Chapter 12: Unspoken Desires

The moment I stepped into the luxurious beach house, I knew I was in for an experience unlike any other. Everything about the place screamed wealth and secrecy, the kind of secrecy that allowed a mayor's wife to indulge in pleasures away from the public eye.

Isabella DeLuca. The name alone carried power, but standing before me, she was more than just the wife of an influential man she was a temptress, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And for the next month, that was me.

She sauntered down the grand staircase, wearing a silk robe that barely clung to her curves. Her dark hair was pinned up, exposing her slender neck, and her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

"You must be Frank," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with seduction.

"In the flesh," I replied, holding her gaze.

She stepped closer, her perfume wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "I've heard a lot about you," she murmured, eyes flickering down my body with an appreciation that made my blood heat.

"I hope I live up to expectations," I teased.

She let out a soft laugh and turned toward the bar. "Champagne?"

I nodded. She poured two glasses of something expensive, the crystal flute catching the dim lighting of the room. She handed me a glass, her fingers grazing mine, lingering for just a second too long.

"To an unforgettable month," she toasted.

We clinked glasses, and I took a slow sip, watching as she did the same. Her eyes never left mine.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, setting her glass down.

I smirked. "I am. But not for food."

A slow smile spread across her lips. She understood exactly what I meant.

"Follow me," she whispered, turning on her heel and gliding toward the stairs.

I followed her through the dimly lit hallway, the anticipation thick in the air. Her bedroom was something straight out of a luxury magazine high ceilings, silk sheets, and a balcony overlooking the ocean. But none of that held my attention. It was her.

She leaned against the doorframe, eyes dancing with amusement. "Shower first," she instructed.

I smirked but obeyed. The bathroom was just as lavish as the rest of the house, marble counters, a rainfall shower, and the scent of expensive soaps filling the air. I stepped inside, letting the warm water run down my body, relaxing my muscles.

Then I felt it.

A pair of delicate hands trailing along my torso from behind. A whisper against my ear.

"Let's see if you really live up to your reputation."

My breath hitched as her touch became bolder, exploring me, testing my reactions. I turned, and there she was, her robe discarded, water streaming down her flawless skin. Her gaze was dark with desire, lips parted as she studied me like a prize she was about to claim.

I let her take control for a moment, her fingertips grazing over my stomach, her nails dragging lightly, teasing. But I wasn't one to be overpowered so easily. I caught her wrists and spun her so that her back was against the cool tiles. A sharp inhale escaped her lips, but she didn't resist. If anything, she thrived on it.

The moment between us was electric slow, teasing touches, the heat building like a storm waiting to break. Every movement was deliberate, every breath heavy with expectation. It was a game, a dance of control, and neither of us wanted to be the first to surrender.

When we finally stepped out of the shower, Isabella was breathless, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. But I knew this was just the beginning.

We collapsed onto the bed, tangled in silk sheets, the distant sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore filling the silence. She lay beside me, tracing lazy patterns on my chest, her breathing still unsteady.

"I wasn't expecting this," she admitted, her voice soft.

I turned to face her. "Expecting what?"

"To actually feel something."

I smirked. "Then we're just getting started."

She let out a low chuckle, but I could see it in her eyes, curiosity, excitement, maybe even a little bit of danger. This wasn't just a physical arrangement for her anymore. This was something else entirely.

And for the next month, I planned to make sure she never forgot it.