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***Warning: Heavy matured scenes from this point on. Please skip it if it's not your thing***
'I don't think I would be able to stop myself if she stays any longer. Who the hell is her husband? The guy must be out of his mind to cheat on such an attractive woman,' Greg thought.
"NO! I'm not going back to my room until I'm completely wasted. Plus, I want to stay in this dress a bit longer before I take my revenge."
"Revenge? And how do you plan to do that?" Greg asked with amusement, taking a sip of his vodka. He found it hard to imagine this sweet, delicate woman plotting revenge when she looked like she couldn't even hurt a fly.
Though she seemed angry, her voice remained soft. Her eyes hinted at days of crying, yet he still noticed a gentleness and kindness in them.
"I'm going to surprise him with the divorce papers while wearing this dress, so he can see the mistake he made—the mistake of letting me go and I'll make sure he regrets it!"
As Cammy rambled on about her revenge plans, Greg found himself zoning out, captivated by her presence. He noticed how enticing she looked when she was upset—her full lips moving as she spoke, making him wonder how they would taste like. And so, he unconsciously licked his lower lip as he imagined licking and sucking her luscious lips.
His eyes drifted down her smooth neck, over her bare shoulders, and settled on the neckline of her dress, which beautifully highlighted her full chest. He observed her breasts bounce with every hand gesture she made as she kept talking about her revenge plans.
Greg swallowed hard as he felt the strong desire stir within him. He wasn't easily attracted to women, especially after his painful past and the recent betrayal by his ex-girlfriend. But the more Cammy passionately ranted about her cheating husband, the more he found himself wanting her.
He wanted her anger and passion...
He wanted to feel her wrath and fury…
He wanted her dedication and to erase her pain… In bed…
'No, it's just the alcohol talking. I'm drunk. She's gorgeous and incredibly tempting, that's why I'm feeling this way,' Greg tried to convince himself, denying the pull of attraction that was growing stronger by the minute.
The more he denies his carnal desire for her the harder his member becomes. It's becoming more and more uncomfortable because it's starting to hurt as it gets stuck in its cage and it grows bigger and bigger.
It wants to be free… To be inside her… To feel her…
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" Cammy called out, noticing Greg's attention had drifted somewhere else.
When he didn't respond, she grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "Sir! I asked if you're listening to me!"
Cammy was clearly drunk, her grip stronger than intended. Greg, just as intoxicated as her, felt too sluggish to steady himself. As she pulled his face toward hers, he ended up just inches away from her, their faces were inches away from each other.
"Fuck! You're making it hard for me."
Cammy heard him say and the next thing she knew, his tongue was already inside her mouth navigating the depths of her, tasting everything inside like a hungry wolf.
Cammy was taken aback by Greg's sudden, intense kiss. Her lips and tongue responded instinctively, matching the fervor of his embrace as if they had a will of their own. Deep in her mind, she knows that she should push him back but instead, she lets go and allows her desire to take over.
When she didn't resist his advances, he deepened the kiss, sucking and pulling her tongue into his mouth. A soft moan escaped her as her fingers tangled in his wavy brown hair, gripping tightly.
Each of her enticing, delicate moans, as he sucked on her tongue, sent shivers through him, intensifying the heat within and making his desire and hardness grow even stronger.
He couldn't hold back any longer. His mind and body screamed with the urge to claim her. Greg grasped her waist and pulled her onto his lap. When Cammy still didn't resist, his hands began to explore her body.
Cammy was in a daze. Here she was, kissing a complete stranger—a devastatingly handsome one at that—while being a married woman!
Her mind kept telling her it was wrong, but her body craved more. When was the last time Duncan had kissed her with such passion? She couldn't even recall… In fact, she couldn't even remember the last time they kissed at all. Oh, wait… it was that night, the night she conceived the twins.
