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“You’re not innocent; you’re fuckingdepraved.The first time we fucked, I choked you while you creamed on my dick. And now, I’m practically head deep inside of your pussy, and all you want is for me to choke you again.” A demeaning laugh rips through me, but god, it turns me on too. She’s such a hot little bitch, and she’s all mine. “My wife is just a nasty little fuck slut, isn’t she?”

She moans and cries, and fuck, if it wasn’t for the fact that she tastes so good, I’d be face-fucking her right now.

“Beg me,” I demand.

“Please,” she whines, but her voice is low. “I want you. Please?—”

“That’s not good enough, slut.”

I lean down again, slowly lickingaroundher swollen clit, teasing her until she howls. Her fingers twist in my shaggy hair.She’s loud but incomprehensible, like she’s too strung out on sex to say actual words. Her hips gyrate, her sloppy pussy drenching me. I relax the tension on the rope even more, and she groans.

“Please,” she whines. “Choke me while you tongue-fuck me. Please?—”

The words come out before I can stop them: “And who am I to you?”

“My husband.”

As soon as the answer leaves her mouth, I suction my lips to her clit, swirling around, and I pull the corded leash taut around her neck. I don’t know why hearing her say “my husband” does things to me, but I can’t stop my hunger. I pull the rope so hard she curls up toward me, gripping my head like she’ll pull it off of my body. She comes, and it pushes me over the edge too. I pump my dick hard as she closes her thighs around my neck, and I lick and lick and lick, and I come all over my pants, drenching them. She falls apart at the seams, her come leaking everywhere again, and I lick her up. Every last drop.

Now I’m cleaning up after her.

Electricity buzzes through me. I don’t know why I asked that—why I needed to hear her say I’m her husband—but it changes everything. It’s almost like we’re family now.

Legally, we are family, but we’re not when it comes to loyalty. Not yet,but soon.This game was proof of that progress.

I sit myself up, looking down at my disheveled wife. Red, sweaty skin. Come-drenched clothes. Bruises around her neck. Glossy blue eyes. It’s glorious. I gave into desire, but I still got what I wanted out of her. I still won.

And technically, she won too.

“Now, was that so hard?” I tease. “You got a question for me?”

She smiles, and if she wasn’t exhausted, I’m sure she’d have a smart question, but right now, I doubt she hears me. She triesto sit up, but I motion for her to lie down. I run out of the room and grab a pillow for her head and some water bottles out of the fridge. She’s got to be dehydrated with how much she came.

She gulps the water down, and I think over her words:For my family.

Her answer is everything and nothing at the same time. She admitted to lying, but at least I have confirmation now.

Still, I’m in awe. She went through all of that, and she’s still here, letting me take care of her. She finishes off the first water bottle, and I hand her a second.

In a way, I admire her answer. It’s loyalty. I’m not the best son, but I do whatever Tomo says. Vi must do the same for her uncle.

So why did her uncle tell her to lie to me?

I can ask, but when I see her, completely exhausted and satiated, with damp red hair and a bruised neck, I want to scoop her up and take her to bed.

But she’s no good to me if she’s passed out. I need her replenished before we do something like this again.

“Let’s get you to sleep,” I say.

She lets out a sigh and leans against me. My muscles go rigid.

She’s starting to feel comfortable around me. To trust me.

Honestly, I like her even more now,nowthat I know she was never a virgin. Vi knows what she wants.

And she wants me.

CHAPTER 23

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