His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 212: Accidental Confession?

Chapter 212: Accidental Confession?

"I miss you so much."

Athena’s heart skipped a beat once again upon hearing those words from Dominique’s lips. His eyes never lie. He gazed at her with longing.

"Dom..." she mumbled his name, feeling conflicted.

Before she could further complain, Dominique’s lips found their instinctively to hers, his demanding mouth crashing against her.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss her. He badly needed this to pacify his jealous heart.

Athena could no longer protest. For some unknown reason, she couldn’t resist him. Her lips moved on their own accord, shocked at her own eager response to Dominique’s lips.

He nibbled on her lower lip, licking and sucking its sweetness. Then he plunged his tongue in between her lips. With a sensuous movement, his tongue entered her mouth.

Athena welcomed him with her own tongue, allowing him to explore her mouth. Dominique deepened the kiss further, moving his tongue over hers with rough thrusts.

Subconsciously, his hands reached for her breasts, cupping and kneading them through her dress while he seized her mouth into a deep hungry kiss.

Athena moaned inside his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck.

’This is so wrong. People might see us here,’ Athena lamented to herself. But she didn’t stop him. She was so engrossed with his kiss.

His teeth grazed against their bottom lip, followed by the sucking of their tongues. They moved in sync.

Dominique placed his hand on her back, pulling her closer to him. Because of that pull, her stomach was now pressed against his hips, something hard poked her below.

Athena’s eyes widened as she realized that it was Dominique’s erection. He was aroused.

Then a sudden rush of heat scorched her insides, her own body responding to him. ’Shit. We can’t do this here. We should stop.’

But Dominique couldn’t control his flaming desire. His left hand moved down, sliding under her dress. His palm touched her upper thigh, squeezing the tender flesh tightly.

"Dom... stop." Athena finally voiced out her protest. "We can’t do this here. People might see us."

Dominique glanced at her, seeing the worries in her eyes.

"Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see us." After saying that, he grabbed Athena to the dark corner of the balcony.

They’ve done this discreetly several times before when they were still husband and wife. He occasionally made love with her at every family gathering and party they’d attended before.

The reason for that was to quench his jealousy and his strong desire for his wife. They would always find a place to hide while making love.

He made her face the wall as he trapped her, his hands holding her waist in place.

"Dom, what are you planning to do?" She hissed at him, her palms pressed against the wall as she gazed up at him.

A mischievous glint flashed through his eyes as he answered her. "I’m going to punish you for making me jealous."

"No–"

Dominique cut off her protest by sealing her lips once again. Then his free hand pulled her dress up, sliding his fingers under. Soon, his fingers began toying with the edges of her underwear.

Athena sucked in a breath when his fingers made contact with her pussy lips. Dominique expertly parted the fabric of her underwear, reaching to her private part. She was already wet! Horny and aroused!

Athena covered her mouth using her palm to muffle the sound of her moan. Dominique was so determined to punish her. He wouldn’t allow her to escape from his grasp.

"Athena, you can dance and laugh with other men... but you are just mine. Mine." Dominique whispered to her sensually, biting her earlobe.

"Your lips... your body... and this," Dominique ran his fingers against her wet folds, moving up and down her slit.

Athena’s pupil dilated in pleasure. She bit her lower lip and covered her mouth to suppress her moans.

Then Dominique plungued his two fingers inside her core, thrusting in and out of her to loosen her up.

"You are still so tight, Love. I can’t wait to claim you," Dominique whispered, licking her neck and collarbones.

A flicker of emotions flashed through her eyes when Dominique used their usual endearment ’Love’.

"Give me your consent, Love. I want to make love with you. Right here... right then." There was a mixture of longing and desperation in his voice.

"I want you, Love. I want to take you here and fill your inside. Can I do that?" As Dominique asked her permission, his fingers continued to penetrate her while his free hand was groping and kneading her breast.

Athena was about to say "Yes" when suddenly two figures walked onto the balcony. Dominique stopped what he was doing and fixed her dress. But he remained standing protectively in front of Athena, shielding her from view.

"Ssssshhh!" Dominique hushed softly, pressing a finger to his lips, signaling for Athena to stay silent.

The two figures hadn’t noticed Dominique and Athena yet since they were hiding in the dark corner of the balcony.

It did not take long when one of the newcomers spoke up.

"Ashton! I’ll be straightforward with you!"

Both Athena and Dominique were surprised when they recognized the two people– Sasha and Ashton.

"That night... what happened between us was a mistake. We are both drunk. I mistook you for my husband, Dominique." Sasha continued. "I hope you won’t tell this to Dominique. We have to keep it a secret!" she demanded.

Dominique frowned while Athena smiled inwardly. She could feel that something good was about to unfold. All they needed to do was remain hidden and eavesdrop on the conversation.

Athena knew what they were talking about. So her assumption was true. The two had slept together that night.

’Too bad, Sasha. You can’t keep it forever. Dominique is here with me, listening to your words.’ Athena rejoiced silently. She wondered how Dominique would react once he learned the truth. She couldn’t wait to see the hurt in his eyes after knowing his wife’s betrayal.

"I admit I’m still angry because you took advantage of me. You should have stopped–"

Sasha didn’t finish her sentence as Ashton interrupted her.

"No! I didn’t. It’s not just about getting drunk. Something was wrong with me that night. No. I guess both of us were under the influence of a drug. Someone spiked the wine. Sasha, tell me honestly. Was it you? You were the one who picked up the wine. It couldn’t be Athena nor Dominique."

Sasha fell silent for a moment. She didn’t expect Ashton to figure it out.

"O-Of course not. Why would I spike the wine?" Sasha denied his accusation.

But Ashton sighed deeply. He wasn’t mad at her. It’s just that he wanted to know the truth.

"Because you want to sleep with your husband," he stated matter-of-factly.

Slap!

Sasha slapped Ashton for accusing her. "Stop putting the blame on me, Ashton. I can sleep and have sex with my husband anytime. Why would I spike our drinks?"

"You don’t have to lie to me, Sasha. I heard it. You told me that it was your first time doing it together... your first union as husband and wife so I assumed that you’ve never slept with Dom yet. Why, Sasha? Why?"

Sasha: "..."

Athena: "..."