Now I must witness the consequences.

I should leave.

Torture some unsuspecting soul instead of myself.

It would be the smarter choice.

But no one has ever accused me of being smart…

So, instead of leaving the way I entered, I incline my head.

Slash’s eyes widen.

“Strip her off all control. Make it hurt. Make her cry.”

For a moment, I’m unsure if he heard my advice.

It doesn’t matter.

Lily surges forward. She shoves him in the back. Slash twists around to face her. Teeth gritted, my sweet thing unleashes her claws and slaps him across the face. Hard. His head flies to the left, then he freezes. From my position in the shadows, I have a front row view of his indecision. Crunch time looms. Slash’s last chance to be selfish arrives. He’s uncertain if he has it in him. I raise my muzzle, aim it at the centre of his chest. My ex-best friend understands my action for what it is.

A promise to stop him if he becomes a danger to Lily.

He meets my eyes one final time before his entire demeanour flips.

Methodical.

Animalistic.

Savage.

His fingers collar my woman’s throat, then he grips her top to swing her onto the bed. He stalks toward her with bad intentions in his eyes. I hold my breath as I scan Lily’s expression for signs of fear.

There are none.

Lily lifts herself onto her elbows so she can watch him undress.

“See somethin’ you like, wife?”

Lily nods.

While she observes her husband, I witness her reaction to him.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

The pulse in her throat thrums.

Lust drips from her pores.

Seeing Lily like this is an aphrodisiac. My cock hardens. Her cerulean gaze devours her husband’s body, a flush fills her cheeks when he pleasures himself in front of her hungry gaze. It’s a sight that hurts my heart at the same time as my lust ramps up.

Slash looms over Lily.

Covers her slight frame with his body.

“Hold on, baby.”

He rips open her top.