Page 78 of Unlock My Heart

“I’m sorry,” Sienna apologies to him. “My husband can’t do anything right, and that includes being a cuckold.”

Despite the shitty circumstances, Sienna referring to me as her husband makes me grin.

“Current husband,” she corrects herself.

“Take the palm of your hand and rub my wife’s clit back and forth. She likes it fast,” I tell her useless fuck partner.

The man really is useless, because he can’t even do that right. He begins thumping her clit like a percussionist.

I rise from the chair and grab his hand by the wrist, moving it the way she likes.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sienna’s eyes are wide with shock.

“Making you come.”

“Sit down.” She grabs hold of my wrist, trying to yank it off her partner’s, but I don’t budge. “You haven’t been invited to join.”

“I’m not touching you,” I argue, moving the man’s hand faster and faster, back and forth. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I can smell it from here.” I groan. “Is this for me?”

Sienna sucks in a sharp breath, digging her pretty nails into my wrist. “Never.”

I click my tongue. “Never’s a long time. How many words are you gonna eat?”

“I may have to eat a few words, but you’ll never have the privilege of eating me,” Sienna promises.

I laugh darkly. “Baby, I’d already have made you come twice if my tongue were on this pretty clit.”

“Conceited.”

“Guilty.” I move the man’s hand while I watch Sienna grind her clit back and forth. Flushed face, erect nipples, her movements becoming erratic. “You’re so close,” I murmur. “Show me how hard you come for my voice. For my command. For me.”

“This isn’t for you,” she cries as her orgasm rocks her beautiful body, her head falling back with her mouth open on a silent scream.

Sienna’s chest heaves, and I wait for her to open her eyes before I tell her, “Next time, you say my name when you come.”

I storm out of the room. It’s that, or kill Texas with his cock still inside Sienna, and I can’t traumatize her like that.

Hate the rules, but this is her game, and I have to let it play out.

Now in the hallway, I listen as the man finishes inside my wife. An eerie calm washes over me as I slip my hands inside my pockets and wait.

The man appears fully dressed a few minutes later, stopping short when he notices me. “Let me walk you out,” I tell him in a friendly tone, ushering him downstairs and to the front door, my ice pick hidden behind my back.

“Not going to lie, I was expecting more of a traditional cuckold scene, but hey, the hot wife/marriage in crisis does it for me too. Thanks for being a good sport.”

He goes to walk out the door, and that’s when my left arm wraps around his neck. Jamming the spike of my ice pick inside his right ear canal, I press until I’ve busted his ear drum, hitting brain matter.

His body crumbles to the floor.

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sienna

The Present

Despite my strict religious upbringing, I’ve never been one to wallow in shame. So what is the feeling that’s gripping my heart like a vise?