Chapter 43: 43. Today’s The Day That She Will Cheat On Her Husband For A Perfect Man Like Me

The tension that had been building between them for weeks finally snapped like a wire stretched too thin. There was no room left for intellectual fencing or the measured silence.

Mike, sensing the exact moment her resolve crumbled, abandoned the slow burn for a sudden, predatory grace.

’Now’s the time you say...? Hell yeah... let’s go fuck this landlady and make her the first to get claimed by Mike Hawk!’

He didn’t wait for permission; he acted on the inevitability he’d spent the entire evening orchestrating. His hand came out, fingers clenching hard into the nape of her neck, possessive and commanding.

Before she could utter another witty defense or a final warning, he jerked her forward, closing the gap with a raw, hungry intensity.

When his lips crashed against hers, it wasn’t a tentative exploration, but it was a claim. It was the kiss of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to take it.

For a split second, Petricia’s eyes widened, her body stiffening in shock at the sheer audacity of his movement. Her mind screamed about the nine years of marriage, the morality of the moment, and the scandal of it all.

"Mmppphhh...!" Petricia didn’t know what to do, but Mike’s lips tasted better than she thought.

But her body betrayed every single thought.

As soon as his tongue swept past her teeth, claiming her mouth with a masterful, rhythmic pressure, the "cheating" felt less like a sin and more like a homecoming. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of heat and masculine dominance that washed away her inhibitions.

Instead of pushing him away or recoiling from the impropriety, her hands instinctively flew upward. Her palms pressed flat against his broad, warm chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to anchor herself amidst the storm he had unleashed.

’It’s fine... I do want it anyway...’ Petricia thought. ’My husband has never done this for such a long time... and to feel it again with someone younger...’

’Oh god...’

She leaned into him, her hips tilting toward his massive frame, her breathing turning shallow and jagged. The taste of him was intoxicating, fueling a hunger she hadn’t realized was starving her.

As he deepened the kiss, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw while his other hand slid down to press against the small of her back, forcing her pelvis flush against his hardening length, Petricia realized there was no turning back.

’Looks like I hit the jackpot... she didn’t deny the kiss at all even though back then she counted it as cheating...’

The "smart" words were gone. All that remained was the friction of their bodies and the desperate, heavy pulse of desire.

She wasn’t just accepting the kiss, but she was demanding more.

Mike saw the surrender in her eyes, and instead of slowing down, he doubled down on his conquest. He transitioned from a mere kiss to a full-scale invasion of her senses.

"Mmmppphhh~! Nrrggghhh..."

His tongue became a forceful, driving instrument, sweeping deep into her mouth with an aggressive rhythm that demanded total submission. He swirled it against hers, tasting her desperation, coating the roof of her mouth and the insides of her cheeks until she was dizzy with the sheer sensory overload.

"Slurrrppppp... Mwiigghhh... Mikeegghhh... Mppprrggghhh~!"

Every flick of his tongue sent jolts of electricity straight to her core, leaving her breathless and gasping for air that he wouldn’t allow her to catch.

While his mouth worked its magic, his hands descended with a primal urgency. One hand stayed anchored at the base of her skull, keeping her head tilted perfectly for his assault, while his other hand slid down the curve of her waist, bypassing her hip to locate the target he had been eyeing all night.

’He’s really good at this... now I’m starting to wonder if he’s done it many times with other women... but I don’t care at all...’ Petricia. ’As long as I can feel loved again... that’s what I want...’

His palm collided with the soft, immense weight of her ass. He didn’t just touch her, but he gripped her, his thick fingers digging deep into the plush flesh of her buttocks, squeezing the massive mounds with a bruising strength that signaled he owned her.

"Mrrrgghhh~!!!"

Inside Petricia’s mind, the walls of logic and morality weren’t just cracking; they were being demolished.

’Oh god, he’s... he’s not stopping...’

’He isn’t even giving me a chance to breathe, let alone think!" Her mind raced frantically as his tongue pushed deeper, mocking her restraint. ’Nine years of stability, nine years of being the wife, and one man with a fucking tongue is undoing it all in seconds.’

