Housewife
: Chapter 21

The mere presence of Irena triggers an intense and overwhelming feeling within me that obliterates all sense of reason and sanity.

It started innocuously, a small pebble that turned into a landslide of obsession. With every passing moment, the fixation grew in intensity until it consumed every thought and desire. Like a savage predator, I pick and claw, unable to resist the compulsion that grips me.

Irena is not just a mere irritation; she’s a force that sears through my being, leaving me craving her every touch, the itching desire to taste her, fuck her, kiss her, torture her. Every urge blends into a volatile concoction, sprawled like a ticking time bomb that counts down inexorably until it implodes with a furious bang.

She’s killing me, slowly.

My eyes linger on her impassive expression, trained on the whirling, laughing crowd and bubbling conversation. We’ve been rooted to our seats since the ball began, my only respite from the tedium being brief small talk with business acquaintances, fleeting flurries of superficial pleasantries before they escape back into the sea of joviality.

Abel and Nirali are late if their absence is any indication. A message from my brother creeps into my phone, tracing out his supposed delay due to a sudden emergency. Yet, I say nothing. I know that he’s being swallowed whole by Nirali, consumed by primal fucking, animalistic urges that refuse to be satiated. It’s the same cycle every time- they catch a moment alone and tear into each other, heedless of the world around them. They’re like two frantic teenagers, deliriously addicted to each other’s bodies. They don’t care if they’re caught, and perhaps therein lies their charm.

Sadly I am a victim myself of walking in on them fucking in Abel’s office. I can never erase the image from my mind. It haunts me to this fucking day.

Irena has become a mysterious presence at our little soirée, her silence gripping the room like a velvet glove. Even as she sits across from me, she appears as an al uring goddess, drawing my eyes to her every move.

I finally break the silence with a gruff whisper, ‘How many glasses of wine did you drink Irena?’ my voice draped around the syllables of her name like a well-worn cloak. The wine in her glass seems to swirl in tune with the twist in my stomach. Her cheeks flush ever so slightly, and I can feel my pulse quicken.

Her gaze meets mine, and the mischievous curve of her lips tells me all I need to know – Irena is not one to be tamed. ‘I lost count.’ She says. My protest is silent, as I take in the vision before me, afraid to break the spell.

For in her quiet confidence, Irena holds a power I cannot resist.

My image is everything, you see. I can’t have people thinking I’m tied to a fool. Truthfully though, Irena is lightyears ahead of all the other women here.

She possesses a sharp wit, something that these dimwitted dames sorely lack.

‘I’m bored.’ She utters. ‘Then amuse yourself,’ I reply bluntly, refusing to let her apathy rub off on me.

Her wine glass clinks down on the table as she shoots me a withering look.

I can practically hear her thoughts, rolling her eyes so hard they might just fall out of her head.

The dancers sway and twirl, lost in their own world of romance and sentiment. And then, lightning strikes in my brain. It’s a wild idea, one I’d normally never consider… but for her, I’ll make an exception.

I stand up, running a hand through my perfectly coiffed hair. A few strands fall forward, brushing against my forehead, but I pay them no mind. Irena watches me warily, her expression quizzical.

‘Heading somewhere?’ Irena quizzed. ‘Join me for a dance.’ I blurted out.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. ‘Sorry, I can’t dance.’

Without a care, I replied, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. It’s nothing, and you did mention you’re bored.’ Irena mused over my proposal, her index finger tapping her bottom lip, before acquiescing and standing up from her seat.

I extended my hand to her, which she brushed off, striding past me. Her impertinence almost made me grin, almost. Soon, we swayed onto the dance floor, and Irena scanned her surroundings whilst panting, her teeth ravaging her lower lip.

I couldn’t help but want to punish her for such an innocent temptation.

Though she may not realize what she’s doing, every time she bites down like that, I just want to devour her.

Fuck this woman drives me insane.

As I carefully rest my hand on the small of her back, I notice the tingle that rushes through her. She’s becoming accustomed to my touch, and I’m eager to see how far I can push her. Soon, she’ll be enraptured by me, and her every move will be driven by her need for my touch.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t bite,’ I whisper in her ear, causing her to relax into me. I draw her closer, and as she tilts her head up to meet my gaze, I feel a thrill of excitement course through me. With our hands linked together, her heart races, and her lips part in anticipation. ‘Just trust me,’ I say softly, and she nods, unable to replace the words to respond.

