🔞 Rated 18+
For mature readers only.
Contains passion, desire, and emotional intensity.
Cleo returned from shopping earlier than Mathias expected. The apartment was quieter than usual. Then she saw Mathias's phone blinking on the living room table.
Her pulse quickened. For months, she had wanted to know what he hid behind that charming smile. Now, the opportunity was right in front of her. She moved quickly and grabbed the phone with a surge of anticipation and dread.
The screen unlocked without a struggle. The first thing she heard made her blood run cold.
"Oh fuck! Damn it, you're so good!"
Mathias smirked, his hands sliding down her thighs as he adjusted his position, his hardness pressing against her entrance.
Cloe's eyes became wide.she couldn't believe what she saw.Mathias! In our matrimonial home. With Nat, the cleaner. And he recorded it.
Cleo froze, then she forced herself to replay the video.Mathias had Nat beneath him, lifting her legs with one hand while the other groped her, his hands moving faster to her body. The moans, the grunts — everything screamed dominance, lust, and arrogance. He was completely absorbed in her.
Nat wasn't resisting either. She pressed her body into his with eagerness, helping him move deeper, matching his rhythm with each thrust. Her moans blended with his grunts and gasps. The sight made Cleo's stomach twist. Rage and disbelief collided inside her.
Mathias's head tilted back, eyes closed, lost in the moment. He thrust into Nat with relentless rhythm, his one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, while the other roamed over her body. Nat pressed into him, guiding him deeper.
Nat's fingers trembled as she complied, her hands fast as she brushed against his balls. Mathias's body tensed, his grip on her breasts tightening as he felt his orgasm building. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice a warning. "I'm cumming."
Nat's eyes widened, her body stiffening as she felt him surge inside her, his cum spilling into her in hot, sticky bursts. Mathias's hands closed around her breasts once more, his grip almost painful as he squeezed, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Every slap of skin, every gasp, every groan filled the room. Cleo's hands trembled as she gripped the phone tighter, unable to tear herself away.one would think she was enjoying the video.
Finally, he reached his climax. His body shuddered violently, Nat's cries filling the recording. Cleo pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to stay steady. She wanted to scream, throw something, punish him in every way imaginable.
And then Mathias appeared in the doorway.
Mathias's eyes widened as he saw Cleo holding his phone. Panic flickered across his face. He knew he had screwed up. The moans still echoed faintly in her mind.
He lunged for the phone. "You don't have any right to invade my privacy!" he barked.
Cleo's response was venomous. "Your privacy is public now," she shouted, stepping closer, fists clenched. "You recorded your infidelity? Mathias, you banged the cleaner, Nat! What kind of man does this in his own home?"
Mathias tried to snatch the phone, but Cleo moved faster. She grabbed it again, scanning it just long enough to confirm her worst fear — no protection. Her stomach twisted tighter.
Rage took over. She began throwing pillows, books, anything within reach. Mathias lunged to grab her arms, but she was relentless. With a swift motion, she smashed the phone against the wall. Pieces scattered across the marble floor, sparks glinting in the sunlight.
Mathias bent down, picking up the ruined device. Only the SIM card could be salvaged. His jaw clenched. Muttering under his breath, he collected the pieces before heading downstairs, leaving Cleo in the eye of her storm.
Cleo's chest heaved as she paced the apartment. Every detail of the video replayed in her mind — his arrogant smirk, his dominance, Nat's eager submission. She felt humiliated, betrayed, enraged.
She stormed toward Nat's room, determined to confront her. The room was empty. Nat had already left, slipping out quietly to avoid Cleo's wrath,and she was not planning to come back.
Cleo slammed the door. She collapsed onto the bed,her fists clenched, heart hammering. The betrayal wasn't just in his actions — it was his arrogance,the disrespect ,his belief that nothing could touch him.
Finally, she picked up her phone and called Mary. "I need you," she said, voice tight with controlled anger. She didn't reveal all the details — some things were too raw. Mary promised to come, and Cleo hung up, feeling slightly steadier.
Meanwhile, Mathias had taken himself downstairs, trying to avoid confrontation. His mind raced, torn between frustration, fear, and pride. He knew he had crossed a line. How long could he hide? The web he had spun would not let him escape easily.
Cleo sat on the bed, hands trembling. She would not let this go unnoticed. Not this time. Not with him flaunting his desires so openly. Her anger coiled tighter, fueled by disbelief and fury.
Her thoughts turned to strategy. She would not confront him in blind rage. She needed control, precision, and dominance over the situation. Mathias thought he ruled this house. Tomorrow, she would make sure he learned the consequences.
She got up from the bed and began tidying the living room, throwing random things aside with deliberate aggression. Each slammed pillow, each tossed book, felt like symbolic retaliation. Her mind sharpened, determination solidifying.
She paused, looking at the city lights beyond the windows. Manhattan never slept, just like her thoughts wouldn't tonight. She knew Mathias would try to run, to avoid the storm he had created. But how long could he hide? Cleo's eyes hardened. The moment he returned, the reckoning would begin.
She sat back down, phone in hand, planning her next move. Mary would help navigate the chaos. But Mathias would learn soon enough — no man, no matter how arrogant or lustful, would escape the consequences of his actions
In the apartment everywhere became quiet after the storm, Cleo let herself smile faintly. He had made a mistake. A big one. And she would make sure he never forgot it.
And she said"Mathias, you want to play games?"
The game had only begun.