Page 62 of His Wild Seduction

I clutched at my husband’s head. Sharp tendrils of unfettered pleasure began to pulse deep in my core before rocketing up my spine.

“Husband, oh fuck, yes. Husband, I’m coming!” I yelled.

I went completely cross-eyed as Josef hummed with pleasure. His mouth sealed over my rippling sex, the vibrations pushing me even further off the edge into the beautiful oblivion of carnal bliss only he could bring.

And just like that, I gave a little bit more of myself to the only man in the world who had the power to destroy me.

The man who once upon a time sold me and our future for twenty-five thousand dollars.

Tears pricked my eyes as a shameful prayer filled my head.

But I couldn’t stop the litany of words from filling me as he reared up, stroking his cock faster and faster until hot ropes of cum splashed across my tits and belly.

“Fuck, Baby,” he grunted as he fell on top of me, making a mess of both of us.

Please, Josef, please keep me this time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JOSEF

After that day, when I walked in on Meredith with her little sex toy in her hand, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

I started coming home earlier and earlier.

Sometimes meeting her at the elevator door.

I texted her during the day. Kept tabs on her through Mario, and I knew she was doing fine.

No threats.

Good.

That had been my biggest worry.

Women trying to escape abusive or violent situations often found themselves with the unfortunate side effect of having their exes turn into stalkers.

Dangerous stalkers.

I appreciated my wife’s dedication to the residents of St. Elizabeth’s, but I wasn’t about to allow any harm to come to her.

So yeah, I doubled the fucking security in a permanent endowment to the shelter.

“Husband,” she greeted me with a smile, and I saw she had a bag of takeout on the counter.

Dinner would be nice. But I wanted dessert first.

“Wife,” I growled, backing her against the wall and dropping to my knees.

It was amazing how a position of supposed submissiveness made me feel so damn powerful.

But hitching my wife’s thick thighs over my shoulders as I pressed my face into her sopping wet folds made me feel fucking incredible.

“Husband, yes, oh yes,” she cried out.

The taste of Meredith in my mouth was the single best intimacy I’d ever shared with another human being, and it got better all the time.

Every. Single. Time.

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