Married Bad Boy

The Part 41

"I'm not a stupid woman you can seduce."

Azri widened her eyes in astonishment. His adrenaline is like being lured to prove to Widya that no matter if she includes the stupid woman or not, in the end he will be tempted by her seduction as well.

It seems like this girl is waving a war flag. She clearly challenges Azri if she can seduce him and invites him to bed. Well, it looks like this game will be interesting.

"But I can fuck you at any time, Mrs Pradipta. You're my wife and I'm your husband."

Widya is drunk, thinking of looking for words in return.

"Then, what then do you have the right to pull me into bed? I'm not gonna fuck a guy who doesn't love me."

"Let's say I'm the man who loves you."

Widya frowned. "What do you mean exactly?" He doesn't understand.

Why does Azri always say ambiguous sentences like this? he did not want to serve Azri. If Azri had said that she loved him then she would gladly serve her own husband because she secretly loved this man.

But what would happen if it was just a joke? What if Azri just wants to enjoy it like he enjoys another woman's body? Well then what's the difference between Widya and her other lovers?

Azri grinned then using his hand, he pulled Widya's waist into his arms. The girl gasped.

"I didn't mean anything, just wanted to prove whether I could seduce you or not."

Before Widya digested her meaning, Azri returned***** her lips. He wanted to push Azri, but could not because suddenly his strength seemed to be sucked out by every page of the man. He chose to keep quiet hoping Azri got bored and let go.

However, Widya's decision to calm down was considered a form of willingness for Azri. Widya seems to have been tempted and began to accept whatever she did. Azri's hand moved to explore the surface of Widya's skin.

The touch made Widya tremble like an electric shock, the first sensation she felt.

Azri smiled to see Widya was exhausted, obviously he had managed to control Widya completely.

"Stop it, please," pleaded Widya.

"Why?" Azri refused to comply. He remained busy making imprints on Widya's neck and around her shoulders.

"You don't like me."

Widya is overwhelmed between enjoying the sweet temptation that is launched or trying to resist it.

"Can't, this is over. You just enjoy."

Widya's mind was broken, completely messy. He wondered if Azri would take away his precious possession today without his love or permission? Actually Azri has the right, but still Widya does not want to do it if Azri does not ask for it very sincerely.

Azri was getting excited. He swiftly lifted Widya's slender body and took her to bed. He didn't refuse. True no, no woman can resist him if he has issued his frightening charisma.

"I've told you, there won't be a girl who can resist me.“ Azri was stunned for a moment as her eyes looked at Widya's face.

When their eyes met, Azri felt the world around her stop moving. Widya with eyeballs looking at her was smelly, her cheeks were reddish, her lips were wet, and her hair was falling gently on her face. All of that somehow looks very beautiful in Azri's eyes.

Strangely enough, he found his heart pounding and his blood flowing faster.

Usually Azri never noticed this if he was making love with any girl. He does not care about the look of the eyes, blushing cheeks, or slightly messy hair. Then why when you see Widya, it's all like a whistle that arouses desire in her?

It's not a whirring of passion, but it's another strange and pleasant one. What does all this mean?

Widya was glued to Azri's black eyes that made her drown. He could no longer even dodge when Azri bent his body to land a kiss on his shoulder. He let the man do more. He wanted to know how far Azri would get him trapped.

Azri's sneaky sneer came back out as Widya hugged him tightly as her spontaneous reaction.

"How does it feel?"

Widya covered her face with her hands. Eager to slap Azri's cheek, but unable to do so. He wanted to cry out of shame to himself. It was like being a hypocrite who said hate in the mouth, but could not enjoy it when it was presented by the temptations that he refused desperately.

"You're evil!" Lirihan Widya is a blend of sad and upset.

Widya's answer actually provoked Azri's laughter . The man laughed satisfied.

"That's the reason why women fall so easily into my charms." He bent his body to whisper, “Because I'm so mean."

Widya agreed with him angrily. This guy is so bad! With good looks, a treasure, deathly seduction, and a charming smile he has broken many women's hearts and killed their love. His eyes looked at Azri fiercely.

"If there's a prison holding female criminals like you, I'm sure you'll be a high class prisoner there."

