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He only pulls the knife out once it’s clean.

“Good fucking girl. Looks shiny and new,” he says, admiring the knife. “You know what else is shiny and new?”

“No,” I say.

“Virgins.” He cackles. “Just like you, my wife.”

He pauses, the knife is pointed at me again, a never-ending game between us.

“Not for much longer, though. When I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be anything but. I’m clearing out every single one of your fantasies. And that diary is thick. You’re a greedy little slut, my wife.” A cackle, that neon red mask staring right at me. “You’re lucky I’m just as greedy. Let’s see how many we can check off that list.”

An image of my diary flashes through my mind. Being fucked by someone with a knife at school after-hours wasn’t part of the list.

But being fucked at work was.

And so was in public, with a discreet object. The circumstances are different, but they kind of fit.

“Now, I don’t want to keep you waiting. You want my cock? You’ll get my cock,” he says. “First, be a good girl for me again and kneel.”

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“Keep dreaming,” Madelyn spits out.

You’d think holding your girl at knife point would earn you some respect, but my wife is harder to tame than I expected. I did not expect that bold response from her. She knows better than to refuse my orders by now.

I tilt my head, glowing with delight. Despite everything, I enjoy the feisty side of her. The fighting back.

“That’s not very nice of you, Maddy. Especially considering I just gave you an orgasm. The least you could do after stabbing me is make it up to me by stuffing my cock in your mouth.”

“What do I get if I do?”

Sneaky little thing, my wife. Always making sure there’s a return on her investments.

“Oh, so much.” I plant a palm against the metal lockers and press the blade of the knife to that familiar spot on her throat again. “Let’s start by saying good girls don’t get punished. They get to keep their pulse. That’s a pretty nice deal already.”

She swallows, and I press my hand into her neck, hovering the blade with the other as a means of support, extra caution, pointing it at her too. I know she won’t run away. My girl might fight, but deep down, she wants this. She needs this. I know her better than she thinks.

“And, for you and only you, there’s a reward, too, my wife. You get to have your pretty cunt filled up with my cock afterward,” I reassure her.

I have it all prepared. It’ll be so romantic. I’ll be her first and her last. Over and over again.

“Who knows? If I’m feeling generous, we might work your back hole, too so it doesn’t feel left out after I fuck your other holes.”

I can see it in her brown eyes, how my words affect her, how they half-close and desire vibrates through her.

She purses her lips. “W-what did you do to my brother?”

She takes me back with that question. Why does she keep insisting on putting Kayden between us when I’ve done everything I can to show her I’m the one she needs?

But it’s okay. If she wants answers, I’ll give them to her. I’m not trying to hide anything.

“I didn’t do a single thing to him. Whatever happened to him, he did it all to himself.”

Maddy’s eyes widen, and she struggles under my touch, bringing her hands to my palm, attempting to pull it off her. I stop her by pinning her arms above her head again, just the way she likes to be—at my mercy.

“What did you do to him?” she repeats.