With a fluid motion, I slid my left foot backward, gliding effortlessly across the sleek floor. Irena mirrored my move, her right foot stepping forward in an attempt to keep up with my agile retreat. As I dipped her forward, gazing into the depths of her soulful, earthy eyes, I felt the intensity of her gaze.

It wasn’t the cliché, saccharine romance found in fairytales; it was an all-consuming desire, tempered by a raw beauty that halted time. My fingers tightened around her waist as she stepped forward once more, catching me off guard. But I quickly recovered, chasing her once again. Toe to toe, we paused, both breathless with anticipation. With deliberate precision, I pulled her hips close to mine, cherishing the moment with a fierce intensity.

Our faces hover mere inches apart, immersed in the intoxicating aroma of her essence. I relish the tingling sensation that ripples through my being, a result of the tantalizing blend of honey and vanil a that lingers in the air. Her fragrance is as unique as it is al uring, perfectly matched to her captivating presence.

As I contemplate leaning in for a kiss, she gazes off to the side, mirroring my every movement. Frustrated by her reluctance, I pushed her away, sending her spiralling out of my arms. But her grip on my right arm remains steadfast, a sign of her lingering desire.

With an irresistible magnetic force, I pull her back towards me, and our bodies sway in perfect unison. The allure of her scent and the heat of our bodies fuel an intoxicating dance that leaves us both breathless.

My heart was racing, a wild beast pounding against my chest. Her eyes trapped me in their luxurious darkness like two polished gems reflecting all my secrets and desires. Time stood still as we locked gazes, lost in a moment that felt like a lifetime. The universe collapsed around us, stars flickering out of existence as we stood frozen in a heartbeat. And then, just like that, she slipped away from me, a fleeting dream that was already starting to fade. I watched her disappear into the crowd with a pang of longing in my chest.

‘I-uh, excuse me.’

Without thought, I followed her, my feet carrying me through the maze of rooms and halls. The sound of her steps echoed in my ears, guiding me forward. As I emerged from the grand ballroom, I caught a glimpse of her shimmering dress, a beacon in the sea of darkness. I pushed open the doors and entered the empty halls, determined to replace her. The guards acknowledged me with a curt nod, but I couldn’t waste precious words on them. My heart was leading me, and I had to follow.

‘Irena!’ I hollered with all the energy in my being, chasing her down the winding hal way. Her adrenaline kicked in, amplifying her speed as she darted towards the right corner. I wouldn’t let her get away that easily, closing in on her before she could reach her sanctuary: the restroom.

Sweeping a leg across the entryway, I sternly shoved the door back ajar as I barged in.

‘Why the sudden dodgeball match?’ I questioned, shutting the door firmly and sliding the lock, shielding us from any lurking ears. Irena trembled, reeling over the sink, lost in scattered thoughts. ‘Irena?’

‘What!’ she hissed back, guarded and defensive. But I could see through her facade.

Most people would shy away from her tone, but not me. There was something raw and primal about her aggressiveness that ignited a fire within me. ‘Why run from me?’ I pressed again, my words coated in silk.

Irena remained resolute, refusing to give me a straight answer. ‘Saint, don’t you think it’s time for you to leave me be? I need to be as far away from you as possible.’ Her voice was firm, commanding.

But not even her stern words could hide her vulnerability.

‘Is that so?’ With each menacing stride I take, she retreats in fear. ‘Can you blame me for feeling uneasy around you? I’m not sure I can trust myself,’ she confides in a hushed tone. ‘Is it because your body is still hungering for my touch?’ I taunt playfully. Her lips part in response, and I know I’ve hit the mark. As she casts her gaze downward, I almost can’t help but chuckle, for I’ve proven my hunch to be accurate.

Our dance was nothing short of electric, causing her to glisten with anticipation. She’s consumed with desire, but too afraid to give in. ‘Irena, look at me,’ I command, closing the gap between us. She takes a step back, her breaths ragged with anxiety. ‘No,’ she gasps, ‘you’re just too much to handle. It’s exhausting.’ But we both know that’s a lie. The tension between us crackles like lightning, igniting a wildfire in my soul. Her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths and she bites her lip seductively, shooting me a daring look. She folds her arms, desperate for me to leave.

But I won’t leave without her. ‘Please, Saint, just go,’ she pleads, her voice strained. The sight of her swallowing down her fear makes my hand tingle with the desire to wrap around her throat.

I release a low chuckle, thoroughly amused. ‘You’re adorable when you’re nervous,’ I tell her and take two steps forward, she steps back but gasps when her back hits the wall.

