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Her head falls back on a moan.

She likes that… the us part.

“You want us both, baby? At the same time? How many of your tight holes can we use at once? All of them?”

Her hips lift off the beanbag, and I hear Widor; his precision of harmony, the emotive flow and ebb of sounds synchronising.

Beautiful.

So turned on, I beat myself off with an unrelenting fist, squeezing the tip and drawing down, fisting the root and choking upward as she reaches her mezzo-soprano register.

She’s close.

“Such a good girl.” I can barely breathe. “So hot and wet. Sweating for me. Panting. Pretty. Fucking yourself for me. Such a dirty little—”

“Whore,” Donnie’s voice severs the moment like a smashing symbol.

Martha.

Fuck!

CHAPTER 13

VALLIE

I have no idea what prevents my heart from tearing through my chest cavity as Donnie drags me from the living room under a potent wave of possessiveness.

“Get your hands off me!”

“Donnie!” Tyler barks, his voice close behind us.

Shoving me ahead, I can barely keep my footing until I’m inside my room, and Donnie is dragging my chest of drawers to barricade us in.

A fist beats on the door. “Dammit, Donnie! If you fucking hurt her!”

“You’ll what, Ty? What the fuck will you do?”

Donnie shoves me backwards to the bed, as if to prove his point.

I bounce a few times before scooting away on my backside, my heart thumping to break free.

He switches off the light.

My vision fades to nothing.

Oh God.

Frantic, I search the space as my eyes adjust.

Upon me in seconds, Donnie has his knees on either side of my hips and both hands gripping my breasts.

He kneads the large mounds in a claiming way that feels wrong and domineering—my pussy clenches.

But… What the fuck? The scent of perfume and cigarettes stir together in the air, my nostrils burning from the aroma of his deceit and hypocrisy.

He’s been with another woman!

While holding me hostage?

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