Page 39 of My Wife

Is that what this is all about? Is that why he picked now? Picked this place?

Pickedme?

He wants a timid heroine? To play out his masked slasher fantasies this halloween?

Fine.

I’ll do anything to get that knife from him before he kills again.

I’ll do anything to keep him from going after Tommy.

Clay’s here for me. I’m his wife, after all. I can’t save Vee. Tyler. Summer. Madison… but I can fucking save Tommy.

I make a big display of folding my hands in front of my chest, plumping up my cleavage. Then, in a breathless voice, I tell him, “Anything you want, baby.”

He closes his eyes, big body shuddering at my easy acquiescence.

Clay doesn’t move other than that. Icouldrun, but he’ll catch me. He still has the knife. I’m not strong enough to overpower him, but if he gives me the chance… there are other ways for me to bring this man to his knees.

Keeping the same ingenue tone, I ask, “What were you doing anyway? All that time you were gone… what were you doing?”

His eyes snap open. “Counting down the minutes until I could be with my wife again.”

The heat in his gaze has me second guessing myself.

I don’t understand any of this. I simply don’tunderstand. Hedied. But he didn’t die. He faked his death somehow, for reasons that I don’t know, and the man I lost five years ago is now amasked murderer?

But he’s still Clay, and I see a hint of my old husband when he dabs his bottom lip with his tongue before putting his knife away. I notice the sheath on his hip before my attention is stolen as he unbuttons his jeans, yanks down his fly, and reveals the hard cock he kept tucked behind his pants.

He braces his boots in the dirt. “On your knees, Cyn.”

I start to walk toward him, but he shakes his head. “No. I said, on your knees.”

I drop down to one, then the other.

“Good girl. You know better than to refuse, don’t you? That’ll make this so much more fun for the both of us.”

Somehow, I don’t think so—and I’m right when, in the next breath, he orders: “Crawl.”

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Ifreeze, meeting the renewed dare in his gaze.

He nods. “Crawl, Cyn. If you want my forgiveness… if you want your husband’s cock… you’ll crawl for it.”

Part of me wants to spit at him and refuse. I don’t think he’ll really kill me, but can I say the same thing about Tommy? For all I know, he’a already dead, but if there’s a chance he isn’t…

I crawl. My back arched, ass sticking out, I still hold my head high as I crawl on my hands and knees through the woods of Halo Island to reach Clay’s thick, hard cock.

He’s fisting it, eyes fixated on every move I make. As I rise up on my knees, staring up through my lashes at him, I see his chest is heaving.

He wants this so bad.

I can use that.

“You’re the only pussy I’ve ever had,” he says roughly. “But you can’t say the same about my cock, can you?”

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