Page 115 of When Night Falls

I know what I'm thinking is absolutely fucking crazy, but there's no controlling the wicked little devil on my shoulder who urges me to act on my instinct and return the favor to my husband of watching him as I break him.

Readying myself against him, I grip his flesh, my nails digging deep enough to break his skin, and I close my mouth over the tip of his cock letting my lips seal around him before pushing him in agonizingly slow. Without warning, when I reach the center, I clamp my teeth into the velvet flesh of his length.

"Fuck!" Rivian falls forward, his hands slamming against the keys behind my head, creating a chaotic clash of mis-keyed sounds to ring through the air alongside his incoherent mumbles of pleasure. “You little brat.”

I immediately taste the metallic liquid spill onto my tongue as I thrust him out and in again, this time in rushed movements. I let the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, sucking as he goes which causes more blood to spill from the bite wound I gave him. I swallow every last drop as he keeps smashing his hands againstthe keys of the piano to brace himself against the torment of pleasure I’m putting him through. After about a minute, I feel his release approach quickly.

"Jesus. Your pretty mouth takes me so well, Cyn." His words stroke a fire within me, loving that I do this to my king. "Open your throat for me, Wife," he implores me as he assists with his thrusts, pushing deeper when my name falls from his lips in an ungodly moan. He looks down at the mess he's making of me, demanding eye contact so I give it to him as he comes hard down my throat.

He leans over, digging his fingers into my hair as he holds me in place.

I hear his heavy, lusty pants reverberate around us, giving me so much satisfaction but unfortunately, it doesn't last long.

He slides out of me and I know blood is dripping out of the corner of my mouth. I start to reject his cum from my mouth, wanting to spit it out somewhere, when a resounding single applause reaches my ears.

"Well fucking done, you two."

Embarrassment and shock voltage through me as I look over and see a female with familiar eyes standing at the open door, clapping sarcastically.

I have to swallow, so I take down his cum before reaching for the sheet.

Rivian pulls up his pants before holding out his hand to help me up off the floor and despite the stubbornness in me that craves to leave him hanging and get myself up, I take it and allow him to help me.

"That was a grade A blowjob, Rivian. You must feel like a lucky man," the girl says. Her voice is snarky and entitled. I already hate her.

I look up at Rivian, seeing rage wash over his expression. I bring my eyes back to the blonde-headed girl in front of me,trying to pinpoint where I recognize her from and then it hits me.

The party with Troy. And then again at the wedding.

"Who are you?" I ask, wondering why Rivian is allowing her to speak to us the way she is.

She completely ignores my question though as she turns back to my husband. "Tell me,Rivi. How did her mouth compare to mine?"

The moment the words fall from her mouth, fury ignites in my core causing chaos to spiral in my head.

Is this what Rivian has been doing all those times he's ignored me? Does he fuck her when he's not with me? Who is this bitch and why isn't he looking at me? Why isn't he defending himself? Why isn’t he telling her to leave?

He keeps his eyes trained on hers, I can see irritation on his face but at what point will he act on that?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you ask me a question,your highness?" The bitch takes a bow and smirks up at me with sarcasm dripping from her tone. "My name is Birdie and I'm Rivian's ex-fiancé."

Vomit.

I feel vomit rise in my throat.

But her words finally cause Rivian to look at me, likely as he sees me on the verge of fainting, or throwing up, or spiraling out of control.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Rivian's demand, finally, echoes in a thunderous roar against the music room walls.

Laughter sifts back at us as the bitch in front of me laughs.

He never told me he had an ex-fiancé.

"I guess I will head along then, but thanks for the show, Rivian." Birdie winks at him before she turns around with so much entitlement that I nearly fucking scream but I try my bestto keep my composure not knowing that I could be capable of murder but in this very moment…

Her heels clack against the sleek floor and I wonder how we didn't hear her come in, but she disappears around the corner and I have to take a few deep breaths to contain my anger.

"Don't listen to her, Cyn," Rivian says as he walks over to a side table in the corner of the room and grabs a cloth off of it.

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