Why does this girl always know how to argue with me? Inner Azri, slightly offended, but excited on the other side. No girl has ever been able to reply to his words so far.

"Well, if you want to test how bad I am." Azri looked at Widya with a highlight that could captivate any woman. "I'll show you."

"No!"

Widya tries to hold Azri's hand that is venturing into her private area, but the man deftly holds both hands. He was also more free to do whatever he wanted to do to Widya's body.

The air in the room was hot even though the windows covering the entire wall beside them were wide open and the breeze stroked the thin, unopened curtains.

Suddenly the bell sounded.

"Who else is bothering!" geram Azri was irritated. He has been bullied twice.

Widya let out a sigh of relief as the torture finally stopped. Azri turned her gaze towards the door. He knew a voice calling to him accompanied by the sound of a bell. It was Marleen's voice.

Azri looked at Widya as if asking for permission. Of course Widya happily let Azri go.

"You don't go anywhere, I won't be long." Azri gives a short kiss and gets out of bed to open the door.

Widya took advantage of the opportunity to rush down from the bed and tidied up her appearance. He takes the original sweater and jeans out of the suitcase and then hastily puts them on before Azri returns.

Azri does not know Widya quietly came out of the room through the veranda of the room facing directly towards the resort garden overlooking the beach because it happened that their room was on the ground floor. He was too focused on Marleen who was standing at the door, still wearing her swimsuit.

"What's wrong?" asked Azri hurriedly.

Marleen peeked inside for a while then looked back at Azri. "I'm just curious because you suddenly disappeared from the beach and didn't come back. What the hell are you doing? Why not join the others?" ask her with a plain face. He tried to ignore Azri's messy appearance. Anyone could guess what he had done inside.

"There's something I'm discussing with Widya." Azri replied.

"Is he inside?"

"Yes, why?"

"I want to talk to him."

Without being prevented, Marleen barges in. Azri gasped, trying to hold Marleen deeper into the sleeping room.

"Marleen, wait."

Azri's steps stopped because Marleen stopped her leg movements. The girl's gaze was fixed towards the bed which ... was empty? Azri blinked his eyes.

Wait, where did Widya go? la turned his head in all directions looking for Widya, but came to a halt when Marleen's words sounded.

"Where's your wife?"

"I don't know" said Azri doubtfully, equally. When he realized that the glass door to the veranda was wide open, he knew the answer.

Marleen was stunned to notice the messy condition of the bed, like there had just been a war there. Her heart ached and she did not want to imagine Azri and the girl making out on it.

"My wife isn't here, so we better get going, too."

Azri had to find his wife to finish what had stalled earlier. He intended to push Marleen's shoulder away when the girl's shrill voice sounded.

"I suddenly miss you when you're still a free bird."

Marleen turned her body towards Azri. Marleen's beautiful face was decorated with a soft hue made Azri speechless.

"Life is without rules, and we are free to do anything without anyone advising."

Azri somewhat flinched as Marleen approached and then slipped both hands around her neck.

"It's been a long time" Azri said trying to ignore.

"Oh yeah? we can repeat it if you want.”

Azri did not expect at all a while after Marleen said, her lips locked by the girl's kiss. It feels hot and full of emotion. However, for some reason, her heart was no longer overwhelmed by the sensation she felt while kissing Widya.

That's so weird. He knew he was still shrouded in an unexpressed passion after touching his wife, but why was that feeling still lingering when he knew he was doing it with someone else?

Marleen realizes Azri is not giving a reaction like he usually does. The man just stood there, his hands not even moving around.

"Do you love your wife? You said you'd never be happy in a marriage without love? Now you just look. happy." Marleen's question slid just like that after their lips came off.

"I can't deduce anything yet" Azri said coldly.

In fact, he did not like the fact that he was so strong to one woman because it was the woman who should have coveted him.

Falling in love is just a feeling that weak people have. Azri does not want to let himself be lulled into one woman who might hurt him someday. Rather than being hurt, he would rather not fall in love at all. That's what makes her feel free to seduce any woman.

However, all that was just nonsense that he said before he met with Widya Lovarza. In reality, the woman managed to change her heart slowly.

