Page 60 of His Wild Seduction

And there was no one else on the entire planet more suited for me than her. She’d seen her share of ugliness in this world.

She’d learned all about life when she’d made it on her own in Europe, and then again, when she returned home.

Everything I learned about what she’d been doing over the past fifteen years had been on paper. And everything I read only reassured me this was right.

We were right. Together was exactly what we were supposed to be.

I’d made the right choice in marrying her. But I was a greedy bastard. I wanted more.

I wanted her body, her heart, her soul, and her secrets. All of them.

And I wanted her to give them to me. Freely.

Even if I had to seduce her to get them.

There was only one thing that really mattered in any of this. One fact no one could refute.

Meredith was always meant to be mine. Just like I was meant to be hers.

It was time I fucking showed her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MEREDITH

When Josef slammed the door, alerting me to his presence just as Walter was getting to the goods, I almost died from a heart attack.

“Yeah, Baby. We’re going to fuck. Now, tell me what you want. Tell me you want this dick.”

I suppose I should tell him. What else did I have to lose?

“I want it, Husband. I want your dick inside me,” I said.

After a beat, I stood up in the tub.

“Come here,” he growled, and my body obeyed.

My feet moved of their own accord, my entire being complied with his demands. I didn’t even realize I still held Walter, my bright pink suction vibrator, until Josef took it from me.

He hummed deep in his throat, his gaze traveling down my dripping body.

“On the bed, Wife. Legs open.”

I scrambled onto the bed and gasped as the cool blanket touched my warm, damp skin.

My breathing was wild and unsteady as I flipped onto my back and watched Josef approach.

He was so fucking beautiful.

My mouth watered. My heart pounded. My pussy clenched.

He was built and inked like some hero warrior from one of those dystopian romances I couldn’t stop reading. Scars dotted his torso. Old wounds from battles I knew nothing about.

But I wanted to. I wanted to know how he got them. I wanted to know what they felt like beneath my fingers, and how they tasted on my tongue.

I wanted everything from Josef.

“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, Little Red?” he grunted, his gaze locked on my pussy.

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