Page 80 of The Bad Husband

His rhythm increases as I begin to sail calmer waters, and then he moves like a savage until he shoots his load, grunting and flooding my center.

His warm release trickles down my legs before staining the sheets.

Later, he stops, slips out his semi-hard cock and tucks it into his pants, while I fall to the side and get to see him in his full glory despite the dim light.

Tall, stern, muscular, hard to fuck with.

“You know nothing about me, Lila Skye. Stay away from Frankie. That’s all I’m saying. And stop listening to all the crazy stories swirling around in this town.”

He runs one tense hand through his hair before smoothing down his shirt, and flies, ensuring that his pants look flawless.

“I need to know one thing, though, before you put your cock into me again,” I say, propped on an elbow.

He slides his hand into his pockets and looks at me, his eyes glinting like two freshly sharpened swords.

“Are you in love with Henrietta?”

His eyes dip for a second as if he ponders the best answer.

“I’ve never been in love with anyone. So the answer is no,” he says, looking at me this time.

Holding his gaze, I fall back.

He studies me for a few moments.

“Is that a satisfying answer to you?” he asks bluntly.

“Yes, it is. For now.”

He nods in response and pivots toward the door.

“There’s a bathroom behind you. Clean yourself up and let yourself out, preferably when no one is outside,” he says dryly.

He reaches the door and punches in a number before the electronic lock beeps.

“Maybe you care to tell me the access code,” I say, still floating on a giant bed of endorphins.

“Sure. It’s your birthdate.”

A giant adrenaline hand grabs at my awareness.

I push upright at once, but he’s already gone, the door sliding locked again with cold indifference.

I fall back, hoping that he’s not fucking with me and lets me rot in this dark room for the rest of my life.

14

LILA

He didn’t lie about the door.

After taking a shower, patting myself dry, putting on my dress and my shoes, and then collecting my things, including my ripped panties, I put in the number and the door slides open.

I’ve never been more relieved in my life.

Damnit. I need to learn to trust this man.

For a second there, I thought he’d set me up and pull me into that room so he could end me.