Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“You’re fucking cheating on me?!”I growled after hurling our side table across the room.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon collision, it smashed to pieces and fell into a wooden pile in the middle of the kitchen floor. Annalise shrieked and leapt back, horror written across her face. “Dante! You’re acting crazy. Stop it!”

“How the fuck am I supposed to act?!” I snarled. “My wife is cheating on me.”

“I-I-I am not,” she cried out.

But I had found the pictures that she had sent him and all the dirty late night texts. We had been married for less than a fucking year, and this was how she treated me? This was what she did when I murdered men in their homes for betraying our family.

What the fuck did she think would happen when I found out?

“Call him,” I gritted out between my teeth. “Call him right fucking now.”

“Dante,” she whispered. “Y-You don’t understand.”

“You’re fucking right, Anna. I don’t understand.” I balled my hands into tight fists, wanting to hurl them right into the walls. But if I split my knuckles open now, I wouldn’t be able to kick this fucker’s face in later. So I stepped toward her, snatched her throat, and pinned her against the wall. “I give you the fucking world, and you let another man slide his dick into you.”

“N-No,” she whispered. “I-I don’t.”

I snatched her phone from her, tapped on Rory’s name in her contacts, and pressed Call. “Tell him to come over right now, and don’t you fucking cry to him. I don’t want him knowing that I’m about to kill his fucking ass until it happens.”

“Rory,” she whispered into the phone, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Come over.”

While I couldn’t hear what that dickhead sounded like, I would know what the insides of his stomach felt like tonight when I ripped it out as my lovely cheating wife watched. I didn’t care how loudly she screamed at me to stop either.



Fifteen minutes later, Rory the Fuckhead knocked on the front door.

In a blind rage, I flung it open and seized him by her–

My hand wrapped around a woman’s throat, and she yelped out and grabbed my arm, her huge eyes wide. She glanced past me at Annalise, her full lips parting and a soft, “Y-You’re hurting me,” escaping her mouth.

I released my hold and glared down at her. “Where the fuck is Rory?”

After she grasped onto the wall to catch her breath, she stared up at me through wide eyes. “What are you talking about?” She glanced past me at my wife again. “What’s going on? I’m Rory.”

“You’re Rory?”

“I told you that it wasn’t a man,” Annalise whispered behind me.

“You’re cheating on me with a woman?” I growled.

“Cheating?” Rory said, confusion crossing her face. “She said you were okay with it.”

I snapped my gaze to my wife. “You did?”

“Come on, Dante,” my wife whispered, walking past me to Rory. She wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, her hands traveling to her full breasts, gently squeezing them. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“Anna,” I said, my dick twitching inside my suit pants.

“Let’s face it,” Annalise murmured, fingers curling over the hem of her shirt, tugging down on it in the middle of the hallway and exposing more of her tits. “We both knew that we would never settle down. Even with this ring on my finger.”

“Anna,” I warned, harsher this time.

“I see the way you look at other women at the club,” she murmured. “Share her with me.”

She dropped her mouth to the nape of Rory’s neck, slowly dragging her full lips up the column of her throat and to her cheek, then gently kissed her. I glared at my wife, watching her touch another woman, my dick hardening.

“Anna,” Rory whispered, staring up at me through innocent eyes. “Are you sure–”

From behind, Anna gently took Rory’s chin and tilted it into her direction, so she could kiss her right on the mouth. Anna glanced at me for a moment as she slipped her tongue into Rory’s mouth, turning Rory around and pressing her tits against hers.

Fuck.

“Anna,” Rory murmured again between kisses, glancing nervously over at me.

My wife ran her hand down Rory’s body, dragging her fingertips across her curves, then she brushed them against the front of Rory’s skirt. She smirked against Rory’s lips and moved her hand under the material.

“Come on, Dante,” Anna taunted, moving her hand back and forth. “Touch her.”

I drew my tongue across the back of my teeth and pressed a hand against the front of my pants, my balls warm and heavy. Anna pulled her wet fingers from Rory’s skirt and stuck them into my mouth.

“She’s so wet for you,” my wife murmured.

When she pulled her fingers away from my mouth, I seized her wrist and continued sucking the juices off them. Rory inhaled sharply, eyes wide and nipples poking against her thin shirt.

Anna would drive me fucking mad one of these days.

With her free hand, Anna gripped my cock through my pants and slowly stroked it through the material. I groaned and tugged them both into the skyrise, slamming the door behind us and whipping off my belt.

“You and your little toy are going to pay for this, Anna,” I warned.

“I highly doubt–” her bratty little mouth started to say.

Seizing her by the throat, I pinned her against the door and shoved her to the ground. “Open your mouth like a good girl, so I can fuck the brattiness right out of it,” I growled. And when my wife wouldn’t, I turned toward Rory. “Open her mouth.”