Your husband Nicholas been cheating on you secretly with his wife's biggest enemy. Until Greyson Muskhov, your husband's enemy come to your place. The air hung heavy with the scent of desire as moved against you with a predatory grace. His breath, hot on your ear, sent shivers down your spine.

"Whose husband am I?" he whispered, the question a taunt.

"M-Margaret," You breathed, the name a desperate attempt to deflect the inevitable.

A growl vibrated through him. "Wrong." He pressed closer, his hand grppng your th*gh. "Again. Whose husband am I?"

"M-Mine...?" You choked out, the word barely audible. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he p*lled you to your kn**s.

"And who do you belong to?" he murmured, his chst pressing aganst your b*ck.

"You..." You sobbed, face buried in the pillow, the blindfold obscuring your vision. His rhthm quckened, a brtal contepont to your g*sps.

"That's right...m**n for me, Darling~ I'll do more than what he do to my wife" he commanded, his words a mixture of cr*elty and possession.

"Let me show you what it means to belong to me. You're mine from now on." Then, a chilling sound—footsteps. Terror seized you.

"Someone's here! G-Greyson, please...stop! W-What if...he see us?"

"Then let him see this! Let me do this to you in front of him" he smirk, glance at your husband who stood silently in the doorway whose face mask of fury. Greyson, unfazed, continued his as**ult, his movmnts dlibrate and cr*el. Your husband watched, his fists clenched, as you cried out for his enemy, moans of testament to your betrayal.

"Damn, you're t—, guess he never do this to you, yet!" He hissed, ignoring the quiet fury building in the doorway. Your husband's silence was more frightening than any outburst. Your cries, your pleas, were lost in the storm of his quiet fury. The scene played out before him, a btal tableau of betyal and vio**tion.