Chapter 3 Yara's POV

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked again

How am I supposed to say no to those seductive eyes staring at me?

"Yes, I want this. I want you." I let my tongue brush against my top lip slowly, eyes dipping into his with heat I couldn't hold back. He leaned in, and I didn't stop him. Not this time.

When our lips finally met, it was nothing like I imagined-it was more. My knees nearly buckled from the intensity. His lips were softer than I expected, yet demanding, almost desperate. His tongue danced with mine in a rhythm that made everything around us blur and fade.

The kiss wasn't just passionate, he possessed my lips like he owned me.

But I broke the kiss. I had to.

"We can't do it here," I whispered, breathless. "Not here..."

His eyes never left mine. He didn't need words. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the club like a man with a mission.

My heels clicked against the pavement as we approached a sleek black car. His secretary was already there, opening the door without being told. She didn't even blink at us-like she'd seen this scene play out before.

"Get in and take me to my hotel now" he ordered. His voice was sharp, no longer teasing.

I hesitated. For half a second, just half. Something in my head screamed this was a mistake. Yara, don't. Don't sink to Nathan's level. But my body? My body was already on fire. The ache between my thighs drowned out reason.

I slid into the backseat. Jason followed and slammed the door shut behind him.

The car started moving.

He started kissing my shoulder then slowly he pulled down my shoulder straps and kissed my nipple. I felt a cold sensation rush through me-from my head straight to my pussy.

I was dripping wet-so wet that his car seat was getting soaked too.

"You're juicy, damsel," he whispered again in that deep, tickling voice.

He rubbed my thighs with his gaze fixed on mine until he reached my pants. He pushed them aside with his index finger and slid his middle finger from my hole up to my clit.

"Urgh... hhhh..." I let out a soft moan.

He kept going, slowly inserting one finger into me. Then, gradually, he added another.

"Ohhh, f*ck me," I moaned.

"We are at the hotel sir." His secretary's voice sliced through the air unexpectedly.

That was such a frustrating and embarrassing cut-off, but I had no choice but to get out of the car.

We reached his room.

He opened the door and led me in. I was about to walk further in when he pulled me back and pinned me against the wall. His lips crashed into mine again, and his tongue danced with mine as he undressed me.

His mouth trailed from my lips down to my neck while his hands caressed my breasts. Then he moved to my breast and brought his mouth to suck it.

He played with my nipple using just the tip of his tongue, and I was screaming, "Ohhhh.....Sheeeshhhh."

Nobody-not even my husband, Nathan-had ever gotten me this aroused.

"I want you inside me already, Jason."

I was moaning so hard when he grabbed my breast and sucked the hell outta me.

He paused, unbuckled his belt, and undressed, leaving only his boxers.

His dick was hard as a rock, and I knew exactly what I had to do.

I had been planning for a sex day for three years.

I undressed myself, leaving only my panties, and turned around, giving him my best view.

He rubbed my waistline tattoo slowly.

"You've got a pretty nice ass with a perfect tat on it, damsel."

I got that tattoo seven years ago for Nathan-before we got married. I never thought I would show that tattoo to another man, but here I was.

"You love it?" I faced him and moved closer to him, my nipple brushing against his body.

"Yeah. So show me all you've got." His voice sounded sweet and commanding at the same time.

I slowly turned around.

I pressed my ass against his hard dick and danced on it, even though it was still confined by his boxers.

"Ohh, it's so long and hard," I muttered, not even realizing those words had slipped out.

I pulled his boxers down, revealing his cock. I knelt, grabbed it, rubbed it slowly, and then slid it into my mouth.

"Oooohhhhhhh," he groaned softly.

I raised my head to see if he was enjoying it.

And yes-he was clearly having the time of his life.

I pulled back, then licked the head of his dick slowly. It was so pink, and I couldn't get enough of it.

After a minute, I stood up.

I took off my panties and rubbed his tip on my clit. I got so caught up in the sensation that I didn't even realize when I slid him into me.

He raised one of my legs high, pressed my back to the door, and began thrusting.

Oh my God, he's so good.

"F*ck me, Jason. Harder!" I screamed as he kept thrusting into me.

He paused, then turned me around, placed my hands on the doorknob, pushed my ass up, and gave it to me hard-again.

"Arghhhhh. Don't stop, baby. Give it to me. Harder."

His thrusts slowed, but each one went deeper-his hands gripping my waist like he was trying to memorize the shape of me.

The sound of our bodies meeting echoed in the hotel room, raw and real, mingling with our breathy moans and gasps. I was close-so close-and then he reached around to stroke my clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

My body snapped.

"Oh my god-Jason!" I screamed, trembling as a wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My walls clenched around him, and with a low groan, he followed, burying himself deep as he came, gripping my hips like he never wanted to let go.

Silence fell.

Just our heaving breaths filled the room as we stood there-still connected, still panting. He rested his forehead on my shoulder while I pressed my palms flat against the door, struggling to steady myself.

He eventually pulled out and stepped back, brushing a soft kiss on my neck before lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.

I lay there, naked, spent, staring at the ceiling as my heart slowly settled.

And that's when the guilt crept in-quiet at first, like a whisper in the back of my mind. But it grew louder. More persistent.

What the hell had I done?

I wasn't like Nathan-I told myself that over and over. I hadn't meant to cheat, hadn't gone looking for it. But the truth? I wanted Jason. From the moment our eyes met. And now I had him... and I wasn't sure what came next.

Jason lay beside me, tracing circles on my bare shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low and rough.

I nodded slowly, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. Just... thinking."

He didn't press. Instead, he leaned in and kissed my temple gently, like he knew I needed space.

I closed my eyes and tried to silence the noise in my head. Tonight, I wasn't the abandoned wife. I wasn't Nathan's shadow. I was just... Yara.

And for the first time in years, I'd felt alive.

Still, as sleep began to pull at me, I couldn't shake one question-

What happens now?

Stranger Jason or cheating Nathan?