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“No way.” She stops at my high school graduation photo, her jaw open.

I was a lot scrawnier back then. Despite all my effort, I didn’t bulk up until college. My wife turns to look me up and down. To appreciate me with that sly grin of hers.

“Well done you,” she says.

Pride glows in my chest as she continues down the wall. She takes slow, swaying steps away from me. Her high heels give her ass an extra roundness. On full display beneath the tied-up hem of my shirt.

She’s wearing my shirt. And I think I know why. My cock twitches.

I lock the door.

There’s one last thing I need to check first.

“Did you follow my orders?” I ask her. She turns to face me, and my shirt covers her tits, concealing the answer.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” she challenges.

Chapter 28

Brady

I cross the room and grab her by the knot of my shirt. Then I kiss her until she’s breathless. When I untie my shirt and tear it off her, I see the outline of her nipples beneath her dress, already stiff for me. I bite each one through the fabric, making her moan before I spin her around to unzip her dress.

“It looks worse than it is,” she says in a rush.

Her dress falls to the floor, and I inhale sharply before I can stop myself. The sight of that awful bruise. She tries to cover it as she steps out of her dress and her shoes, but I pull her hands away. I need to see the harm that I let happen to my wife. Unstoppable guilt rises up my throat. It’s a useless, weak emotion, and yet I can’t stop myself from feeling it.

My fucking fault.

Silently I pat my jacket pocket, reassuring myself that I have Cora’s gift. I bend to kiss her bruise as lightly as I can. Trailing more kisses up her spine, I linger at the nape of her neck, smoothing her ponytail over her shoulder. She shivers as I run my hands over her body. Beneath her dress, she’s completely naked.

Just as I instructed.

“Good girl,” I murmur in her ear. I slide one hand down to cup her pussy. She’s already soaking wet for me. “Very good girl.”

I turn her around to face me so I can play with her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasps. The way she’s excited by pain reinforces my decision.

“I have a gift for you,” I whisper. “Close your eyes.”

She does as she’s told, a light smile on her lips. I need her to hold still, so I brace her against the wall, clamping one hand around her waist, keeping my other free for her present. I press the length of my body to hers. She’s buck naked and trapped between me and the wall, while I’m fully clothed, fully in charge, my cock straining against my pants and pushing into her belly.

She writhes with anticipation.

“Hold still,” I command. I give my tone a threatening edge, a warning of what crossing me will cost.

She obeys. I lift my knee between her thighs to pin her in place. I can tell she wants to rub her wetness against me, but she keeps still as instructed. For good measure, I slide my hand up from her waist, up her smooth skin and full breasts. All the way up to her throat. Lightly, I wrap my fingers around her delicate neck. She swallows, but she keeps her eyes closed.

My good girl. So feisty and vicious, yet obedient for me.

With my free hand, I reach into my pocket to pull out her gift. I hold it up between our faces.

“Open your eyes.”

She does. There’s a confused smile on her lips as she tries to process what I’m holding. Her brow furrows slightly as she takes in the slim black hilt.

Then I switch open the blade.

“Jesus!” She instinctively flinches, but I hold her in place, tightening my grip on her neck.