The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Chapter 134

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Back at their home, the city lights faded behind them, leaving only the warm glow of the house.

Eric guided his wife inside, still holding her close, their steps slow and unhurried. For once, there was no need for appearances, no need to play the perfect husband in front of anyone else.

She leaned into him, her hand brushing his chest softly. “You didn’t have to…” she whispered.

“I wanted to,” Eric replied, his voice low and steady. “Just tonight… it’s only us.”

They moved to the sitting room, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around them. He led her to the sofa, easing her down so they could sit together. Her head rested lightly against his shoulder, her hand finding his, fingers interlacing.

For the first time in weeks, they didn’t speak of obligations, duty, or appearances. There were no expectations -just the two of them, a rare pause in a world that rarely allowed it.

Eric brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. She looked up at him, eyes soft, and for a moment, he let himself simply admire her, not as a possession, not as a prize, but as someone who belonged beside him in that quiet space.

The night stretched lazily around them, filled with quiet laughter, whispered stories, and small, unspoken reassurances. Outside, the city slept. Inside, the house held its own stillness, as if honoring the rare moment of peace Eric and his wife had carved out together.

Eric led his wife into their marital room, the soft lighting casting gentle shadows across the walls.

She placed her hands lightly on his chest, a subtle anchor, as if grounding them both in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Eric paused for a heartbeat, letting his eyes linger on her-every curve, every expression, every breath. She looked up at him, calm and unafraid, yet wholly aware of his presence.

He shifted slightly so that she lay beneath him, his weight a careful balance, not forceful, as if savoring the simple closeness they rarely allowed themselves.

The door was left slightly ajar-a deliberate choice. Eric wanted the world to see, or at least sense, that this was his. That he claimed this space, this woman, and would not hide it from anyone, especially not the young driver waiting outside.

“I’ll be gentle, my love,” Eric murmured, his voice low, almost caring-a rare softness he reserved only for her.

He sensed the tension outside the door-the young driver, likely peeking or listening, unaware of just how controlled Eric could be, how deliberate he was in his actions.

For Eric, it wasn’t just intimacy—it was a statement. A demonstration of possession, authority, and satisfaction that no one could rival him.

And as he held her there, their breaths mingling, a quiet, unspoken message hung in the room: this was his world, his rules, and the only woman he would ever let himself truly need.

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He let their soft moan and grunt reach to the ear who listen just outside their door, in the heated sex his wife beg and come that Eric lost count. As he keep ramming her wife that lay under him, her nails dug at his back savoring whatever he gave her, savoring the pleasure as they move rougher and full of intensity.

“Oh! fuuu cckkk.!”

“Say my name love, say you want it and need it.” Eric murmur into his wife ear.

“Eric.” His wife shouted.

Eric hold his wife hand above her head, while ramming wildly.

“Yes love I’m here.” Eric said giving all of him.

A smirk slowly registered on Eric’s face as he heard a soft footstep outside the door.

He stood, catching the shadow descending from the staircase. Calm and deliberate, he closed the door behind. him, carrying his wife gently toward the bathroom.

“Let me help you clean up, love,” he said, his voice smooth, controlled.

Then, almost casually, he added, “By the way… I think someone might have heard us. I forgot to close the door.”

He watched her closely, studying the slight nervousness that crossed her usually composed face.

No malice escaped Eric’s expression. In fact, the small reaction—the faint flicker of worry in her eyes—gave him quiet satisfaction.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked softly, his hands steady as he helped her.

“Yes… I’m okay. Just tired,” she replied, unable to fully hide the flicker of concern that lingered despite her words.

Eric’s smile was calm, almost playful, as he adjusted her gently, not to harm, but to remind her of his presence and gave her a quickie.

“This one is the last for tonight, my love.” Eric softly whispered into her wife’s ear and enterd her once again.

Tonight, he had claimed the quiet victory of their closeness, and he had no intention of letting it go. The knowledge that someone outside might be jealous or even merely aware-only added a subtle thrill to his satisfaction.

Because for Eric, control, possession, and the awareness of his dominance over both space and attention were a game he never grew tired of chasing.

And tonight, he had won.

By morning, Eric had already arranged what his wife would wear.

He selected a dress that would reveal just enough-his “artwork,” the marks he had left on her shoulders,

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neck, and collarbone. It was deliberate, calculated; he wanted the young driver to notice.

And he did.

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The flicker of anger in the young driver’s eyes gave Eric a quiet satisfaction. His morning had already started

well.

He watched as his wife attempted to escape for the day, following her silently from behind the wall.

“I heard you last night,” the young driver said, voice low, accusatory. “Screaming his name… Did you forget you told me only I could touch you? You said your husband never showed interest in touching you.”

Eric’s wife looked surprised, caught off guard. “I… I was surprised too. But I only did this because my family is demanding we have a child,” she replied, trying to keep her tone steady.

Eric stepped out from behind the wall, his presence sudden and commanding. Both of them started, caught off guard by his quiet but undeniable authority.

“Is there any problem?” Eric asked, his gaze sharp and unreadable as he looked at them.

“No… there’s nothing,” his wife replied quickly, her composure intact but her tone slightly strained under his

stare.

Eric smirked a subtle, dangerous curve of his lips.

The morning was his, the game was his, and the flicker of tension in the young driver’s eyes was the satisfaction he had been waiting for.

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