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But right now… he’s not here to make sure I don’t cross mine.

I spin around, take her over to the couch, kicking off my shoes and letting my pants fall away as I walk.

Throw her down, hair falling over her face.

Grab her by the hips, flip her over.

Push her face first into the cushion, hold her there until she stops squealing.

And then I lift her hips up, slap her inner thighs to make her open her legs, and smack both hands down on her ass cheeks with a loud crack.

“Oh,” she cries.

There are perfect, red handprints on her skin.

I slap her again. Same exact place.

“Oh, God,” she cries, this time between clenched teeth.

Then again, even harder.

“Ow,” she screams.

I grab her hair and pull it, yanking her neck back and turning her head so she has to look at me. “Is this what you want?” I ask. “You want me to be in charge of you and your husband?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes. Please. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It’s almost not fair. For like one-eighth of a second I think that. It’s almost not fair. Because he hasn’t fucked her in so long, she doesn’t care what I do right now.

She just wants my cock inside her. Pounding her into climax.

And besides, who cares?

Who fucking cares about fair?

I stick two fingers inside her, taking this cue directly from watching Alexander last weekend. And then I pump her hard and fast with them. In and out, back and forth across her pussy.

She squirts immediately.

And I laugh.

A loud, possibly insane laugh.

Because I have the power.

Because they gave it to me.

Because I know her body and her mind.

Because I will abuse everything about this situation.

I am, and have always been the bad guy in this relationship. We all know this.

If that’s what they want, that’s who they’ll get.

CHAPTER SIX

“Oh, my God,” she screams as she squirts. “Yes!”