THE CEO'S FAKE WIFE (English)

CHAPTER 2

Warning: This chapter contains graphic s*x scenes and adult language intended for mature readers only. Not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds.

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A mist clouded Nessa's eyes as she looked at her husband kneeling between her parted legs. She stared at his face. There was no warmth in his eyes. The glint in his eyes was sharp and filled with... desire.

S*x. Her worth had been reduced to that three-letter word. S*x.

Was that all she was worth in his life now? Was that her only role? But no matter how harsh or cold he was to her, she was still willing to accept all of it, accept anything he could give her at the moment because she loved him so much. She loved her husband so much and that's why she managed to deceive him.

Viz removed his glasses and placed them on the table beside the bed.

He stared at her. The way he looked at her was full of intensity.

“This is what you want, isn't it, Nessa?” Viz asked her through gritted teeth. “This is what you want so much so that you don't want to leave my side.”

She chose to keep her lips sealed because, if she had said that love was the reason she chose to stay with him, he might just hate her even more.

He held her hand and pulled her up. She sat up and couldn't help but meet Viz's gaze, which met hers intently. Their faces were so close that she was almost deafened by the pounding of her heart.

A sardonic smile spread across his face. Roughly, he grabbed the back of her neck, sinking his long and thick fingers into her soft skin. She gasped at her husband's actions.

“Are you hurt? Do you want to give up?”

Even with her eyes clouded, she shook her head firmly.

“I knew you would never let go easily.” Clenching his teeth, he pulled her closer, then pressed his mouth on her neck, just below her left ear. He sucked her skin uncaringly, and left a ripe mark on her.

Without thinking, she touched the part of her neck where he left a red mark.

“Don’t touch it,” he scolded her.

She withdrew her hand and bowed her head. He caught her chin, and what followed was his warm capture of her lips. He forcefully thrust his tongue past her unguarded teeth. A sharp moan escaped from her soft lips when his tongue went all the way to the back of her own, almost touching the orifice of her hot throat.

Before she completely ran out of breath, he broke the connection of their lips. She looked at his face, which remained emotionless. He was just staring blankly at her face.

“Viz…”

She was surprised when her husband pushed her down onto the bed, with one of his hand pinned against her wrist on the bed, and the other began to roughly toy with her breasts. Her n*pples reacted to his touch, instantly peaking through the flimsy fabric of her purple night gown. He bent down and licked her erect n*pples despite the thin fabric that prevented him from feeling her directly. His tongue had wet her night gown and it only made the whole thing more erotic. She watched the slow movement of his tongue on her chest.

Her back arched and she tightly gripped the bedsheet.

He traced his fingers along the delicate curve of her inner thighs and mockingly, he brushed them against her wet slit. “You want me here, don’t you?” He whispered to her. His voice was low, deep, and heavy. He was also breathing through his mouth. His jaw clenched when she didn't answer. “Answer me, wife?"

“Yes.”

Because that was the truth. She wanted her husband to take her again and again.

“Hmm. Of course, you do.”

She stifled a hard moan when he suddenly thrust two fingers into her. In an instant, his fingers were buried deep inside her passage. Her vaginal walls quivered eagerly around his fingers.

When he curled his fingers to hit a certain spot, her eyes flew wide open. It was impossible to stay silent as her husband's fingers brushed against the sensitive area that sent shivers throughout her body, and he showed no signs of stopping until her moans turned into a long and intense orgasm.

Even though her legs were trembling and her breathing was far from calming down, he continued moving his fingers inside her, in and out.

"Wait," she pleaded with her husband, feeling as if her muscles were still shaking. She tried to catch his hand, but he quickly grasped her wrist.

He looked directly into her hazy eyes. "I won't stop, Nessa."

"Viz!"

She nearly went insane as he quickened the pace of his fingers sliding inside her. He was doing it on purpose! Because he knew he was driving her crazy.

She knew it was pointless to resist, so she bit her lower lip and matched the rhythm of his fingers with her hips. She couldn't tell when he finally stopped, but she knew she reached her peak once more.

She closed her eyes and caught her breath. Then, she felt the heat of his erection pressing between the wet folds of her. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at Viz, who was kneeling between her parted legs. One of his hands lifted her left leg while the other pushed her tiny thong aside. And while staring intently into her eyes, he drove himself into her with one full and swift thrust.

She cried out, a long moan escaping her throat. Her insides throbbed, and she couldn't think straight anymore.

"I hate you, Nessa," he grunted, pounding hard into her. His arousal was overwhelming for her but by now, she was used to having him inside her since he always fulfilled his marital duties... quite often. In fact she couldn't understand why he was so eager to possess her when he claimed to hate her. But she was glad that she was the only one he wanted to be with, not any other woman showing him interest.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that he wasn't involved with another woman that kept her from giving up on him completely. She was clinging to that small flicker of hope, no matter how faint it was, it still gave her hope and kept alive her desire that maybe, perhaps, possibly in the right time, or in the future, Viz Hezron would learn to truly love her. That he would no longer dream of finding the woman he initially wanted to see. The woman who was the reason he went to Hospicio Custodio.

Every day, she prayed that their paths would never cross. Because she feared her heart couldn't bear it.

Viz tightened his grip around her leg until it hurt. That pain brought her back from her brief escape. Then, he pushed his pelvis forward, giving her full and hard thrusts.

She gazed at her husband, Viz, in his white formal shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the strong veins running from his forearms to his wrists and the backs of his hands. The button of his black trousers was open and unzipped. His hair was disheveled. He tilted his head back slightly. His skin flushed from the heat coursing through his body, the redness creeping up to his neck. His mouth was slightly open, and she could see the intensity on his face.

He released her leg and gripped her hips. He slapped his hands on her hips and drove himself deeper into her. Each time he pulled out, the rosy flesh of her clung tightly to him, wanting to draw him back in.

"Even your body refuses to let me go. Hah," he murmured in a raspy voice. "You want all of me, Nessa, right? You want my body and my heart? Hmm?"

"Just give me your heart, Viz," she pleaded, her eyes welling with heat.

His jawline became more pronounced. As his jaw tightened, his thrusts on top of her grew stronger. He moved roughly, as if trying to break her, indifferent to how vicious he was becoming.

“Viz! Viz!” she moaned his name, feeling the heat in her belly intensify and the increasing hunger of her womanhood until the heat exploded from her body again.

Her husband was watching her, and his eyes glittered dangerously when he saw her c*m for the third time. He groaned and quickened his pace. Not even a minute after, he climaxed, he withdrew and stroked himself until his semen spurted out, spraying it on her lower belly, an inch above her still enlarged cl*t.

Silently, he got up and picked up his glasses from the table beside the bed. He also picked up the box of tissues and handed it to her. “Wipe ‘it’ off.”

She nodded.

He quietly headed to the bathroom. He didn’t bother covering himself.

She was left on the bed, staring at the ceiling. After the passion, she was once again enveloped by emptiness. Why couldn’t she and Viz be together like a normal married couple? Why couldn’t he sleep next to her and pull her close to him after f*cking her hard? Is it really that hard to do?