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At this point, in the middle of beating hearts and boiling blood, I could no longer decide if this was as fake as she desperately wanted it to be. It felt like anything but a sham to me, even if deep down, I’d convinced myself that I’d gotten married to the traitor because she carried my child. I’d convinced myself that I kept her around as long enough as I did because she knew my little secret. I’d convinced myself that I was merely vexed by her little stunt to escape and not pained orbetrayed.

I smirked and cupped her ass. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

I parted her legs with a nudge of my knee and slipped a hand between her thighs, allowing my finger to linger on the lace covering her sex. I whispered into her ear. “Hey, look at me.”

Our eyes collided through the mirror, and her breathing sped up.

“Now, as much as I love seeing this red on you, it has to go.” I rubbed her throbbing sex through the thin fabric, and her head fell back on my chest as she trembled, her eyelids fluttering.

I unhooked her bra, and a part of me came alive when her perky breasts sprung into view. The bra dangled on her arm and dropped to the floor. I took one and squeezed, groaning at the softness.

Her lashes fluttered shut, and I nipped on her ear. “Whatever you do, keep your eyes open, wife.”

She swallowed, and I watched the conflicting emotions flickered across her beautiful face when I shifted the thong aside and slid two fingers into her. Her moans echoed, and the walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers as I glided in and out of her.

Her juices dripped, and I rubbed her clit before withdrawing my hand and smacking her ass. Confusion settled in her eyes when I turned her around and lifted her off the ground, placing her on the counter.

“Someone is already wet for me, I see.”

She blushed even harder and tried to duck, but I wound her hair around my fist and, with a gentle tug, pulled her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. I bent forward, made small bites on her collarbone and shoulder, and claimed her mouth as fiercely as I wanted to.

Her back arched, and her breath caught in her throat when I deepened the kiss, tasting her tongue, relishing in the warmth of her breath and the soft sounds she made from the pleasureIgave her.

My fingers tightened in her hair, and I devoured her mouth, getting swallowed by the inferno of primal desire. Her tongue met mine, battled with equal rage, but lost at every try. This woman made me ache in places I didn’t know existed. And as much as I hated losing my grip on control whenever she was near, I found myself loving it.

She grasped my arm and dug her nails into my skin to steady herself.

I murmured against her lips, “I love the way you respond to me.”

She inhaled sharply and dragged her palms to my chest, a very futile attempt to push me away. “Only in your dreams.”

“Your body tells a different story.”

I kissed the side of her mouth, and she drew in a sharp breath like she’d been bitten. “You have terrible interpretation skills.”

“And you have the most fuckable mouth.”

Her face tried to morph into disgust but failed at the contortion. “I hate you.”

I chuckled. “I know. Won’t stop you from moaning my name.”

“I’d only moan your name when the moon turns pink.”

“Is that so? How about I fuck you close to the window so you can see when the moon does, in fact, turn pink?”

I dragged the thong down her legs, allowing them to hang on her ankles, while I spread her thighs further apart, enough to see the pink of her soaking folds.

The lust in her eyes, mirroring the sudden scorching heat traveling through my blood, betrayed her voice. “You’re delusional. You get ahead of yourself sometimes, you know?”

“Quite the challenge.”

With a flick, I released the towel from around my waist, allowing her gaze to flicker over my painfully strained erection as I yanked her forward and thrust my cock into her without any warning.

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