The more I imagine them together, the harder I fuck I her.
She doesn’t say a word. She just takes, like she’s repenting for her sins.
The foyer fills with the erotic sounds of slapping flesh. My grunts, and her whimpered moans.
When I’m close, I murmur in her ear, “Does he fuck you like this?”
“Wh-what?”
“Do you moan his name?”
Ravenna tries to break my hold on her, but I have her pinned between my body and the wall. “What are you talking about? Have you gone insane?”
Maybe. Quite possibly.
“Devlin,” I spit out his name. “How many times have you fucked him?”
“I’m not doing this. Get off of me!”
Pulling her into me, my cock buried deep, I cum in her pussy. As soon as I’m finished, I push away, giving us both some space.
She rounds on me with fury heating her grey eyes. Her slap lands across my face. It stings. “If you ever treat me like that again, we’re through. I’m not fucking Devlin, or anyone else. I’m not cheating on you. But, obviously, you don’t believe me. And you know what? I don’t care. You need to get your shit togetherand straighten yourself out. Don’t fucking touch me again until you do.”
With that, she storms up the stairs.
Guilt immediately slams into my gut.Fuck, what have I done?
As suddenly as the feeling came on, it recedes. She’s blatantly lying to me. I have evidence right here that this Devlin guy’s into her. If she’s not fucking him now, it’s only a matter of time before she does.
Isn’t it?
Or am I fucking delusional? Am I making a mess of everything?
I want to trust my wife. I do. But I can’t.
I want her to be happy. But even if I can’t give her what she wants, I also can’t let her go so she can find it elsewhere. She’smine.
I’ve never claimed to be a good man. I’ll fucking lock her up if necessary.
I’m almost at the end of my rope.
In an attempt to give her the benefit of the doubt. Just this once. I consider that maybe Ravenna isn’t the problem. She could be faithful to me, like she insists, while Devlin tempts her to betray me.
I snarl. My fist collides with the wall, which cracks. I don’t give a fuck who he is, he’s a dead man.
CHAPTER 44
Ravenna
“Roman and I are doing great, thanks for asking.” Sophia sips her drink. We’re seated in a quiet little coffee shop in an upscale neighborhood. It’s that sweet spot in the afternoon when the morning customers have already come and gone, but those in need of an after lunch caffeine hit haven’t come by yet.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be a Junior in college after this summer. Where has the time gone?” I muse.
“I know. It’s kind of crazy.”
Luckily, making small talk with my cousin doesn’t require much effort. On the outside, I’m serene enough, but inside I’m awash with havoc.
Cian’s been a ruthless beast all weekend. I doubled down to get my point across to him and have been sleeping in one of our guest rooms. What he did to me in the foyer is unforgivable behavior. I’ve been understanding and tolerant, but he’s way out of bounds if he thinks he can warp our sex life into something dark and twisted.