She has nowhere to go. ‘Saint,’ Irena warns, desire and fear swimming in her brown pools. Her body tenses when I’m inches away from her. I could feel her warmth radiating towards me. I trap her with both my arms placed on each side of the wall.

I lean in and whisper in her ear. ‘Is my wife wet for me?’ A flurry of chaos swirled around her like a vortex. ‘Hmmm?’ I question as my lips gently brushed past her neck.

I noticed how Irena clenched her thighs together. She glares at me angrily.

‘When I look at you, I become dry like sand.’ She spat bitterly.

I chuckle, shaking my head at her insults which clearly did not affect me.

Reaching my hand out I part Irena’s legs with my leg and brushed my finger tip against her damp panties and she gasped in shock.

‘Your body is a terrible liar than you are, love.’

I lean in the crook of her neck. ‘You’re dripping wet for me.’

‘I-it’s hot.’ she lies again and I shake my head in disappointment. ‘You know I hate it when that pretty mouth of yours lies to me.’

‘What are you going to do? Punish me?’ she states pushing my buttons. I wrapped my hand around her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze. ‘You want me to punish you?’ I questioned and she thought about it for a moment then nodded. ‘Either way, you wouldn’t know how to handle me,’ Irena remarks, I arch a brow tilting my head to the side–amused by her comment.

‘Baby I’ll handle you in ways you couldn’t imagine,’ I tell her and she scoffs. ‘I doubt it.’

Those three simple words triggered something in me. In a blink of an eye, I pick her up and place her on top of the sink.

My mouth grazes her shoulder in sinful pursuit to reach her earlobe. ‘I’m going to show you how a man handles his woman,’ I warned teasingly.

IRENA

His intense gaze ignited a fire within me, leaving me breathless. Saint’s sturdy hands cradled my face as he claimed my lips with an insatiable hunger. I felt myself being backed up against the mirror as his body loomed over me, sending shivers down my spine. A powerful surge of desire coursed through me as his tongue tangled with mine.

I melted into his embrace, savouring his muscular physique that was forged from rugged labour. His lips travelled down my neck, and I surrendered, tilting my head back for more. As the fabric of my dress slipped from my shoulders, exposing my full breasts, his eyes drank in the sight hungrily.

‘You’re stunning without a bra,’ he whispered, sending a flood of heat to my cheeks.

As the intoxicating effects of the alcohol kicked in, all my senses heightened, and the world took on a new vibrancy.

With every lingering kiss and tantalizing nibble on my neck, a shiver of pleasure sent goosebumps crawling across my sensitive skin. Saint’s daring hand caressed my breast, sending electric sensations pulsing through every nerve. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain coursed through me as he pinched my already-hardened nipple, drawing out a gasp of arousal. ‘Your tits are perfect,’ he growled, his words sending a thrill of excitement through me that I could scarcely contain. As our lips met in a fierce, deepening kiss, Saint’s hand slipped beneath my dress, reaching eagerly for the heated center between my thighs. My body shuddered as his fingers brushed teasingly against my panties, my hips arching upward to meet the intoxicating sensation. I knew, in that instant, that every inch of me ached for him, craved his touch in a way that my heart and soul could barely comprehend.

My breasts were consumed by his embrace, his shoulders my grounding force. His cotton shirt provided solace to my touch as my fingers dug into his flesh.

As for Saint, he was in control. My panties were no barrier to his probing finger, sliding between my folds with ease. I submitted to his expertise, my wetness exposed and ready for him. With one finger deep inside me, he added a second, stretching me as I gyrated my hips in pleasure.

The sensation was heady and I lost myself in the moment, his mouth locking onto mine. My inner muscles contracted around his fingers, readying me for him. In response, a fresh wave of wetness ensued, all for him.

‘Oh God,’ I moaned. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my flesh.

‘That’s right Doe, let the heavens hear your prayer. Only I can give you the pleasure you crave.’

He ducked his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grated across the sensitive peak and I arched my back, pressing myself into him, wanting more.

His fingers continued to work me, curling to replace that sensitive spot on the inside of my walls. My breathing grew faster, and I knotted my fingers in his hair while he feasted on my tit.

‘Saint,’ I warned. ‘Hold it, baby, just a little longer.’ He pleads. My eyes roll back as I feel my climax building by the second.

My world is shattered when I hear a knock on the door followed by an aggressive voice. ‘Hello! I know you’re in there I have to fucking pee.’ A male voice called out of frustration.

