The Aloof Wife's Forbidden Games

The Aloof Wife's Forbidden Games

Beverly · Ongoing · 8 Chapters

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About this book

Vivian Laurent was the neighborhood's untouchable goddess—porcelain skin, curves that could stop traffic, legs that seemed endless. The kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. Then, one ordinary day, she stepped into a car at her husband's request.

Chapter 1

Vivian Laurent was the neighborhood's untouchable goddess—porcelain skin, curves that could stop traffic, legs that seemed endless. The kind of woman who turned heads without even trying.

Then, one ordinary day, she stepped into a car at her husband's request.

That was when her world tilted into chaos.

A groper on the subway. A leering creep during lunch. A live sex show echoing through a restaurant bathroom.

Even stepping outside for fresh air dragged her into some twisted game...

"Miss... are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." Vivian barely choked back a moan.

This was all her husband's fault—his ridiculous, humiliating little game.

Her cheeks burned as she scanned the crowded platform. Every glance felt like judgment.

She tugged her hat lower, delicate features vanishing into shadow as she inched away from the concerned businessman.

Her body shuddered with each step, threatening to betray her again.

The petite woman trembled like a leaf in the wind, clearly fighting some unseen torment.

The man hesitated, then turned away.

Relief flooded her when she saw no recognition in his eyes. She checked her outfit—long trench coat despite the summer heat, hat pulled low. Only the faintest hint of curves beneath. No one could possibly know.

She didn't see the hunger flicker in his gaze.

He insisted on carrying her bags, shielding her as they boarded the bus.

Vivian bit her lip. Reluctant, but the relentless waves of pleasure left her weak. Walking straight was hard enough—handling luggage? Impossible. So she let him.

Then her phone buzzed.

[Now. Remove the coat.]

The sender: "Husband."

Her head snapped up in panic. The man sat inches away. Other passengers nearby.

As if sensing her hesitation, a sudden vibration sent electric pleasure crashing through her.

She clenched her thighs, stifling a whimper.

Two more insistent buzzes demanded obedience.

Flushed and breathless, Vivian fumbled with the coat buttons.

She glanced at the businessman.

He smiled back, oblivious—until the fabric parted.