referred her as his after everything he's done with me.

What a bastard!

"Go ahead... tell her and don't forget to mention that you came on me too. Let's see what will happen to you when she realizes her best friend was sneaking around with her husband." He sneered, still laughing at me.

"It doesn't matter, as long as she leaves you for good..."

"And who told you she will?? You think this is the first time I've cheated on her? You'll tell her and I'll beg on my knees, and you think she'll ever have the guts to leave me? Why will she leave the life she has all because of a nobody like you?"

The taunts... the laughter, they hit harder than they should, pulling me back to the reality I had managed to escape for so long.

What was I hoping I'll be? I was nothing but just the other woman. Why will Amanda ever leave the luxurious life she has with this animal all because I came into the picture??

Still, I was willing to try. He didn't deserve her, neither did I but I couldn't let him have the last laugh.

"I won't know if I don't try..." I whispered and a small grin appeared on my face when I noticed his expression has changed. He wasn't gloating anymore, good.

With a sour expression on; "Then do what you want but before then, I want you to return every single thing I've got you wuth my money. The cars, the bags, clothes, jewelries and even this house. I want everything back and you out of this place within twenty four hours!"

Wha... he couldn't possibly be... his words instantly made my resolve crumble. If I give them back, what will I have? I'll be out penniless on the streets with nothing of my own.

He smirked when he noticed how tensed I looked.

"Or you can keep your mouth shut and have it all, even this too." He pulled out a bunch of keys from his briefcase ans threw them on my lap and a piece of paper.

It was deed to a different house in another state here in Nigeria, Lagos and the keys seemed like that of a car. He really has chosen to buy my silence.

"My farewell gift. This doesn't need much pondering since it's everything you've ever wanted." He arranged his clothes, grabbed his keys from the table with his briefcase in his other hand.

"What we had was good while it lasted but you've become far too boring and clingy for me to take. I hope we'll never have to meet again." He didn't spare me one last look before walking away, out of my life like I wasn't right there, crying my eyes out on the bed.

The moment the door banged shut, I pressed my head onto the pillow, muffling my sobs while hoping it would cover me from the immense shame I was feeling at that moment.

I have been limited as nothing but a whore who exchanges pleasure for money and now it has ended, I don't know what to do anymore.

What was I expecting though? He was someone's husband! Why did I think he'll ever leave her for me or even make me the second wife?

I must have been delusional due to everything I was enjoying from my affair with him, never seeing an end in sight and now, it has come to hit me back, my very own karma.

My pressed my head harder into the pillow, my hatred for him burning a hole in my heart.

For humiliating me this way, I curse you Anthony, you'll never be happy for the rest of your life. I pray you'll get what's coming to you soon!!