Page 41 of Unlock My Heart

“So fucking perfect.”

Thrust.

“So fucking mine.” He roars, and with the final violent thrust of his hips, a warm feeling spurts between my thighs.

My eyes snap open, disoriented.

The bed shifts behind me, and I inwardly groan. It’s morning, based on the light peeking through the window.

Without asking for permission, Michele slides my panties to the side and shoves his woefully useless cock inside me.

Happy birthday to me.

“Always so wet, my filthy whore of a wife.”

As fucked up as it is, I’d rather let Michele think he turns me on than admit the truth: that I replay Fabien and my greatest hits when my husband is inside me.

“In celebration of your birthday, we will dine tonight at the lounge.” The fact that I share a zodiac sign with this man is beyond offensive.

“Sounds wonderful.” I’d rather shove bamboo rods underneath my fingernails.

Michele grunts and thrusts wildly, and I halfheartedly fake an orgasm, praying he isn’t far behind.

“Oh, fuck, Sienna!” His cum spurts in one short burst before his body stills. “I just put a baby in you,” he murmurs, pulling out.

“Mmm, I hope so,” I lie. Not only am I secretly on the pill, but I also religiously track my cycle and time my “headaches” to fall during my ovulation window.

A surprised squeal escapes my lips as Michele flips me onto my back. His hand bands around my throat as panic floods my body. He flashes a chilling smile—the smile of a predator who knows his prey’s weakness. And damn if the man doesn’t know every one of mine.

I hate him for it.

With his free hand, he flings my birth control at me, and I snap my eyes closed as the plastic container bounces off my forehead. “I should kill you. Embarrassing me last night, and now this.”

Me embarrassing him? What a joke.

Giving my throat one final warning squeeze, he releases me, and I greedily suck in a breath. “My doctor prescribed it to help with period cramps,” I lie between pants. “I was going to tell you…”

Michele silently rolls out of bed, grabbing a black jewelry box on the nightstand that wasn’t there when I went to bed last night. “What do you think?” He dramatically pops it open, displaying a beautiful diamond necklace.

“It’s stunning,” I say with a scratchy voice, trying to appease him so he doesn’t go ballistic again.

“I’m glad you think so, because you will be seated by my side, as I present this stunning piece of jewelry to my mistress.”

Which mistress? I want to ask, but bite my tongue.

“In front of everyone, you will dine with us in silence, as punishment for your deceit.” He snaps the box closed with an evil glint in his eyes. “I’ve let you off easy this time, Sienna. Stop taking the pill, unless you want to wind up in a box.” He strolls out of the room with the jewelry box and my pill box.

I grit my teeth back and forth, throwing the covers off me.

Marching to the bathroom, I turn on the shower as I strip. Not waiting for the water to heat up, I climb in and suppress a squeal as I move the freezing spray between my legs.

Nearly ten years of wedded “bliss” to this man, and I only have myself to blame.

And the only pill I’ll be swallowing is a bitter one.

I take my time getting ready, hoping Michele’s already left for the hotel.

Damn. It’s going to be one of those days.