Page 81 of War

Pupils blown wide, she whines. “No, show me how much you want me, Tyler. Set it against your balls and come with me.”

A bolt of electricity arcs through me. This woman wears a demure disguise so well, but she’s fucking filthy.

“That what you need, baby? Need me to make a mess to show you just how much I want you? How I’ve been dreaming of you?”

As I press the vibrator to my already aching balls, I jolt. Knowing there’s no way I can focus on the road like this, I take the next exit. I don’t care where the fuck we are, but in two seconds, she’s going to be riding me, and I refuse to let a single person see my wife as the dirty whore I need her to be. We’ve barely made it into a wooded area when I throw the car into park, unbuckle her seat belt, and drag her over the center console and onto my lap.

“Shit,” she pants. “What are you doing?”

“Fuck me, Vicious. I need you.” While I move the seat back, I take her mouth in a rough kiss and drag her over my cock so she can feel just how fucking gone for her I am.

She bites my lip, and with a mumbledno, she pushes back and rolls her hips in the most intoxicatingly beautiful way. Between the sight of her, the way she slides over my dick, and the vibrator still pressed to my balls, I’m hit with a wave of dizziness. But I refuse to blink. I refuse to look away from her. Instead, I focus on her hips and the way they dance against me like they did less than an hour ago when she was with fucking Benoir.

“Look at you, baby, just as desperate as I am. Did he do that to you? You think he’s got a piercing that will make you scream?”

Eyes closed, she moans, lost in the pleasure.

“He got your name tattooed above his balls? Did he mark himself for you?” I taunt, gripping her hips and rolling her over me. “No, it’syour husband’s cock that keeps you wet. Your husband who branded himself yours. Forever, wifey. That’s what I’m telling everyone. I’m forever yours and you’re forever mine. Now admit it, Vicious. Tell me how much you need me, and I’ll fill you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, let alone dance.”

“Shh, keep taunting me, and I’ll have to figure out a way to shut you up,” she teases, sliding her fingers into my mouth, feeding me the taste of her pleasure.

I’m sucking them clean when she detonates, pulsating on top of me. In this moment, I know I’m done for. Because like a teenage boy, I come in my pants with her taste on my lips and a smile on my face.

THIRTY-ONE

AVA

“I don’t even recognize myself,”I mutter as I pull up the skirt I borrowed from Hannah.

She snorts as I duck and grimace at my reflection in the little mirror she keeps in her office. Shit. My hair is a mess.

“I’ll say.” She presses a finger against my neck and lets out a laugh. “Is that a hickey, or were you bitten by a vampire?”

Huffing, I back away and pick up the mirror so I can inspect the mark Tyler must have left on me while he came. God, this is embarrassing.

“He didn’t tell me we were meetingwiththe attorney this afternoon.”

“Probably because he expected his wife to be wearing clothes when he picked her up from dance class.” She arches a brow. “Not that I’m not loving this side of my sweet Ava.”

“Don’t let my wife fool you. There’s nothing sweet about her.”

We spin in unison and find Tyler standing in the doorway, completely put together, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants as he leans casually on the frame.

“Then why’d you take a bite out of her?” Hannah digs through her purse and pulls out a bottle of concealer, then tosses it to me. “Might be a little dark for you, but it’s the best I can do.”

After I finished riding Tyler like he was my personal carousel, he informed me that we were scheduled to meet with his attorney, so we’d have to stop by the locker room so he could get a change of clothes. The man came in his pants and didn’t even blush about it. Nope, I’m pretty sure he walked into Langfield Corp with a grin on his face.

I, on the other hand, am mortified and oh so thankful that my best friend keeps multiple changes of clothes in her office. According to her, one never knows when they’ll need a wardrobe change for a date or a game. Or to go undercover to fix one of the players’ problems. She’s my idol, and I love her always, but today, I love her the most. Even while she continues to tease me for being such a disaster.

“Give her a minute, War. The girl needs to put herself back together before her panties get wet all over again, and from the way you’re looking at her, that can’t happen while you’re in the room.”

War throws his head back and laughs. Also, it’s too late. All it took was one look at the way his Adam’s apple bobs to make my panties damp. Every inch of him exudes strength and power and sex. It’s a deadly combination, and one that clearly has the ability to fry my brain cells into riding him in his freaking car. Oh, excuse me, my freaking car. The one with theMrs. Warlicense plate, as if I need to be reminded that I’m his personal property.

But god, I don’t even get mad about it anymore. I try to. I tell myself that I’m my own person, that the only person who controls me is me. Then he goes and looks like that, and those mantras go out the window, and I melt at his feet, begging him to pull out that monster cock of his and let me revel in the beauty of it. It’s one seriously beautiful penis. Though it’s probably wasted on me. I can’t possibly appreciate just how perfect it is when I have practically nothing to compare it to.

Not that I’ll allow anyone else to see it. I’ll scratch a girl’s eyes out for merely glancing in his direction.

Who am I, and what the heck has happened to me? It’s like Tyler’s dick has altered my brain chemistry.

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