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“Oh, God,” I moan, my body more alive than ever. There’s no trace of the orgasm I had five seconds ago by the way my pussy aches for release.

Alexius reaches out with his other hand, grabbing my jaw and forcing his finger into my mouth. “You taste that, stray? That’s her and you. Both of your tastes cling to my motherfucking finger. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I moan.

“Isn’t it!” he yells, and I whimper.

“Yes. It’s what I fucking wanted.”

He’s a savage. A beast unleashed. There’s nothing gentle or kind about how he pushes his way inside me, thrusting deep and hard. I cry out as he fills me, the pleasure intense and overwhelming. He fucks me mercilessly, his big body slamming against mine as he pounds me. My legs are unstable, and the only thing keeping me from collapsing is Alexius’ grip on my wrists behind my back.

The couple watches us, their faces betraying their arousal and excitement. I can see the woman’s hand moving between her legs again, like my husband didn’t just make her come, her fingers pleasuring herself as she watches Alexius fuck me.

The sensations are overwhelming, Alexius’s thick cock filling me completely, and soon I’m coming again, my body shaking and trembling as I’m consumed by pleasure. But my cries of ecstasy only make him fuck me harder, deeper, his groans hitching every time he hits me deep. His own orgasm is building; I can feel it in the way his cock swells and thickens inside me.

Alexius growls behind me, and I’m still feeling the aftershock of my climax when his orgasm rips through him, his dick jerking as he fills me with his cum. I clench around him as our bodies tremble. It’s intense. Overwhelming. It’s fucking perfect.

The next thing I know, I’m being pulled up, and we’re both collapsing on the sofa together, his cock slowly going limp inside me until it eventually slips out of me. I’m breathless, sweaty, my thighs sticky with cum, and my heart is racing at what feels like a million beats per second while I try to process what just happened.

I watched my husband pleasure another woman, and it made me come.

We just had sex in front of other people, and I came again, this time around my husband’s cock.

It was wild. Wicked. Sinfully depraved. But Alexius and I…we just fucking unraveled.

ChapterNineteen

LEANDRA

Mira bursts through the front door just as we get out of the car. “You’re back!” Excitement glows on her cheeks, and it seems like she’s floating as she strides toward us, her blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders. “I’m so happy you’re back.” She throws her arms around my neck, squeezing me hard enough to crack bone. “I never knew how much I love having you around until you boarded that damn airplane.”

“I missed you, too.” I smile, hugging her back. She smells like flowers. Familiar. Home.

“How was it? How was your trip?” She leans back to look at me. “Did Alexius spoil you? Did he take you shopping?” Her eyes brighten, and she clasps her hands together. “Tell me he took you to see the Colosseum. If he didn’t, there’s something wrong with him on a spectacularly high level.”

“Mira,” Alexius blurts. “Take a breath before you pass out.”

“Okay, fine. I missed you, too. No need to be jealous,” she teases before hugging him. Her energy is dizzying and infectious. All I can do is smile as she turns to me, taking my hand.

“Come on.” Mira practically drags me inside, her smile illuminating her whole face. “I’ve arranged for us to have lunch so you can tell me everything.”

“Mira,” Alexius groans from behind us. “Leave her be. We just got home after a nine-hour flight. At least let her get settled first.”

Mira snaps her gaze in his direction, staring at him, deadpan. “You know what women do after their friend spends a week in Rome?”

“What?”

“We gossip. We pry. We ask about the sightseeing when all we really want to know is how the sex was. Where it happened. How it happened. And how many times.”

“Who says we had sex?” Alexius shoots her a pointed stare, and Mira freezes, narrowing her eyes.

“You are seriously jet-lagged. Aren’t you?”

Alexius looks over Mira’s shoulder at Nicoli as if silently asking for help.

Nicoli shrugs. “Don’t look at me. I told you before, the women in this house are fucking crazy, yet you insist we feed them.”

“Oh. My. God.” Everyone looks at Mira while she’s gaping at my hand. “He gave you a wedding ring?”

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