for misinterpretation.
“I’ll help you out of the bath, as I’m sure you won’t be able to walk with the drugs you’re on. If I were an asshole, I’d drag you out of here and let you crawl to bed. Remember that.”
When I don’t respond, he tugs my hair again, his eyes meeting mine with a warning behind them. “Say thank you when your husband does something nice.”
My entire body trembles, but I find my voice within the terror. “Thank you.”
He grins, his hand releasing my hair as he sits straight, green gaze holding mine.
“You’re welcome. Pull the plug so the water drains, and I’ll carry you out.”
Hand shaking, I do as he says, the water quickly circling the drain, my exposed skin left cold, both from the lack of hot water and the chill of what Grant just did.
But as quickly as he threatened me, he reverts back to the man I know, his touch gentle as he helps me sit up, his arms hooking around my back and beneath my legs to lift me from the tub.
I’m dizzy, my muscles so loose I’m afraid I might fall. But he cradles me to his chest, carring me as my head falls against his shoulder.
Setting me on the side of our bed, he keeps an arm around my back to hold me up, his other hand grasping my chin to tilt my face to his. He kisses me, and I feel bile crawl up my throat, but I fake it anyway, pretend to want this.
Only because I’m too afraid to find out what happens if I say no.
Tears sting my eyes as his tongue dips inside my mouth, the taste of cigars and alcohol flooding me. I want to shove him away, but I wrap my arms over his shoulders, play my fingers in his hair.
His shoulders relax. He’s accepted he won.
An insidious whisper echoes in my head.
Maybe I deserved it.
I’m the one who cheated.
I was the first person to break our vows.
His mouth pulls away from mine, and his green eyes pin me in place.
“Lay back and spread your legs. Touch yourself while I undress.”
My lower lip trembles, but I do as he says, my legs like jelly, my movements uncoordinated.
As I push a finger down between my legs, his eyes lock on the movement, his hands working to strip off his shirt, unbuckle his pants.
He pulls his cock free and watches me while pumping it.
I can’t look.
Not after what he did to me.
Not after what I did to him.
Grant doesn’t care to hold my eyes, not like Ari. The connection isn’t what matters to my husband.
Just the sex.
Just getting what he wants.
He steps toward me, and my muscles lock as much as they can. My head swimming. A scream tearing through my mind with so much truth that I don’t want to accept I’ve been thinking it all along.
I don’t want this...
I don’t want him.
All I know is that this next step toward his control of me is one too far.
I have to get away.
Have to protect myself.
And as his body lays over mine and he thrusts inside me with one hard shove, I clench my eyes shut and accept the undeniable truth.
I don’t love my husband.
And my husband has never loved me.
Ari
Adeline is beautiful when she fucks. Absolutely breathtaking. A fucking angel that opens up and reveals what lingers beneath her skin.
The monster I’ve always known. The girl who welcomes freedom. The dancer who can move her body in ways that call to the aggression in a man...that can call to the monster in me.
It was reckless to take her like I did. In that hall. Where anybody could find us. Where her husband was only a room away, his friends and colleagues surrounding us.
But I couldn’t help myself. I’d lost control. I’d risked her in ways I probably shouldn’t have.
It only made me crave her more. Made the obsession worse. Made the killer inside me want to put a gun to the head of the man slowly pumping his cock while watching her touch a body that belongs to me.
I’m not sure what I’d expected when I left the event with her panties in one pocket and a used condom in the other.
That she would leave her husband?
That she would realize she was mine?
Maybe nothing that drastic, not after just one time, but I certainly wasn’t expecting this.
Adeline fucking her husband.
Hours after I was inside her.
The annoying son of a bitch practically rutting like a sweating pig