‘Hello!’

‘Occupied.’ Saint annoyingly calls out as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. ‘Fuck, S-Saint’ I cried out in warning.

A thunderous bang on the door broke the silence, startling me out of my reverie. The angry voice on the other side continued to blare, pounding the door with such force that it seemed like they were trying to bring the whole building down. ‘Hurry the fuck up!’ I looked at Saint, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of the situation.

‘Hello!?’

‘For fucks sake.’

As I watched, transfixed, Saint deftly pulled out a gun from his pocket and, with his free hand, aimed it at the door. I heard the sound of the trigger being pulled four times as Saint left bullet holes in the door.

My heart thudded against my ribcage as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.

Did he just shoot the door? While finger fucking me!?

He shot a person through a mother fucking door!

But, even as the world around me seemed to be unravelling, I felt a potent desire building within me, driving me to the edge of ecstasy.

‘Saint wha-‘ I protested, my lips already bitten raw with excitement.

But, with a wicked chuckle, Saint silenced me with a kiss and whispered tantalizingly in my ear, ‘Let go, baby. Let me taste you.’

My belly and thighs were a tangle of tension as his thumb discovered my sweet spot. Swift, circular motions sent me spiralling into euphoria, my body quivering with pleasure. Fingers digging into his sturdy shoulders, I clung to him tightly, gasping for air as my orgasm consumed me. With a trembling moan, I surrendered myself completely to him.

Panting and shivering, I nestled against his neck as my stabilizing breaths teased his ear. When he removed his finger, a fresh wave of heat pulsed through me at the sight of my juices glistening on his skin. But instead of wiping it away, he met my gaze and slowly, seductively, brought the tip of his finger to his lips. His eyes danced with mischief as he savoured my flavour, the sensual gesture making me weak in the knees.

‘Mmm, you taste better than I ever imagined,’ he murmured with a sly grin.

I tried to resist, knowing that giving in would only lead to heartache. ‘It’s the last time you’ll ever taste me,’ I muttered, knowing it was a lie. The fire between us was too intense to resist, and I knew I was already lost to him.

My heart raced as his rough hands spun me around, his strong grip lifting my dress over my ass. The sting of his spank sent an electric thrill of ecstasy and pain through me. His menacing growl sent shivers down my spine as he warned, ‘Next time, you won’t be allowed to come.’

Breathless and disoriented, I struggled to regain my bearings – only to be met with a sight that left me speechless. A dying man lay behind those doors.

I quickly pushed Saint away and rushed to the door. I unlocked it and flung it open to see his life slipping away as a pool of blood spread across the floor.

My panic quickly turned to anger as I realized that Saint was responsible for the man’s state. ‘Saint this man is dying for such an unreasonable cause!’

I confronted him, seething with rage at the senseless violence. But as he stood beside me, unfazed by the blood and chaos around us, I couldn’t help but wonder how dark and sick this man could get. What challenges he had to face to reach this level of numbness?

‘He was annoying and bothering us, and refused to leave. However, I didn’t harm him for no good reason. If I had not prevented him from interrupting, you wouldn’t have experienced the incredible orgasm that I provided you with,’ he nonchalantly elaborated as my face blushed with embarrassment.

I-

I swear this man tends to make inappropriate comments during moments of crisis.

Without paying heed to his words, I hurried to the injured man’s side and knelt down to offer aid.

‘You’ll ruin your dress with the blood,’ he chided, his eyes fixed on the man’s wounded form. As our eyes met, panic gripped me, but I could not bring myself to abandon the man to his fate.

‘I will not let him die for such an embarrassing reason,’ I announced, my voice strong and unyielding.

‘Embarrassing for you or him?’ Saint probed, his voice a taunting whisper.

I stood silent, unable to reply as he instructed me to stand and leave the wounded man behind.

But I refused, resolute in my decision to help the stranger in need.

‘He needs aid, Saint. I cannot leave him here,’ I pleaded, my heart heavy with guilt.

‘Get up, Doe. I will send help. The man is fortunate that my aim was not lethal. He is merely bleeding. Now, get up,’ he commanded, and I watched on, helpless, as he dispatched help to the injured man’s aid.

He said, with sincerity in his tone, ‘Irena, I will send for help.’ He informs with honesty lacing in his tone.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up. I noticed light blood stains on my dress, but didn’t care. It was not that noticeable. Disregarding him, I leaped over the body and moved away from Saint as much as possible. Presently, I am feeling both frustration towards him and myself.