Page 66 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“What?”

“On your stomach, baby.” I gave the soft skin of her ass a gentle squeeze and she swallowed, doing as I told her when I pulled out of her.

I lifted her hips, not before admiring her curves, the way her back dipped so seductively. Leaning over, I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, gripping her chin and turning her face around to kiss her while I pushed into her.

Her hands squeezed the pillows beside her and she moaned, the sound muffled by my mouth. I knew this felt different for her.

“Be quiet,” I said and she nodded, biting her lip.

Her warmth enveloped me, gripping on to me like a vise. I made sure the thrusts were painfully slow, that she felt every inch of me inside of her. That she felt the intensity of our connection. She shuddered beneath, her back arching as she neared her orgasm.

She breathed in short little pants and began meeting my thrusts eagerly, pushing back against me as the headboard began banging against the wall. I pulled her hair back, tugging gently and kissing her once again.

I wanted her with me, only with me.

Perhaps I'd made selfish decisions before, but now, everything that I wanted to do was for her.

“Only I can touch you like this,” I commanded, bringing a hand between her thighs, searching out her swollen clit. She bucked in my hands, whimpering, her eyes pleading for the release I kept depriving her of. “And only I can be inside you like this,” I said, punctuating what I meant by grinding against her, hitting the spot I knew would make her scream with pleasure.

“Say it,” I demanded, pounding into her roughly now, nipping at her shoulder, my fingers digging into her hips.

“I'm…yours,” she whimpered breathlessly, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh fuck.” She cried out then, throwing her head back as her walls tightened around me. I quieted down her moans, kissing her, ravishing her with my tongue and not being able to hold back, I let go inside of her with a grunt, thrusting into her erratically.

Our passionate kiss slowed down, our labored breathing the only noise that filled the quiet room.

Evie kept her eyes closed as I peppered kisses on her glistening back, her body relaxing with the gentle caress.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to regain her breath. “I can't believe that just happened.”

I smirked, lying down next to her and pulling her into my arms. Her swollen lips parted, a small smile playing on her features. She sighed, content and satisfied while I placed a kiss at the top of her head.

Her sister, my wife, was just around the corner and here I was, in bed with another woman. My marriage had been over a long time ago, and maybe I should have gone about things differently, but having Evelyn with me was all that mattered. My fingers traced her back absentmindedly as she started to fall asleep.

“I'm meeting with the lawyer tomorrow,” I said, taking in the scent of her hair. She was intoxicating.

“What?” she breathed, looking back at me.

I leaned down, pressing a small kiss on her lips. “I should have done it a long time ago,” I said. “But I contacted Jenna's mom today. She said her husband would be more than willing to help out with the divorce.”

“Jenna's family has always been so lovely,” Evelyn said, closing her eyes. I didn't miss the longing in her voice. She used to spend a lot of time at her house when she was younger and now I realized it was because they put a lot of priority on family. She'd always longed for that.

Though my mother wasn't fond of the idea of her son cheating on the woman that was still legally my wife, she couldn't help but notice the differences between Hannah and Evelyn. She liked her, that much I knew. In the time she'd spent with Evelyn, my mom had gotten to know her more than her own parents and I was thankful for that. No one would replace her grandmother, but someone could take up that role that her mom had neglected.

You're more of a match with Evelyn than you ever were with Hannah.

Maybe I had been meant to be with Evelyn the whole time. Maybe no matter what we would have ended up like this anyway. I pressed a kiss on her forehead, feeling how she relaxed further in my arms, her face nuzzling my neck.

She was still so sad over Nana's death, I could see it in the way she behaved, that spark that she typically had was dimmed.

“I like being with you,” she said softly, running her fingers down my chest.

“I do too, Evie.”

Her breathing soon evened out with her sleep. She's beautiful, she's everything and yet I knew that when the time came, heads would roll. It would hurt her because try as she might, she cared about her family, about her parents. That's what made her different. She loved and she loved with all her heart.

I meant what I had said. I'd be filing for a divorce. I would no longer be held a prisoner in a loveless marriage. Not when I had gotten a glimpse at what true happiness was.

But I knew that freedom wouldn't come without a price.

I knew divorcing Hannah Carson would mean war.

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