Page 23 of The Divorce

“It’s driven me crazy not to have you at home with me. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop worrying,” I murmured.

“I noticed, Seth, and I know what you’ve been up to,” she said with a smile. “Our parents turning up, discovering that my phone had malware on it and you aren’t very good at stalking.”

My heart dropped to my stomach from the fear that I’d fucked up all the progress we’d made. I wondered if she knew about the camera.

“It all made sense how you always knew where to be or what buttons to push. Watching you dance on the edge of madness was interesting. How did you know about Grant?” she asked as she reached for my waistband.

“You're not angry?” I asked, utterly confused, as she unbuttoned my jeans.

“I watched my careful, logical, law-abiding husband halt his life to try and win me back,” she said before she unzipped my jeans.

Her hand slid into my underwear and rubbed my dick. When her fingers reached my balls, I groaned and reached for her leggings.

“How did you know that Grant was in my room?” she asked again.

“I have a camera in your room,” I groaned, wondering how she always had me by the balls.

I winced when her grip tightened around my balls. “Kat, we need those if you want children,” I said, staring into her eyes.

“Let’s make a sex tape and go home, Seth,” she said softly, but her grip loosened enough for my children to be safe from a hostage situation. “I’ve written up some terms that you can go through later.”

“Why would you tempt me to read a written contract right now?” I groaned.

“Because I have my own ways to torture you,” she said with a smile.

I carefully extracted her hand from my balls. She had a few surprises waiting for her at home.

“Do you swear to me that you will come home for good?” I asked hesitantly because it was a sudden decision on her part.

I knew we had an amazing night at The Kensington, but I never wanted to go through this situation again. I needed her back on a permanent basis.

Wait. Did she say make a sex tape?

Chapter 17

Katya

Once, the embarrassment of knowing he watched me use the vibrator so often faded. I realised my husband would never expose me. I still trusted him. He never once vented his frustrations on me, but he did remind me of why I fell in love with him.

“Yes, I’m coming home for good,” I said, putting him out of his misery.

He whooped and thrust his fist in the air before he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. Before I knew it, he had whipped my leggings and knickers off.

“Everything will be different, Kat. I swear,” he said as he stripped out of his clothes.

I reached behind me to remove my bra.

“No, leave it on,” he said.

He was fascinated by my quarter-cup bra. I had no idea how much of a breast fetish he had until our night in Kensington. The funny thing is that I paid back all the money he gave me into our joint account. Although, I did consider quitting my job to become an escort for my husband. He tipped me and my broken vagina to round the payment up to £20,000.

Seth was on the bed, and he spread my legs open.

“I missed you,” he told my pussy. “I love you so much.”

“Babe, don't expect a reply, or we will be here all day,” I said, shaking my head.

“Hush,” he said to me before he lifted my hips to his face. “You smell so fucking good, and I’m starving,” he growled.

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