His Illicit Desire

Anastacia.I can't think straight as the strong arms of this handsome stranger pulls me in for a hug. I try to stare at him but he gives no room for me to do that. He dims the light further and that action leaves me wondering what this sinfully handsome stranger is up to. "You want me to make tonight the best night of your life right."? He asks huskily. "Then i'll make it the best night of your life".He pushes me softly to the bed and i gasp slightly, surprised. Before i am able to say a word he captures my lips in the most thrilling way. I try to meet up his pace but who am i kidding?.After a while, he lets go. He places his forehead on mine as we both catch our breath. "Relax baby. He says, his voice soft. "You don't have to do anything tonight. Allow me make you feel special".He places me properly on the bed and runs his fingers, in the most sexual way along my body, from my thigh up to the opening of my dress, beside my cleavage.He allows his hand roam freely on my cleavag

ANNASTACIA.I and Dexter walk into the resturant holding hands. Other couples in there stare at us with admiration in their eyes and begin to whisper in each other ears.Yes, this is exactly what i want, the kind of marriage i dreamt of having with Dexter. The one where everyone would be envious of, the one everybody would wish to have, but they wouldn't becase he is already mine.As we approach our table, he takes a step ahead of me and helps with the chair. "Thank you". I murmur with a smile.He signals at a waiter as soon as he is settled in his seat. "So baby what are we having today"?"I don't want something too heavy, so burger and fries would do for now...... and vanilla ice cream". His brows scrunch in confusion. "That's so much baby". He whispers. "Aren't you watching your weight anymore".I look down at myself. Do i disgust him now? Why is he saying something like that. I'm even trying to lose a few pounds for him. Isn't he seeing it?"You know". He hesitates "I'm just say

ANNA.It's been a month, a month of bliss for me and Dexter. I have been a good wife and he, a good husband, keeping our promises to each other.My mind wanders to other things and those things are what brings about my guilt to Dexter. I and Dexter haven't had real sex since we came back together. Anytime he tries touching me, the only thing that comes to my mind is the night i spent with Pierce and we end up not having sex at all. Damn that night.As i try to find an outfit for the day, my hands find the card Pierce left me that night, the one i used in contacting him the day i and Dexter went to that resturant.My mind has been thinking about him and my body yearning for his touch. I am thankful for the fact that he didn't try to reach me or find me in the last one month and it gave me enough time to think. No doubt, i love Dexter but why does my mind constantly waver. I miss his touch badly. One last time wouldn't hurt right.Whenever i think of him, my heart skips a beat, maybe tw

ANASTACIA'S POVSince i left Pierce, my heart has been hammering against my chest in a weird manner, like i have done something wrong, when in reality, i only gave him a piece of my mind. He didn't have any right to talk about my husband the way he did and the guts, the guts he had to call me a whore.Dexter had called to inform me about a business award ceremony that we had to attend at Primal hall downtown and i had to be there, at least for him and our company. While Dexter gives his speech, a very familiar scent hit my nose, a scent i cannot miss not even while unconcious. A feeling of unrest settles on my face and i begin to search the crowd for it or rather him. He has to be here, that scent cannot just come from anybody. I search frantically, completly ignoring Dexter and his speech. I didn't want to be here, my mind and body tells me i belong somewhere else not here on this podium looking at a bunch of fake smilling faces who would do anything to climb the top of the busi

ANASTACIA'S POVTwo months, two months and I've become a shadow of myself, much to my own dismay. I have always wondered the kind of hold Pierce had on me and how much it would affect me if somthing was to happen. Right now, i no longer doubt it. This man controls me, even in his absence, my whole being still feels compelled to listen to him, obey him and dwell on the sweet nothings he whispers into my ears. I haven't had a single sleep in two months, i have bags under my eyes and i have lost a lot of weight, much to Dexter's irritation and annoyance but who cares? I don't care what he thinks anymore, i don't give a fuck. I want Pierce, my body wants him, i think i might be existing for him at this point.I haven't even let Dexter touch me in so long, he hasn't laid a hand on me and I'm not bothered. Antytime he tries to touch me, images of all those women I've caught him with occupies my memory. The way he banged them, treated them with love and even the sound of their irritating