My hand finds my stomach in the darkness. Our son is in there, growing. Another piece that will eventually be moved around this board.
But maybe, if I learn fast enough, I can teach him something different.
I can teach him that power isn't just about force. It's about strategy. Position. Understanding the board better than anyone else.
I can teach him that the queen is the most powerful piece.
And his mother is learning how to be one.
I close my eyes, and for the first time since that dinner table, I don't feel helpless.
I feel dangerous.
And in this world, dangerous might be exactly what I need to be.
CHAPTER 26
Adrian
I wake to the sensation of being inside her.
For a moment, my brain can't process it. This is the stuff of my wildest fucking dreams. My wife’s cunt surrounding me, strangling my cock.
When I open my eyes and see her, large breasts with dusty rose nipples jutted forward, rounded belly, and long dark hair thrown back as she rides me, I am pretty sure that there is no better sight.
She's fucking stunning.
And she's taking what she wants.
This is new.
Not the sex. We've had plenty of that over the last week. But this is new, her initiating.
She's playing her version of chess, and fuck if I don't love it.
"Sera," I groan, hands moving to her hips instinctively.
Her eyes open, meeting mine. There's no hesitation in them. No distance. Just heat and confidence and something that makes my chest tighten.
"Good morning," she says, voice breathy as she continuesmoving. "I hope you don’t mind that I woke you.” She releases a heavy moan, and I tighten my grip around her hips.
It takes everything in me to not take control. To not flip her over and pound into her like I want to. But watching her like this, confident and in control, is just as sexy.
"I can stop," she offers, but there's a tease in her voice. She knows I won't let her stop.
"Don't you fucking dare."
This has been our pattern since the dinner. Since she decided to stop fighting and start playing.
She wants something. She seduces me for it.
She needs something. She negotiates through my desire to please her.
I’m like a fucking dog she’s training, and it should bother me, this transactional approach to our marriage, but it doesn’t. Instead, I’m fascinated.
I want to know how far we can go.
"You're so beautiful like this," I say roughly, one hand sliding up to cup her breast. "Taking what you need. Using me."
