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“Did you believe me?”

He moves slowly, rubbing my clit as he does. I nod.

“Good. Do you trust me?”

“I want to.” He pushes all the way and I bite my lip, pain and pleasure colliding, confusing me.

“Then do.” Something on my face must give him the assurance he needs because he smiles. “Good girl.” He cups my head, kisses my cheek. “Like I said, I don’t like punishing you. I prefer watching you come undone. So tell me, are you going to come with my cock in your ass?”

I nod again, greedy for it as my body relaxes to welcome him.

“Ready?”

I lick my lips and nod and he grins, before he starts to fuck me. Really fuck me.

“Are you going to take my come in your tight little ass?” he asks, spanking a cheek.

I nod. “Hard. Do it hard.”

“That’s my good, dirty little wife.” He grins.

I grip the edges of the counter because it’s not going to take me long, not with his fingers on my clit, his hard cock inside me. And his eyes, fuck, his eyes so dark and dirty on me.

The knocking on the door stops and I can imagine whoever is out there with their ear pressed to it listening to us fuck because we’re not quiet, neither of us. I come first and Silas moans with the sensation of my ass pulsating around him. I’ve never felt like this before. Never come the way I do with him. And as he spanks my ass once more, his thrusts grow more urgent. I feel him thicken inside me, his cock impossibly hard, and when he comes, he leans his weight over me and grips me tight, and throbs inside me, our eyes locked, my second orgasm stealing my breath away.

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SILAS

“Oh my god. They totally fucked in there,” a woman whispers to her friend as they watch us walk out, Ophelia tucked close to me, my hand around the back of her neck.

I give them a wide grin as Ophelia’s cheeks burn red.

“Everyone knows,” she says.

“Everyone’s jealous.”

I pick up Ophelia’s coat and slip it over her shoulders before heading to the exit and pushing the glass door open. We step out into the bracing night, and I guide her to the SUV which I double parked.

“The Audi,” she says, taking the keys out of her pocket.

“I’ll have someone pick it up tomorrow. You’ll ride with me.” I open the passenger door and when she winces as she sits, I grin.

She doesn’t miss it and flips me off.

I chuckle, close the door, and walk around to the driver’s side. Once inside, I start the engine and hear Ophelia’s phone ping with an alert. She looks at it.

“It’s Mr. Higgins,” she says and opens a text.

“What is it?”

“It’s a link to a news channel.” She clicks in to read the headline. “Oh my God.” She reads it out to me. “Horatio Hart to be transferred to unknown address as authorities sort through new allegedly irrefutable evidence in his embezzlement case.” She turns to me. “He’s getting out. He’s really getting out.”

“What do they say about the evidence?” I ask as I drive us back to Nigella’s house.

“There’s a recording that implicates Sullivan Fox.” She smiles up at me, her face open and beaming. I smile back. There’s still the arson charge but this is something to celebrate, and I won’t take that from her. Her phone rings, and she answers. “Hi Mr. Higgins. Yes, I saw it. Thank you for sending it. It’s great news.”

I focus on driving, glancing at her and once she’s finished with the call, she turns to me.

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