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Her Husband is My Lover

"I Love You." Valentina said as she wrapped her arms around Xavier's neck. "I already have a wife, Val." Xavier replied making Valentina chuckle. "Do I look like I care?" Valentina asked as she pressed her lips against his lips making Xavier's eyes widened and he pushed Valentina away making her angry. "We are not in high school anymore, Val! I'm not yours anymore! I have a wife waiting for me at home!" Xavier yelled making Valentina laugh out loud. "Not mine? Babe, you are mine! I don't remember you breaking up with me or caring about your so-called wife when you were f*cking me a day before your wedding!" Valentina replied wrapping her arms around Xavier, crashing her lips fully against Xavier's lips. Xavier couldn't resist his first love anymore and gave what she wanted to her. ***** Every story has a Villain. The Second Woman. Who Everyone hates. Who seems to be Madly in love with the Main Lead. She can go to any Limits to make him hers. But no one seems to know about her story or even cares to know about her story. So, this story is about hers. The Second Woman. - He is not hers to keep but she wants him! ********** Genre: Romance. Mature Content Please bare with the gramatical and vocabulary mistakes. Under Editing! ..... Join me on my discord server! https://discord.gg/y9rDnHM5TH or Instagram. payalsingh_2608 **** I don't own the cover. All the credits goes to the rightful owner. . Cover edited by, Pixie Graphics (Instagram)

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I will love you and cherish you forever!*

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. 

He started unbuttoning his shirt and When he reaches the last button and shrugs off the shirt. She almost melts at the tasty sight. 

Valentina smiled looking up at him through her long lashes. Jason continues to gaze at her for a moment, before tucking her hair behind her ear. 

Jason crawls over her and kisses his way down her neck. The feeling was lethal and euphoric wrapped up into one.

"Mm." Valentina moaned entwining her fingers with his curls, she whimpers as he begins dragging his tongue down her chest, stopping when he arrives at the slope of her breasts. His hands come to grip the material of her dress and with a smirk, on his lips, he pulls to expose one of my erected buds.

His eyes light up at the sight and he bends his head to take it in his mouth. A groan passes her lips at the sensation,