Page 58 of His Wild Seduction

So many fucking mirrors.

I didn’t know where to look first. Every panel showed my wife from a different angle.

My Little Red. My Meredith. Completely naked. Legs wide. Cheeks pink. Eyes drunk with lust.

Her skin was flushed from the warm water surrounding her inside the sunken tub. Her knees were spread wide. Her eyes half-closed. Lips parted.

It was like a collage of X-rated pictures of my sexy as fuck wife were staring at me from every angle.

But these weren’t photographs. These were living, breathing, moving images.

Each reflection was a vision that would forever be burned into my brain.

Her small hand pressed against her pretty pink pussy, and was she holding something in it?

My gaze zoomed in on that hand.

Yes. There was something in her grip. It was pink. And it was smallish.

I couldn’t make it out.

But I could guess.

Her eyes were still shut, an expression of impending bliss on her face, and the music was loud, so, no, she didn’t hear me.

“Boss—” Mario said, drawing near.

Fury sped through my blood, and I turned around, shoving the man back through the bedroom door, a snarling growl on my lips.

“Get the fuck out and lock the door. Put guards on the ground floor. Two by the elevator and two by the emergency staircase. I want them there twenty-four hours a day from now on. And no one comes in here. Not one fucking person. Not ever,” I said with a finality that brooked no argument.

“Yes, Boss,” Mario replied, eyes wide.

He was just fucking lucky I’d been quick enough to push him back before he saw something he shouldn’t.

Something that would have been his last vision on earth.

Oh, but what a fucking vision.

When I heard the front door close, I went back inside the bedroom, slamming the door this time so my freaky little wife could hear.

She jumped.

I watched the pulse at the base of her neck throb wildly.

Her mouth gaped open, and she bolted upright, sending rivulets of water cascading between her heavy breasts.

“Josef? W-what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? No. What are you doing here, Dirty Girl?” I grunted, pulling off my jacket and kicking off my shoes.

She cleared her throat. Holding her head high like a fucking princess as she stared at me.

“I was trying to take the edge off since you don’t seem interested in the job, Husband.”

She was trying to be a brat, but the breathless quality of her voice told a different story.

My Little Red was still turned on.

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