Chapter 1

Sabrina's POV

I stepped out to get my husband's cake for his birthday last minute since it was a late order. It was for a surprise birthday I planned for him today.

I left my step sister at home to take care of things and welcome the guests that will come earlier. By the time I drove into the mansion twenty minutes to the start, I saw my mate's car. He is back!

Oh no! I frowned in disappointment.

Was the surprise ruined? My face fell instantly and once again, I knew I had failed. My tears smeared my makeup In the car.

Things complicated a year after our marriage. Even though he made love to me a couple of times, he refused to mark me. He kept saying I needed to earn it.

I loved him very much and I knew it was hard for him to reciprocate but it always made frustration claw at my chest.

Now that I wanted to do something like this for him to see if it would draw us closer, I messed up.

Tapping my fingers aggressively against the steering and practically hitting my head on it, I decided to go through the back door so I could at least drop the cake in the room. If the surprise was indeed ruined, I needed to hide for a bit in the room from my guests and freshen up anyway.

I opened the door to my room and received the shock of my life. I halted, jaw dropped and eyes almost popping out of their sockets. My heart immediately hammered in my chest as I staggered back in disbelief. The cake fell from my hands due to my trembling fingers. I felt my insides squeeze more and more until I could barely breathe.

My husband was on top of my step sister, and they were fully naked. They were having sex!

My heart pounded in my chest and emotions poured in. A mix of denial, consuming hurt and anger I had never experienced since birth. My heart felt so heavy, like it wanted to leap out of my chest.

“Marcus! Laura! What do you think you're doing?” I screamed at the top of my lungs as they had barely noticed my presence.

I couldn't control my rage as I grimaced angrily.

He was wearing a gold bracelet on his hand, the same one my step sister got earlier and told me she planned to give to someone special.

Clearly shocked, they stopped immediately and looked up to see me. My mate cursed under his breath while my step sister looked at me with no remorse.

“Get out! We're busy!” My step sister screamed at me like she wasn't the one in bed with my own husband.

“Excuse me?!” My voice broke out on a weak, disbelieving sound, and I put a hand to my chest, to at least regulate my breathing but all to no avail.

“So you want to watch us then? Fine, be our guest!” My step sister let out gut wrenching words that hit me like daggers to my heart. They completely ignored me.

The betrayal hit me hard this time. Everything was real! My ears couldn't believe what they heard. Maybe I was hallucinating. My hands clenched in my fists and my nails dug into my palm in anger. The bright sparkle in my eyes disappeared and its remains created an unforgivable rage.

Stunned that the people I held close to my heart would do that to me, I quickly ran out before they would see more of my tears.

As I left, I heard footsteps behind me and I hated that they even tried to shamelessly follow me after what just happened.

Enraged, I turned to face them, to tell them to stop following me, but it wasn't the two people I was expecting.

It was a maid, holding a tray of drinks. My heart shattered. They didn't care about my feelings. They didn't care that I caught them. I was that insignificant.

I tried my best to stop crying and control my emotions. It was too embarrassing for me. I couldn't even tell anyone that the man I threw a party for was currently sleeping with my step sister on my matrimonial bed.

“How could she do that to me? The pang in my chest was too painful. The tears refused to stop falling so for a long time, I hid by a corner to cry my eyes out.

It was a hard pill to swallow, so I silently went to the bar after. I needed to clear my head and think about what would happen next.

After successfully chugging down three bottles of beer, I got intoxicated.

Instantly locking my eyes with someone, the pair of eyes caught my attention. A man. I didn't remember inviting him as I had never seen him before. He was all muscles and height, towering over ninety percent of the guests.

He was standing at one end of the dancehall, watching me. Yes, he was staring right at me. His face was as stoic as ever, not portraying any emotions but somehow, it intrigued me as we locked eyes.

It made no sense that he was already causing my senses to dwindle, so I had to meet him. I dragged myself out of my seat and met with him. I felt intoxicated but he was the perfect distraction.

“Hey.”

Up close, he smelled like he was sent from the moon goddess to ruin my life. What was this temptation?

“Hello, Mrs. Valour.” He breathed calmly, looking down at me.

He knew my name and the deep baritone of his voice? It completely threw me off guard. His eyes were as green as perfectly growing trees in the savannah.

My thighs clenched so badly that I had to look away. Since he knew me, it meant he knew that I was married.

Hell, he must've already known that I organized the party.

“Would you like to dance with me?” I asked breathlessly, pulling in the most seductive voice I had at my disposal.

“No, but thanks for offering.” He replied graciously, but the way he looked at me told a different story. I watched the way his eyes moved from my face, all the way to my neck, resting momentarily on my breasts before going all the way down. I wasn't the only one getting affected by our closeness.

“Please. Just one dance.” I batted my eyelashes at him and continued to plead. If he refused me, I would sink into a hole and never crawl out because I had nothing else to live for.

He scrutinized me again and silently cursed under his breath before obliging. He took me to a dark corner of the hall since we weren't supposed to be together. He knew we were doing something bad but he couldn't refuse me.

He tried to be modest, but I wasn't having it. I grabbed his hands and placed them on top of my buttocks and placed my arms around his neck. Letting the music lead us, I rubbed my breasts all over his chest and teased him like my life depended on it. I wanted to feel something. I was literally getting cheated on so did it mean that I was unattractive? I was going to find out.

His little grunts here and there as I rubbed my body against him was enough for an answer but I still wanted more.

At one point, he had to pull me closer, the intensity of our union too hard for him to bear. He wanted to feel me as much as I wanted him. No one even paid attention to us in the dimly lit hall.

“Mark me, Mystery man. Fuck me, please.”

I begged impulsively because I wanted to feel like a woman.

“What are you asking, Mrs. Valour? You have a husband.” I saw his shocked expression for half a second before he hid it perfectly, but I watched the way his eyes darkened as I continued to tease him.

“I don't have a husband, okay?Let's leave here. Please make love to me tonight.”

“You're drunk.” He added, trying to make me see reasons why we shouldn't be fucking each other all night long, but my insecurity was at the surface, and it was all I could see. If he wanted to leave me too, then maybe I deserve everything I was getting.

“It doesn't matter. Just give me what I want.”

“Are you sure you won't regret it?” He asked, but I assured him that I wouldn't.

“No.”

For the rest of the night, I was flipped over in countless positions, spanked like a little slut, sexually tortured and teased as a stranger fucked my brains out. I slowly became sober, feeling every single emotion and mixture of body fluids, the gasps and the moans. I had missed sex after all. I had missed the touch of a man.

Waking up the following morning in an unfamiliar room, I was so full of regrets after realizing what had happened.

I slept with a stranger, all because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. It was the best sex I ever had but what happens now?