Page 111 of Forgotten Deeds

“Like the sound of that,” he says in a husky tone, unlocking my left cuff, then my right. “Where do you want me?”

“Sit over here on the couch.” I smile brightly when he takes a seat. “Do you have any music?”

He pulls out his phone. Scrolling, he hits play on a club song. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” I tell him.

Darius’ muffled cries have become louder, and I desperately want to comfort him, but I don’t dare make eye contact.

Swaying my hips side to side, I promised my husband a dance, but this isn’t what either of us had in mind.

* * *

Darius

Have I blacked out? Is a hallucination?

Lily smiles at Ethan as she moves her hips sensually, running her hands through her blonde waves. She turns around shakes her ass for a few beats before bending her upper half over, her dress now hiked up to where there’s a peek of her ass in a thong.

Mamá warned me Lily was going to be the death of me. She wasn’t wrong—because watching my wife dance for another man is killing me.

Or maybe I’m already dead?

She raises her arms and turns around, lifting the hem of her dress and tossing it on the floor.

“Fuck, yes,” Ethan says, rubbing his dick through his shorts at the sight of Lily in her sexy black bra and thong. “Come here and dance on my lap,” he says, motioning her over with the crook of his finger.

“My pleasure,” Lily purrs.

That settles it. I’m dead, and this is hell.

* * *

Lily

I shake my hips over to Ethan. Turning around and bouncing my ass for him, I lift one leg, then the other, straddling him. He places both hands on my ass cheeks and massages them, making disgusting grunting sounds. “Damn, baby. You are so sexy. Bounce that ass on my lap.”

“Like this” I say, grinding my ass on his erection, and he groans.

Ethan’s distracted, and now’s my chance. Running my hands over my tits, I reach into my bra cups and pull out the broken shards of Iris’ lucky charm I stashed there just moments ago when I was dancing with my back to him. Wrapping my right hand around a jagged piece, I bring it down with all my might to Ethan’s right inner thigh.

“Fuck!” he screams.

It’s my turn to grunt as I push the glass chard deeper and twist—blood squirting violently from his thigh.

“You cunt!” He knocks my hand away, trying to pull out the glass imbedded deep in his thigh.

I bring the other half of the charm down—stabbing the vein of his left inner thigh.

He screams, shoving me off his lap into the floor, but not before I grab the gun holstered on his hip. Raising to my knees, I point it at him.

“Lily, no!” Ethan lunges for me.

I don’t hesitate, pulling the trigger. The kickback nearly knocks me over, but I keep firing until there’s nothing but empty clicks.

Chapter Forty-Six

Darius

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