Page 76 of Unlock My Heart

They both glance my way.

“Is everything alright, current husband?” Sienna asks sweetly, stepping out of her dress.

I give the chards a toss, drying my hand on my pants.

Alright? Even my hard-on is pissed off. “Peachy.”

“Sweetest peach I’ve ever seen,” the fucker agrees, palming Sienna’s ass as he grinds his erection against her pussy.

The man’s finger slips inside Sienna’s thong, and I grip the chair handles so tightly, they snap off.

“Anything else you’re going to break?” Sienna calls to me with laughter in her voice as I give the broken furniture pieces a toss.

“The only one breaking anything at the moment is you and our marriage vows,” I say calmly, strolling over and getting myself a new glass of whiskey.

It’s that, or break what’s left of this chair over the man’s head.

“Oh!” Sienna squirms, clearly surprised by the man’s finger dipping inside her vagina.

With a deep breath, I stroll back to my seat, holding my glass with a much lighter grip. “That’s moving too fast,” I warn him. “Pull my wife’s panties down and play with her clit. She needs to be worked up nice and slow before any kind of penetration.”

Watching over the rim of my whiskey glass, the man does as instructed, and she steps out of the scrap of fabric, kicking it in my direction. “You have no idea what I need, current husband.”

Her dress is bunched around her waist, her bottom half now bare, and I groan long and low. “Fuck. Pussy’s just as pretty as I remembered.” I kick back the glass of whiskey and slam it on the table.

Sienna shudders, and I inwardly smile. Maybe she’s not in complete control after all.

“Baby, you’re wrong. I’ve always known exactly what you need. Strum my wife’s pretty pink clit with the pads of your fingers,” I order the man.

“With pleasure.” He begins moving his hand with way too much force.

“Nah-uh. Too hard. Featherlight touches.”

He slows down using the same aggressive pressure, and I growl. “Not slower; lighter.”

“Ignore him and listen to what I like,” Sienna says to her client, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

My vision spots shades of crimson, but I don’t dare make a move. If this is her version of making me crawl over broken glass, then I’ll sit here and bleed out.

“I know what you like better than you know yourself,” I remind her.

She breaks the kiss, staring me down. “Arrogant.”

“Guilty. Take off her bra,” I command. “Let me see those perfect tits.”

He does as I command, and the fabric drops to the floor.

My mouth waters at the sight. “Damn,” I murmur.

Sienna stands nude, save for her black heels.

“I like the boots better,” I comment, not that this view isn’t otherworldly.

“Didn’t ask,” Sienna snaps, crawling backward on the bed with her hand around the man’s tie, taking him with her.

They kiss, with him grinding his erection against her bare pussy.

My cock has never been more angrily turned on. “Do you still have them?” I call to her.