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“One that my staff ensures is clean enough to eat off.” I dragged a hand up and down my throbbing shaft. “Don’t fight me on this, wife.”

She looked back at me, hesitating. When she took a tentative step toward me, I reached out and crushed her to me with a growl. She tried to wrench free of my grip, and failed. “My gown—“

“Can stay on,” I said hoarsely. “Push your panties aside.”

She blinked, her face flushing as she looked down at me and searched my eyes. “You’re high.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied my pupils. No doubt they now took up most of my eyes. “I don’t like it when—“

I jerked her onto my lap and her breath exploded from her lungs as she straddled my lap, her gown a swathe of virginal fabric concealing my erection. I reached under her dress and pushed her panties aside myself, running my knuckles along the seam of her pussy before kneading her clit with a practiced touch. She jerked, then thrashed against my hand with an involuntary shudder.

“That’s it,” I crooned. “Let me take you to heaven, angel.”

She nodded and scorching heat immediately radiated through me in a blast of savage triumph. I clasped the base of my dick and she lowered herself onto me slowly, her hot pussy kissing the head of my shaft.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

She dropped down a little more, taking maybe an inch more. That she was soaking wet already made me groan. She really was a perfect wife. My chest tightening, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down even as I thrust my hips up.

She cried out but I was too far gone and too damn selfish to stop now. Clasping her hips, I helped bounce her up and down as I counter-drove in and out of her. My shaft was soon covered in her juices, and my balls tightened and lifted at the heavenly sensation.

I growled. I needed her to come first. I slumped back and brought her with me, pulling her almost horizontal above me before I hauled her back and forth so that her clit scraped along my vein-riddled shaft. The friction burned her plump bundle of nerves, and she tensed then whimpered, crying out with her muscles clamping around me as she shattered hard.

I allowed my head to fall back as I closed my eyes and roared with ecstasy, my seed erupting inside her in great long spurts that had me seeing shooting stars of all colors behind my eyelids

Holy. Mother. Fucker. Sex with Sabrina was becoming my new addiction. No other drug came close to the rapture she gave me. Not even the nose candy I randomly enjoyed.

She panted, her beautifully styled hair messed up thanks to my feral needs. Guilt speared through me like a toxin, and I wondered if perhaps my dad had been right all along and I was becoming too obsessed…too distracted.

My hands fisted by my sides. My wife clearly needed to be shown that I was in charge and that she couldn’t even remotely control me. But it was only once she’d straightened, her pussy still impaled on my dick and her thighs still wrapped around my hips, that I spoke.

“I want you to mingle with our guests with my seed coating the crotch of your panties and sticking to your inner thighs.” I reached under her dress, my possessive grip no doubt bruising her ass as I added hoarsely, “I want you smelling of sex.”

She pulled farther back from me. “What about what I want?”

I smiled, though something inside me twisted just a little. “What about it?”

It was vitally important that she realized she had very good reason to fear me, and to never trust me. Not ever.

Chapter Seventeen

Sabrina

I’m not sure how I managed to keep my face serene and my eyes dry as I smiled at the well-wishers who glanced at me and Ethan as we stepped out of the bathroom together. Except…though I probably should be ashamed and humiliated by what had gone on in the bathroom, a sick kind of satisfaction burned through me.

Ethan’s sexual appetite turned me on more than I could admit even to myself. Even his rough handling had flicked a switch on inside me. I didn’t doubt for a second my tough upbringing along with a twisted hereditary disposition had influenced my sexual vice.

That the partygoers would correctly guess what had occurred between us was a secondary concern. I was no longer without a voice. I could do what I damn well pleased with my husband in our own home.

Ethan was following me across the dancefloor that was crowded with people when he reached for me and pulled me back against him, my spine to his front. He swayed to the music and I followed his lead even as he bent and kissed my throat, then murmured in my ear, “I’m tempted to fuck you again, right here, right now, with everyone looking on.”

I tensed, though liquid heat rushed to my core at his words and his stiffening arousal that pushed against me. Then I tilted my head back and glared up at him. “I’m not one of your whores.”

His mouth curled up at one corner, his white scar stark contrast to his dark eyes and hair. “No, you’ll never be that.” He twisted me around and pulled me against him. “You’ll always be my angel.”

“Really?”

He frowned, his eyes glittering. “You doubt me?”

I nodded. “Last I heard you didn’t care about what I wanted. That’s not how anyone should treat an angel.”

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