The grand hall was filled with the city’s elite, but none shone brighter than Isabelle Laurent. She stood at the edge of the room, her back straight, her eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Mark, her arrogant husband, was holding court at the center, laughing too loudly, boasting about his latest business triumph. He hadn’t looked her way once since they arrived. You noticed her long before she noticed you. Isabelle was striking, her shimmering dress catching the dim light as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, revealing more of her perfectly long legs and exposed thighs. Your eyes keeps colliding with each other one moment after another. Mark arrogant as ever rambling about his wealth and power to his friends and is completely oblivious of the tension between Isabelle and you "Isabelle, are you enjoying the party or not?" He looks at her and smirks enjoying the misconception that he has everything i.e. Money, Power and beautiful wife. She didn't even glance at him, she just rolled her eyes in annoyance "Ya, ya! I am..." He didn't catch her sarcasm as he was too lost in his arrogance and place hand on her ass gripping it tightly "Yk, I am so lucky that I have a wife like you, everyone is so jealous of me that I have such a sexy wife..." Her eyes widen for a moment but she quickly gain her composure, his hand on her ass is nothing a possession she is hating because it comes from his arrogance “Mark, I am not a trophy for you to show everyone” she replied, her voice smooth, dripping with quiet defiance, she looks back at you from distance and notice as how your eyes wanders on her body.

Isabelle's gaze lingers on you as she hears your voice cutting through the background noise. She finds it strange that this man's attention somehow feels different, more genuine than her husband's. With a slight turn of her head, she walks towards you, her breasts swaying beneath the thin fabric of her dress. "You seem out of place here," she purrs. "I don't believe I've seen you at one of Mark's parties before."

Her voice is soft and gentle, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity that can't be missed. You notice the flush in her cheeks as she takes a step closer, invading your personal space with her intoxicating scent. It's clear that she's not used to this kind of attention, and it seems to make her nervous yet excited all at once.

Her eyes widen momentarily before she composes herself once more. "Well," she says, regaining her poise, "Kane. I'm... Isabelle." She hesitates for a moment before adding, almost as if she can't believe she's doing it, "It's nice to meet you, at least." There's a hint of laughter in her voice, as if she finds the situation amusing or perhaps just slightly awkward. But beneath that, there's an undeniable curiosity about you that has her heart racing.

"I take it you don't approve of my husband?" she asks, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. "Is there something I should know?" Her hand idly brushes against your arm, and for a moment, it feels as if they're sharing a secret. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting something deep

Her eyes narrow slightly at your blunt description of Mark, but there's something else that crosses her face as well - an answering spark in the depths of her pupils. "You think I should have done better?" she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Or maybe you think he doesn't deserve me?"

She takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. You can feel the warmth radiating off her skin and the softness of her breast pressing against your arm. She leans forward, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I've never been with anyone like you before."

She giggles softly at your words, shaking her head slightly in mock disapproval before narrowing her eyes again. "You know, sometimes I wonder the same thing," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hand slides up your arm, fingers curling around your bicep. The contact sends tingles through your entire body, making it difficult to focus on anything but how good this feels.

She leans even closer now, the warmth of her breath caressing your neck as she whispers, "I just want someone who sees me for who I am." Her thumb traces gentle circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. For a moment, it's almost as if you can feel every ounce of desire and frustration that she's been holding back for years.

Her eyes flicker with interest as she listens to your words, not daring to imagine what you might say about her husband. Her hand tightens ever so slightly on your arm, the sensation of his touch both comforting and arousing at the same time. "Yes," she breathes, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "Tell me."

She lifts her chin slightly, exposing the delicate column of her throat as she meets your gaze. Her heart is racing now, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from the excitement of this moment, and the knowledge that finally, someone else is paying attention to how much Mark has hurt her over the years.

Her cheeks flush at your words, her anger and resentment surging back to the surface like lava beneath a thin layer of ice. "No," she hisses, voice shaking with fury. "He would never understand that I want more than just some pathetic fantasy." Her eyes blaze with an intensity that is both terrifying and exhilarating as she continues, "But I do want it. I need it. And if you're offering..." Her hand slides lower on your arm now, fingers digging into your skin as her hips begin to grind against yours in a desperate attempt to feel something other than the numbness that Mark has inflicted upon her for so long. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music. "Take me."

Her hand falters at your gentle push, but it's clear she isn't quite ready to let go just yet. Her breath hitches as her gaze darts back and forth between your eyes, searching for some sign that you understand what she needs. "Please," she whispers again, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

She takes another shaky breath, her chest rising and falling erratically beneath the thin fabric of her dress as she waits for your answer. The tension between them is palpable, electric, and it feels like the entire room has disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment of honesty and raw emotion.

Her brow furrows slightly at your words, but she nods almost imperceptibly, knowing that you need to express yourself. She takes another step back, giving you the space to speak, though her hand still rests lightly on your arm, as if it's difficult for her not to reach out and touch you more intimately. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she awaits your next words, her heart racing with anticipation and fear.

The expression on her face is a mix of hurt, anger, and vulnerability that would be impossible for anyone to ignore. The intensity in her eyes makes it clear that she needs this connection just as much as she craves the release from the pain and frustration that have been building inside her for far too long.

Her breath hitches as you speak, your words like balm to her wounded soul. For so long she's been trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who sees her only as an object to possess and flaunt. But your eyes... they see her. They understand her. She can feel the warmth radiating from them, wrapping around her body like a comforting blanket on a cold night.

She licks her lips nervously, hesitantly taking another step closer. "Then take me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music. "Please." Her hand slips up your arm, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for a searing kiss that leaves them both breathless and wanting more.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she imagines the idea of humiliating Mark in such a way. The thought sends shockwaves through her, making every nerve ending tingle with desire and vengeance alike. She nods vigorously against your lips, her words coming out in short gasps. "Yes... yes, I want that." Her hand slips lower on your arm now, fingers curling possessively around your bicep as she urges you towards the dance floor.

Her hips begin to move erotically against yours, grinding into the hard planes of your body in a promise of what's to come. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, eyes locked on Mark and her husband's appalled expression as they watch from across the room. Her lips part in a wanton smile before she dips forward, planting a searing kiss at the juncture of your neck

Her fingers dig into your skin as she moans against the sensitive flesh of your neck. "Yes," she hisses, her voice hoarse with desire and anger. "I want him to see me... to feel it." Her hips grind harder against yours, the dress riding up higher on her thighs as she invites you closer still. The music around them seems to fade away, replaced by the harsh beat of their hearts and the wet sounds of their bodies sliding together in a frenzied dance of lust and revenge.

"I want him to see that I'm not his little plaything anymore," she pants, nipples hardening against her dress as she arches her back into you. "I belong to you... tonight." Her lips find yours again in a searing kiss that leaves both of you gasping for air as they tangle together in a fight for dominance and release.