Champagne and sins 2

You know that feeling of freedom one experiences, and how exciting it can be—the thrill of doing something you had not done before. That was exactly how I felt.

One night of sin, and it feels so refreshing, I cannot stop thinking of him.

It's been one week since my vacation, yet all I think about is Ace. I am so pleased with myself for accepting his invitation that night—it was the best decision I ever made.

“Getting lost again…” Lucy's voice pulls me back to reality. It's been this way for a week.

My maid-turned-friend, since Erin restricted me from having friends—not like I wanted any.

Ignoring Lucy, I bit my lip, walking over to where the steaming pot of soup sat. “Erin might suspect if you keep glowing this way.”

She was looking out for me, just like she's always done. And like every other secret, I told her about the passionate night with Ace.

“I don't care if he finds out. He already knows he doesn't satisfy me—not even once.” I rolled my eyes.

“Careful now, sis. You know what he is capable of, if he ever finds out you let another man touch you.”

With a sharp nod, I waved off Lucy’s words. Fear was the last thing on my mind—especially after the taste of sin and freedom.

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” I heard Scar, Erin’s right-hand man, yelling from the window of my room. I peeked out to see cars tripping into the estate.

Tonight was special to my husband. Erin had succeeded in closing a deal with a long-time rival, buying his entire business. This was more like a celebratory win after he killed the rival’s family—all for power and wealth.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, and I was gorgeous in this tight dress Erin had gotten me.

A sigh escapes my lips as his figure strode into my dark room. “Mi vida,” like he always calls me—his voice rang out in the dark.

Erin was fat and ugly, raped me occasionally, but he always protects me, buys me every luxury I desire. It was the only sweetness I managed to hold on to.

“Congratulations again on your win, dear.” I smiled, fixing his tux. He grunted low, then kissed me hard. When he pulled away, he handed me a box.

A million dollars’ worth of a diamond necklace sat pretty—it was so beautiful I lost my voice.

“My brother arrives today. I want you to look the most expensive in the room.”

Yeah, I remember the brother he barely spoke of—the one Lesley called a homewrecker, as their papa had him with his mistress and ended up destroying their once-perfect home.

“I thought you hated him?” I asked.

“I still do. But we decided to put the past behind us.”

With my hands in his, he pulled me out to the garden where the dinner party was being held. Our million-dollar home was decorated expensively, in Erin’s style.

He always loved to show me off. It was a way of saying money can indeed get you anything.

Just as we rounded the fourth table greeting our guests, Lesley walked up to us with a frown.

“You invited him!”

“Keep your voice down or I'll help you,” my husband growled. My brow creased at their bickering, but then he grabbed her hand, pulling away.

Taking that opportunity to escape, I fled to the dark alley alone for some air—away from the crowd and judgmental eyes of the Cosa Nostra wives.

I was into my second stick of cigarettes when I heard someone laugh. I turned around, and to my surprise, a man I would never forget—even in the dark—stood feet away.

Both hands in pockets, even as he approached me and moved into the light, I still could not believe this was real.

“You look stunning, baby girl.” He smiled coldly. My breath caught, unable to speak.

“Ace??”

“In the flesh.”

How on earth? Erin would definitely kill him if he found him here with me. My heart raced immediately.

“What are you doing here?” My voice was a whisper.

“I'm here for you,” he lets out, as he moves so close now—those strong hands wrap around my waist as he claims my lips in a kiss.

I don't know how long it lasted, but the voice of Erin calling out to me pulls me back to reality. I shove Ace away, trying to escape, but he holds me down anyway.

The cold wall eats up my skin as he leans down, breathing on my face.

“Please… I need to leave.” The words left my trembling lips.

“Stay…please,” he whispers back, and this time his fingers already found their way into my panties; slowly he stroked.

“Mierda! You're wet,” he cursed in Spanish. Maybe this was a foggy dream, and I might wake up soon, but I never want it to end.

I moan as his fingers begin to move fast inside of me; skillfully, he finger-f*ck*d me until I came.

“God damn it, where the fuck is my wife!?” I heard Erin calling out for me from a distance, but I was too lost in the pleasure this man instilled in me.

“Fuck... Don't stop, just like that... Suck it.” I moaned into my hands. Ace was down on his knees now between my legs, sucking greedily on my pussy while eating my cum.

When he finally moved up, he had a cold smile on. “I see you're not scared to die,” I murmur, causing him to groan, and immediately he thrusts into me again, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I have fought too many wars and succeeded; your pussy of a husband doesn't frighten me, Eloise.”

He knew Erin and that I was married??

The confusion didn't last as he fucks me fast and hard now, the music concealing our slap of skin mixed with my harsh moans.

When a cock like Ace fucks you, you must scream.

“Fucking tight and so wet for me,” he praised, going faster. Hands grabbed my ass tight. I felt his index finger plunge into my butt hole, and that's my cue. I'm a writhing mess. I cum hard, my body shaking in his hold.

“I know you missed this cock.” He chuckles when I go down on my knees and take him into my mouth. I was being extra daring; perhaps his amazing c*ck had f*ck*d my anxiety away.

So I s*ck*d him like a pro, deep-throating and making porny gag sounds. His moans filled the air as he came in my mouth, and his eyes widened with joy when I swallowed his c*m.

Just then we hear footsteps approaching. I hurriedly pull him away from the party.

“You should not have come here, My husband will kill you. Go now to this address and wait for me,” I shoved a card into his hands.

“Do not ask questions, and please go now.” My eyes looked around for anyone.

He smiled but took the card and walked away without another word.

A few minutes later, I rearranged my hair and dress, including my makeup.

Lucy walked up to me first the moment I walked in. “Erin’s pissid,” she whispered, but I had yet to respond as my name was yelled from the table ahead.

“Eloise Erin Stark! Everyone, my beautiful wife.” The crowd cheered while I was ready to disappear. Beside him was a man who looked too familiar as I approached.

“Finally she arrives, Nicholas. Meet my amazing wife, Eloise, mi vida.” Erin placed a kiss on my hand before squeezing so tight that I felt his anger.

My soul left my body the moment I saw his face, but what broke me entirely was the words from my husband: “Mi Vida, my half-brother Nicholas Ace.”

My breath seized, the world stopped spinning, and he had a d*mn smile on his face, like he had not just f*ck*d me minutes ago.

My husband’s half-brother is my secret lover.