She recalled now—it was also the night she discovered flirtatious messages from another woman on Duncan's phone. They argued, which ended up in bed, but… no, he didn't kiss her that night. He had just silenced her by going straight to taking what he wanted, pounding her straight up with just pure lust, without love at all.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she reflected on how Duncan had used her. Her tears landed on Greg's cheek, prompting him to open his eyes and gaze at Cammy while their kiss continued. Her tears awakened a foreign emotion deep within him, something he had never experienced with anyone before.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He wanted to wipe away whatever was causing her sadness and replace those painful memories with his presence. He longed to see her smile and was determined to be the one to bring her happiness.
'Huh?!? What the fuck am I thinking? She's a total stranger, I don't know her at all!' Greg thought before his right hand found the zipper on Cammy's back. He gently and slowly pulled it down without Cammy noticing.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts about Duncan that she didn't notice that Greg was already undressing her. She felt his left hand slipping behind her ass into her underwear while his other hand gently squeezed her bosom and gave her nipple a light pinch before playfully rolling it with his fingers.
Cammy opened her eyes in shock as she came back to her senses. She quickly grabbed her dress and covered her chest.
"What the hell are you doing!" she yelled at Greg as she swiftly stood up and stepped back.
"Uh… Kissing and touching you?" Greg replied in a confused state.
'What the hell happened?' Greg asked himself, wondering why she suddenly became furious.
"I know! How dare you kiss and touch me!" Cammy yelled again.
"You're kissing me too! You're touching me as well! You even grabbed my hair!" Greg yelled back like a protesting child having a tantrum.
The two locked eyes for a moment, and Cammy realized how stupid her words sounded.
Seeing her hesitate made the corner of Greg's mouth rise which only deepened her frown.
"What are you afraid of, Cammy? You said you're divorcing your husband, so you're no longer committed to him. Besides, he's been cheating on you—you saw it yourself. So why not do the same as part of your revenge? Let me help you…"
Greg stepped closer to her but paused when she backed away. He extended his hand, offering a small smile, encouraging her to take it and trust him.
Cammy looked at his hand, rattled. This wasn't the kind of revenge she had in mind. She didn't want to stoop to the same level as Duncan. The situation she's in is just confusing her more so she backed away until her back met the wall.
Lowering her gaze to the floor, her thoughts raced with different ideas for revenge, while still gripping her dress tightly.
'There has to be something more I can do to make him regret everything he's done,' she thought to herself.
She was deep in thought until she felt Greg's rough hand gently lift her chin, bringing her gaze back to his. His blue eyes looked different now—calmer, no longer clouded with lust. The desire in his eyes remained, but it had shifted from something primal to something more tender and passionate.
She couldn't comprehend how his look could shift so suddenly. There was something about this man that drew her in closer. As she held his gaze, her mind began to ease.
'What's happening to me?' she wondered.
Greg gently wiped away the tears she had forgotten about. He cradled her face in his large hands, his eyes locked on hers as he softly said, "Just for tonight, Cammy. Let's leave the past behind. Let us let go of the pain caused by those who hurt us.
Let's focus only on us—just you and me, and no one else. Even if it's just for one night, let's find happiness in each other's arms. It might not last forever, but let's make tonight a night to remember."
Cammy was captivated by his soothing voice and heartfelt words. Despite the inner conflict raging within her over what was right and wrong, she chose to let go. She wanted to be free.
Free from the pain and torment Duncan had repeatedly inflicted upon her for years. For once, she wanted to feel wanted and cherished, and this man standing before her was offering exactly that, even just for one night.
Was it wrong to accept it just because she was married, even though the man she was married to had been betraying her time and time again?
Cammy chose to abandon reason and indulge in her desires, only for tonight. As he suggested, they would make this night unforgettable, so she whispered, "Turn off the lights…"
Greg smirked, knowing the switch was just within reach, right beside Cammy on the wall she was leaning against. He stretched out his arm and turned the switch, but instead of turning the lights off completely, he dimmed them to the faintest glow without removing his gaze from her.
"Forgive me, Cammy. I cannot turn it off completely. I want to see your face when I take you to heaven over and over again while you are screaming my name," Greg said with a hoarse voice, his breath quickening.