Page 110 of Vengeful Lies

Pulling from her mouth, my cock stands tall, and I bend down to help her to her feet. Then I spin her so her back is to me and hike up the dress. That’s when I realize she’s not wearing any panties.

“Fuck me,” I say on a moan.

“I’m wet for you, Mr. Monti.”

“Fuck yes, you are.” I slip my finger between her folds, and she moans. “Fuck, you were built so perfectly for me, Mrs. Monti.” My finger, now wet with her arousal, I plunge it inside her.

Another knock comes at the door.

“Fuck. Off!” This time, it comes from her, and I can’t help but be proud.

Her breath hitches as she watches us in the mirror. I slide a knife out of my suit jacket. It’s not just any knife; it’s the one she assaulted me with when we first met. I’ve carried it around ever since that night.

“I want you to carve your initials, Mrs. Monti. The bloodier, the better.” My cock twitches at the anticipated pain.

She smiles as she nuzzles her pussy against my cock. “But first, you’ll service me, husband, and wait your turn.”

My lips stretch in a wild grin as I grab the back of her hair. Fuck being polite; it never suited either of us anyway.

“I’m going to break you,” I promise her, and she laughs.

“Such vengeful lies. Give it your best shot.”

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