"Marleen, you'd better go" Azri said, turning her eyes away.

"Why?" Marleen looked at him nanar, no celebrants would get this cold treatment from Azri.

"I have to find my wife.“ Azri went to the bathroom to tidy up her appearance.

Marleen looked at Azri who was bellowing away with an expression of disbelief. Azri can't ignore it. No man ever ignored her. He glanced at Azri's open suitcase, his eyes twitching at a woman's dress inside.

"This mountain" he was amazed. It must be for me. his sis sure.

Azri knew what was her favorite. This dress is for her. Not wrong anymore. Perhaps Azri was looking for an opportunity to give this to her, unbeknownst to Widya. He must succeed in getting Azri back to him. He saw a bottle of water on the table and took it. He opened the bottle and put something in there. Smile rises.

"I'll get you back to me, Azri El Pradipta."

When Azri came out fully clothed, he saw Marleen still in her room.

"You can go." He took his bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.

Marleen was still standing in place, just looking at Azri while calculating inwardly when the medicine she had secretly put into the bottle would react.

"don't want. If I have to go, we have to go together."

Azri snorted and turned her body to Marleen.

"Now you really have to go—" Azri's words were cut off when she realized Marleen was standing in front of her in a dress she knew so well.

“You, where did you find that shirt!” showed shock.

It was the dress she was going to give Widya.

"I found it in your suitcase. Look, the size fits me perfectly, you bought this for me on purpose?" Marleen posed confidently in front of the glass. She felt so beautiful in that dress.

Azri roared quickly with a sharp gaze that faded Azri's smile.

"Open that shirt! That's not for you. That's for my wife!"

Marleen's eyes were rounded in shock. "What did you say? This dress is for ...."

"This is for my wife!" azri insists that Marleen believe.

"No way," said Marleen. "However, this dress fits my size, Zri. It's gotta be for me."

Azri did not answer, he only continued to grieve himself after realizing he bought a dress for Widya with the size of Marleen. The only clothing size she remembers is the size of Marleen's clothes, so she probably thought Widya would deserve to wear her choice of dress.

"I don't care, quickly take off that shirt!“ azri's orders with sudden emotions soared high.

"I won't open it unless you take this shirt off!"

"Oh, so you're against me?“ reply Azri upset. Without hesitation he wrapped his hands behind Marleen's body to open the zipper.

Thankfully Marleen was still wearing her onepiece model swinsuit behind the shirt. Quietly Marleen smiled triumphantly. As a woman she should have rebelled, but she instead let Azri remove the dress from her body.

Azri noticed something strange when her eyes came face to face with Marleen's beautifully imprinted body behind her swimsuit. He should have gotten used to seeing the scene, right? However, why this time he felt more ... more ....

Cold sweat flooded along his forehead line. He realized that something was wrong with

own body.

"What's wrong?"

The smile that Marleen showed now actually made Azri frown suspiciously.

"Marleen, you...."

"I what?"

Azri shook his head because he was at war with his common sense and the will of his body. His body feels hot.why does he feel like he really wants to touch the body of Marleen who is right in front of his eyes?

Is it possible for Marleen to put aphrodisiac drugs into her drink? That's the answer, stupid! The symptoms experienced are enough to be evidence. Damnit damnit! he's been careless. He never thought Marleen would do such a dirty trick on him.

Using medicine to seduce her was not the way Azri liked it. Instead of being happy, he hates. He did not want to touch anyone in the condition affected by the drug.

"Don't get close.“ Azri forbade the girl from approaching because it would be very dangerous. But Marleen was deliberately approaching him.

"You look so tormented." Marleen said seductively. "No need to lie to me Azri, you never slept with your wife, did you?"

Azri. How does he know? he increasingly put on a vigilant pose. He tries to ignore Marleen's beautiful body despite his eager desire to explore it. Marleen arrived right in front of him, smiling meaningfully as she wrapped her hands around Azri's neck.

"Marleen, get away from me!" Azri tries to push Marleen's body from nearby, but the attempt is wrong because once their skin comes into contact, an unusual electric shock drains her body. Marleen smirked winning.

"You're mine, Azri." He also pulled Azri down onto the bed that happened to be beside them.

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