’Why does it feel so delicious?’ 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

’Why does it feel like he’s literally reaching inside my soul with his mouth?’

A sharp moan escaped her throat, muffled by his lips, as his grip tightened on her backside. The sensation of his powerful hands kneading her heavy ass sent a surge of pure lust crashing through her nervous system.

"Nnggghhhhaahhh~!"

’Damn him!’

’Damn his confidence and damn his hands!’

’He knows exactly what he’s doing to me... He knows that the harder he squeezes, the more I want to melt into him.’

’If such behavior is what it means to be reckless, then God help me, because I don’t want to be sensible ever again.’

’Just keep taking me, Mike... please... just... don’t stop.’

Her legs grew weak, her knees trembling beneath the force of his command, and she found herself arching her back desperately, pressing her massive breasts against his chest as she surrendered completely to the beautiful, violent chaos of his passion.

Suddenly, Mike broke the contact, pulling back just enough to create a sliver of space, though he kept his body pinned tightly against hers. He wanted to witness the wreckage he had caused.

"Gaaahhhh..." Petricia moaned, and she could see the string of their saliva still connected even though their mouths are not pressed to each other anymore. "Hah... Hah... Mikee..."

Petricia hung there, swaying on the edge of consciousness, her blonde ponytail disheveled and her eyes glazed with a terrifying level of lust. Her lips were swollen, wet, and parted in a dazed gasp.

"I will always love the look of a woman who has finally given in to all her desires, hahaha!" Mike said as he observed her completely undone, stripped of her poise and dignity, which sent a jolt of pure, sadistic satisfaction through him.

With a smirk that bordered on predatory, Mike reached up. Instead of a tender caress, he grabbed her face with both hands, his thumbs hooking into the corners of her mouth.

He applied firm, unrelenting pressure, squeezing her cheeks inward with a brute force that forced her jaws to slacken. "Let me see it more..."

Under the pressure, her mouth fell open wider than intended, and her tongue spilled out slightly, glistening with saliva. As she struggled to draw in air, the dam broke.

She couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. The loud, messy, uninhibited moans and guttural whimpers tore from her throat, echoing through the quiet apartment.

They were the sounds of a woman who had lost control, sounding far from the composed professional she pretended to be during the day.

Mike watched her drool and tremble, leaning close to her ear so she could feel the hot breath of his contemptuous amusement.

"I can’t believe you can show such a horny expression to me," he growled, his voice low and vibrating with a dangerous edge. "Look at the sophisticated Mrs. Schneider, reduced to a panting, needy mess in minutes..."

"Is this what happens when you actually feel something, Petricia?"

He squeezed her cheeks harder, forcing another embarrassing, high-pitched whine from her throat.

"Mmmmmnaaahhhh... haahhhhhhh..." Petricia’s breath starts to get harder, and Mike could see steam coming out from her mouth, and it smells divine.

"Does he even know you like this?" Mike sneered, the disrespect dripping from his words like venom. "Your husband... that stable, predictable, boring man you’ve shared a bed with for nine years."

"Does he even know how to make you make these sounds? Or does he just lie there, satisfied with the version of you that follows the rules and plays the part?"

"But eh... I know that all he cares about is gambling anyway..."

He pulled his face back just an inch to lock eyes with her frantic, dilated pupils.

"He treats you like a woman who just cooks and has done the job for you, something to be handled with care and respect as well."

"But you don’t want respect, do you? You want to be taken... and... you want to be ruined." He chuckled darkly, watching her shudder at the insult to her marriage. "He’s sleeping peacefully while dreaming or maybe... thinking you’re the perfect, loyal wife."

"Meanwhile, you’re here, leaking and begging for a man who actually knows how to handle all of this..." He trailed off, his gaze dropping suggestively to her chest and then lower to her hips. "...excess you’ve been hiding from him."

Seeing her flushed, humiliated, and utterly craving his attention fueled Mike’s dominance. He wasn’t interested in romance, but he was interested in possession.

"Let’s see you naked again, baby."