Deep down, I hope she doesn’t fully hear me because I don’t want her to know I’m looking for her every day by the stables. On the meadows. Everywhere.
She shakes her head, her pussy pulsing around me. “I can’t. It hurts too much because I know…” she moans when I pull out a little, then push back inside. “I know you don’t care…”
“Mmm. But shouldn’t you be happy without me? It’s what you’ve always wanted. I’m giving you that freedom… so why won’t you be a good girl and take it?”
Her eyes fly open, looking up at me, all drowsy and submissive.
“Tell me what to do, Wolf, and I’ll do it. Everything… except that. Don’t ask me to forget you when you’re the only thing on my goddamn mind.”
I listen but don’t react, because her words hurt more than what she did. It would’ve been easier if she didn’t want me. At least then, I could’ve told myself I wasn’t enough. But she’s telling me she’s mine, and that twists the knife deeper into my scars. The ones she made when she threw me to the wolves in this house.
But none of that matters now. Not when she’s all whimpering with my fingers up her sweet cunt.
“Then why don’t you turn around, love, so I can stuff that pretty pussy with my cock… and make the aching stop?”
VICTORIA
I do what he says and it’s second nature. Like I never stopped. He hooks his fingers under the edge of my panties, pulling them down to my thighs. I pull them lower until they’re pooling at my feet—or somewhere on the floor. I don’t give a damn.
Behind me, I can feel my husband taking out his cock from beneath his boxer briefs. Then he’s pushing against my entrance—his head smooth and sleek with pre-cum. I arch into it, moaning deep and raw. I press a hand to my mouth, and I hear him chuckle.
“Nah. Let them hear what I do to you, love. Let them know I got what they’ll never have.”
Love. He says it like it’s true, like I am the love of his life.
But people say all sorts of things when they’re lusting. And I know how much I’ll hurt again later, when this is all over and he remembers what I’ve done. But for now, I'll take it. I’ll let him call me love, chasing his affection like I was born with no other purpose than to make him mine.
His strong arms wrap around me, offering me the safe space I never thought I’d get back. A hand cups my breast, squeezing mynipple as he guides his cock farther inside my pussy with ease. I’m wet and pulsing, ready to take him everywhere.
A thrust so hard and sudden makes us both groan. My back rubs against his hard abdomen and chest as I bring my hand between my legs to seek all the friction. I feel alive again. For the first time in God knows how long, my heart beats stronger, like it was never broken in the first place.
He fucks my pussy, and I cry out his name. My wetness spreads in all the places it can get—down to my ass, on my inner thighs, and on his pelvis. I’m entranced by the sounds we make when he’s claiming me—raw, and dirty, and primal. The kind of thing no sane person would give away.
Yet I did. I betrayed him.
“Don’t cry, love,” he speaks into my ear, goosebumps erupting on my hands and back, feeling the reverberation of his voice on my skin. “You know I’ll always be here.”
I fight to believe him as he pushes two inked fingers past my lips. Closing my eyes, I moan around them, giving him my pussy. I take and take, and take, and he gives. Moments later, I tense up against him, legs twitching with pleasure as I secretly wish for this orgasm to wash away my sins. His cock throbs inside me, pulsing with his cum until I feel it hitting the deepest parts of me.
Then we’re both breathing with each other, coming down, not wanting to remember where we left things. His fingers leave my mouth, and he buries a kiss into the crook of my neck.
“Don’t pull out,” I tell him, terrified of being the only one trapped in this trance. “Stay inside me a little longer. Please?”
I hold my breath in anticipation, my body tingling with the sensation of him still filling me. And to my surprise, he responds by squeezing me tighter to his chest. Turns out… I’m not the only one not ready to leave.
33
WOLFGANG
My wife is curled up on the sofa we shared last night, sleeping peacefully. The early morning light warms her face, casting light shadows under her lashes and lower lip. Her body rises and lowers with quiet breaths under the blanket I covered her with. Right there, where I fucked her, and she let me.
I fell asleep with my cock inside her after she asked me so sweetly. How could I ever refuse her? I never will, no matter how much it hurts me.
But as I sit here, a drink in my hand that I shouldn’t be drinking, all the mess in my head starts tangling again. And I remember all we’ve lost… all that I’m not sure we can ever be again.
I almost died last night because of my stupidity. I went off the rails. The thought of not having her by my side almost killed me.And when I came back in that state, she was the only one who truly cared about it without a motive. She just did.
I want to believe we could rebuild from here, but fuck… she betrayed me. And she could’ve told anyone else… but not that wench living under this roof. Not Ekaterina.
