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Ari’s nipples were already pebbled with excitement begging for me to pinch them. A loud moan escaped her lips and I should have worried about the others in the house hearing, but I was so far gone to my lust that I didn’t give a single shit.

Since we’d never really experimented with rough sex, I wasn’t sure what she would like and what she wouldn’t, but I wanted nothing more than to spank her boobs like I would her ass, making them pink with the attention. It seemed my wife liked that too.

Thank fuck because I wanted to do this again. I’d never been so fucking hard in my entire life.

Needing to be inside of her immediately, I ripped the thong from her body, loving the sound of the material tearing when I yanked. Maybe that’s how I’d take them off of her every time from now on.

Ari’s eyes trailed down to my dick as I gave it a couple of pumps and I felt like king of the world with her eyes on me like that. “You like what you see, slut?” No words escaped her mouth, but she nodded vigorously. “Good.” Without warning, I slammed home, filling her in one thrust. It was only then I realized I hadn’t even checked to see if she was wet and ready for me, but thank God she was.

I might have been enjoying rough sex with her, but I’d never want to actually hurt her.

Now that my cock was being gripped by her tight channel, any semblance of control I’d been holding onto was gone. I pounded in and out of her with a force that I knew would leave her feeling me inside of her tomorrow. Maybe even all the way to Monday.

Thinking of her walking into school on the first day, walking funny from how well her husband dicked her down made me go even harder and faster.

Sweat glistened on her chest and her breaths were heavy. I could feel the mini spasms in her pussy telling me she was close. Good, because so was I. It wouldn’t take much to push either of us over the edge.

After another slap to each of her breasts, I pinched her nipples and she cried out as her release crashed over her. And fuck me, she squeezed my release out of me too.

I roared out my pleasure, knowing there was no way the others didn't hear that, but not giving a single fuck. It’s not like I hadn’t heard Potter fucking or getting fucked before.

Turn about was fair play.

Pulling out of my wife, I collapsed beside her, all anger gone from my body.

Ari turned towards me, a grin on her face as she cupped my chin and placed a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re going to have to get angry more often because that was the hottest thing ever.”

Chapter 30

Arianna

“First day of senior year. Are you ready to rule the school with me Ari?” Leyla had shown up to my house way earlier than she would any other day of the year. She wanted to make sure we got there before the bell rang so we could make a grand entrance and she could hold court.

I was also pretty positive that she wanted to see Bradley’s walk of shame. After the scene he’d made at the bonfire, Potter decided he hadn’t appropriately been brought down enough, so he created fake medical records showing he was riddled with STI’s and leaked them on social media.

“Ley, I love you and you know I will be by your side, but I have no intention of being queen bitch. I’m married now, and even though I thankfully don’t have to get pregnant right away, I feel like I’m past that part of my life.”

Leyla scoffed. “Says the mafia princess that can have someone taken out in a matter of hours.”

I buckled in as she peeled out of the driveway. “Technically not a mafia princess anymore. I’m Mrs. Givenchy.”

Leyla gagged. “That sounds like my mom and grandma. And we both know that getting married didn’t make you less murdery. You’re still a Vitale at heart.”

She wasn’t wrong. I’d still call in a hit in a heartbeat to protect her. But that didn’t mean I wanted to deal with all the high school drama. I turned my attention to Karly in the backseat. “Ready for your first day of high school?”

Karly shrugged. “I guess.” Karly was pretty much the exact opposite of Leyla. She had no interest in the social scene and was one-hundred percent invested in her education. One day, she hoped to be a doctor.

Leyla checked her makeup in the rearview mirror when we stopped at the light before the school. “You don’t need to be nervous, Kar. Pott and I rule the school so no one is going to mess with you. You also have Ari and Brennan that will have your back if need be.”

“You can hang out with us before school and at lunch. That will help your social status if you’re looking for that. And if you’re not, that’s fine. You can still sit with us to make sure everyone knows we’ve got your back.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll pass. I don’t want to be brought into all the drama.”

I couldn’t really blame her there. Where Leyla and Potter went, drama was sure to follow.

When we parked, I saw Karly relax as she saw her best friend was already there, waiting for her by the door. “Bye guys.”

“Wait.” Karly turned and looked at her older sister. “I’ve got plans after school so Potter or Brennan need to take you home.”