“What’s his wife’s name, baby?”
“Daphne.”
“Got it, thank you.”
“What are you doing?” he asks, horrified, because he knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Just trying to be a good human and make sure your wife knows she’s married to a dirty little cheat,” Shannen answers him sweetly, her thumbs tapping away on the screen. “What kind of woman would I be if I didn’t give her all the details so she can make an informed decision about whether or not she wants to keep fucking a worm?”
“Don’t. No—no, I’ll do anything.”
“Yeah, see, as petty and a little immature as this might be, the only thing I really want is this,” she says, not even looking at him as she scrolls. “I missed out on ten years with Phoenix, and that’s partly your fault.” She looks at him now, completely done withhim and the time he’s already taken. “And whether you like your wife or not doesn’t give you the right to sneak around, begging men to degrade her picture while you get off with your sad little dick out.”
“No!” he screams just as she tilts the phone in his direction to show him the video of him calling me Daddy, with a hard dick and zero shame.
“Good job, baby,” I murmur, grinning away at Greg. “Now let’s go.”
“What about me?” Greg shouts, his wrists still bound to the bed.
“We’ll let the front desk know there’s a man in here shouting for help on the way out.”
“I’m naked!”
Shannen glances back at him. “You know, that’s a pretty talented little penis you’ve got there, because honestly, you can’t see anything. It’s like it hid from embarrassment.”
“Don’t do this!” he calls as I throw an arm around my wife’s shoulder and guide her to the door.
We don’t respond or look back, and why the hell would we?
The second we hit the hallway, I slam her into the wall, hard enough to make her gasp, pin her there with my body, and crush my mouth to hers. My hand drags up her thigh, and when I find nothing but skin underneath her dress, I groan low into her throat.
“Are you trying to piss me off?”
“A little… Now be good for me and touch me. You earned it after all that.”
I groan as my tongue pushes into her mouth, swallowing that little sound she makes when she melts for me. My hand is already between her thighs, sliding two fingers into her, and fuck—she’salways so ready for me to touch her. I pull my fingers out slowly, watching her eyelids flutter, and suck them clean, then grab her hand and lead her down the hallway toward the stairwell.
“The car’s waiting outside. You think you can make it that far without me fucking you?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Good.” I tighten my grip on her hand, moving faster now, nearly dragging her. “Neither can I.”
We hit the stairwell, and I don’t even make it two steps before I’ve got her pressed against the concrete wall. Her back connects with a thud, and I’m already shoving her dress up around her waist. One leg hooks over my hip as I press into her, trapping her between the cold wall and my body.
“Here?” She laughs, already breathless, her eyes on fire with adrenaline.
“Right fucking here.”
“Someone could?—”
“No one’s going to see shit.” My hand is already between us, tugging at my sweatpants and freeing my cock, my other hand braced against the wall beside her face. “This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn, lining up and dragging the tip along her soaked entrance just to hear the wet sound it makes. “Now give me your mouth.”
I capture her lips, swallowing her gasp as I slam into her in one brutal thrust that tears a moan from both of us.
“Fuck!” Her head knocks back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, her hands clawing at my shoulders and holding on for dear life as I drive into her over and over.
“Look at me,” I demand, grabbing her jaw and guiding those gold eyes that own my entire fucking soul back to me. “Can you be quiet for me, pretty girl, or do I need to cover your mouth?”
