ALPHA SIN

SIN

“This isn’t you,” She said, stumbling towards me. She shook her head, blinking several times.

“Who were you entertaining dressing like this?” My eyes narrowed, scowling.

“No one.” She mumbled, grinning.

“Why do you look so much like my darling, Sin?” She asked, poking my chest.

Glancing around the room for the first time since I stepped inside, I noticed the atmosphere was different. It seemed I was in a clubhouse, rather than the room I had spent most of my teenage years in.

The sofa that was in the middle of the room was now at the side, close to the window. Disco light flickered from the lamp which stood on the nightstand, creating a naughty setting.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Where had she got it from?

Although it was the same on the outside, I had heard the seductive music and her giggling. I had waited for a few more seconds whilst I thought she was with a man in the house. I trusted her. Yet, she might have planned on how to betray me whilst away.

It wasn’t the first time women pulled out such a trick to run away from their marriage.

I heard a lot of stories, so I wouldn’t be the first person it would happen to. I balled my hands into a fist at the thought of her keeping a man in the room.

Still, I believed she would never do such.

It wasn’t like Artemisia was different. She had been looking for a way to flee. However, it had seemed impossible because she didn’t know the way out of Merene.

If she had succeeded with her plans while I was away, I wonder how I would have felt with the newfound emotion I had for her.

It wasn’t fake. My time away made me realize that I loved her. I freaking had an emotion called love within me for my human wife and mate all this while!

It was appalling and, appealing as well.

“Sin.” Artemisia purred, snapping me out of my thoughts.

My eyes strayed to hers, and she didn’t bother to cover up like she often did whenever I showed up unannounced.

Instead, she removed the robe that she draped on her shoulder and walked toward me.

I gripped her hands, then my hand went to her back. I wanted to tug her towards me, but I ended up rubbing her bare, smooth backside.

I let out a groan at the feel of her satiny skin in my hand. They were as soft as I remembered, and they filled my palms.

I liked my women to be petite, just like how Artemisia was.

Even though I moved with a lot of women of different sizes, I didn’t have a preference.

But, with Artemisia, I have a new preference when it comes to bedding women. I doubt I would look at any woman the same way I did when she was near.

“What would you do if there was a man here?” She asked, turning her back to me.

“Artemisia, I swear if you lie to me, I’m going to kill the b*st*rd first for staring at you this way and I will punish you for taking someone beside me!”

Artemisia stared up at me. Her face, which was illuminated by the light from the moon, held so much innocence and a mischievous smile.

“Why Sin? Are you scared someone would please me more than you do?” She gripped my shirt as she stood on tiptoes.

“Don’t joke with me, Artemisia!” I grunted, slapping her hand that was coming to my cheeks away.

Still, she didn’t relent. Her eyes twinkled, and she licked her lips.

“What if I want you to punish me for being so naughty whilst you were away?”

I shivered as she whispered into my ears.

Oh, gods.

What was she doing?

I didn’t believe I would come home to see my wife tipsy or in a thing I didn’t think she could ever wear.

Although it was one of my usual fantasies to see her in lingerie, it was just a mere thought.

I doubted she would agree to it if I wanted her in one. However, seeing her in it was something out of the ordinary and a turn-on.

I had never taken a drunk woman to bed before, but Artemisia was so tempting.

“I know you want me.”

I groaned as my pants tightened at each statement she made.

“Stop.” I moaned as I felt her hand in between my pants.

She stood on tiptoes, gripping my shoulder. Her teeth grazed my earlobe, and she whispered sexily into my ear.

“Take me, Sin. I want my legs wrapped around you, and I want to feel you inside of me.”

She was so bold. Different from the woman I had left. Was it the alcohol talking?

It should be! Artemisia would never do this if she was sane. I could remember the first time she had snooped into my wine collection. She had been this way, too.

I had rejected her advances because it felt like I was about to take advantage of her. Even now, I feel the same way because she wasn’t aware of what was happening.

“I know what is happening. Besides, I’m your wife. Why hesitate when you can make me scream like never before?” Her brows raised, and her lips curved up in a sensuous smile.

Artemisia stepped away from me to stand in the middle of the room.

She bent, lifting her backside in the air.

“F*cking wet.” I rasped, looking at her glistering centre.

She wanted me, and it was certain I wanted to take her to bed too because of the dent in my pants.

Then why the hesitation? I presume she was aware of what was going on, as she said. Because she didn’t look as innocent as she did the first time she had begged me to take her.

My eyes darkened, and I gritted my teeth as she wriggled her backside in the air.

My legs moved on their own towards her.

She was teasing me. It should be the other way around!

A woman had never teased or seduced me before.

It was the reason some women that had been with me termed me a hard nut to crack.

Now, I was in front of my wife, playing the part of a seductress. Was it possible she was one?

“Artemisia.” I groaned out her name as she kissed and sucked on the flesh before my collarbone.

“Stop thinking about it and take me to bed.” She whispered, patting my pants.

She was right. I needed to stop thinking about what was going on.

Perhaps, after I took care of the tightness in my pants, I would ask her about it.

“Sin!”

Artemisia giggled as I hoisted her from the ground, dumping her on the bed. She spread her legs apart. I didn’t wait for any more reassurance from her.

I took that as one, and I discarded my clothes swiftly before slipping into her.