She had a smile on her face as we left.
“Nice bribe you gave him,” she murmured. “Too bad I matched and exceeded it.”
My cock was roaring like a caged animal now.
“You want to ruin me,” I growled in her ear, running fingers down to where I knew that naughty little tramp stamp was. . . “so do it.”
We exited the office. . .right into an ambush of reporters, all with their microphones in my face and demanding answers.
“Mr. Di Pietro, do you have any comment on the affair? How long has it been going on?”
By all the rules of politics, I should have said “no comment” and kept it moving.
But I couldn’t.
“It’s all over now. It never meant anything to me in the first place.”
“Mrs. Di Pietro, do you plan to forgive your husband? Do you plan to stand by him during the scandal? There’s talk in the Legislature of impeachment.”
And Paloma looked coolly at me, waiting until all the cameras were on her, all the microphones waiting for herstatement, her big blue eyes, long lashes, and cherubic pink cheeks looking angelic in the bright lights.
“No,” she said.
It was like a parody of all those cheating politician’s news conferences. Their poor unfortunate wives would come out, looking miserable and grim, but vowing to stand with their man.
And the furor would slowly die down and the public move on to the next scandal, while the politician would make it through, most of the time.
Meanwhile the wives stayed, resentful and bitter.That wasn’t going to be us.
There was only one move I had, and I made it without hesitation.
I was ruthless, I was cold, and there was nothing I wouldn’t throw aside to get a second chance with my wife.
“As of today I am resigning from my position as Governor,” I said, as the cameras clicked furiously, and gasps of shock reverberated around the hallway. “This is to give me time to repair my relationship with my wife. She’s the most important thing in the world to me.”
Her blue eyes narrowed in irritation, and blood pumped into my every extremity, the cock cage stabbing my swollen dick in a thousand places.
“I told you toruin meand I meant it,” I growled in her ear as I pulled her away. “Take me. Use me.”
Her neck looked so delectable, elegant and soft, right in front of me, and I kissed her passionately, moaning at the taste of her flesh.
“Watch what you wish for, Silas,” she said coldly. “You may regret that.”
CHAPTER 7
Silas
Music at the sex club was loud, the beat pulsing through my skull as my wife wound her way confidently through the crowd.
After I had shown my ID to prove that I was over 21, someone asked me what my skill level was, to put on my badge.
“Beginner,” I had to say, swallowing hard in embarrassment.
I couldn't believe I had ever fancied myself a sex god or a Dom or both. Everything I saw shocked me. Spider play? Group orgies? A man in an executioner’s mask giving a woman dressed in a Regency ballgown a golden shower?
In reality I didn’t know shit beyond my wife.
And the way everyone here greeted her was extremely humbling. With a mask on, no one knew who I was. No one gave a fuck.
