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Deepening my voice to say, “Get up,” I gesture to him with my gun. Not making the same mistake as him, I toss a glance over each of my shoulders, ensuring we’re alone.
“What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea who I am?”
I put a gloved finger to my lips even though he can’t see them, and tell him, “Don’t wanna wake your wife.” That’s the whole reason behind him positioning a pillow as his stand-in, isn’t it?
“My wife?” the man repeats all confused, probably more for his sidepiece’s sake than mine.
Motherfucker, I already got your number.
I won’t hurt his wife, but he doesn’t know that.
“Get up,” I repeat, keeping the gun trained on his chest as I advance toward him.
Clearly not put off by her virtual fuck buddy being married, the woman continues fucking herself, the dildo in her hold practically disappearing into her pussy.
“Who’s your friend, Kordin?” is all she says before her gaze shifts to me, her pace down below increasing.
She’s not underage at all. She’s at least several years older than the woman down the hall, probably closer to the mark’s age than his own wife is. She’s attractive. Not someone I’d jeopardize a marriage for, but then again, I don’t cheat.
I keep her eyes for a beat before dropping to watch her work her pussy over. Shiny lips without a trace of stubble tighten around the twisted glass wand coated with her pussy milk. Her moans kick up, filling the office, and maybe under different circumstances, I’d be fighting a hard-on of my own, but all I feel is disgust.
I’m no good either but I’m not a cheating piece of shit. There are very few lines I won’t cross, cheating being one of them.
“Fucking skanks,” Kordin says. “All of them.”
Allof them? This isn’t a one-time, one-sidepiece situation?
Kordin shoots a hand toward the screen, but I swat his wrist away before he can close it, telling him, “Don’t move. Just watch.”
“Who are you? Why are you here? What do you—”
“Shut up and watch.”
As soon as he returns his focus to the laptop, he murmurs, “You can have her.”
I shake my head before my brain’s even finished processing his words. I don’t want her.
Then he says, “My wife,” making my eyes narrow under drawn-tight eyebrows.That’s the her he’s referring to? His fucking wife?
“Whatever you’re here for, I’ll let you have her instead.”
Have her? What the fuck is he saying?
His head swivels in my direction. “You saw her, didn’t you?”
My throat bobs with a swallow and I feel a stirring beneath my pants’ zipper. I fucking saw her all right.
Truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to unsee her.
“You want her,” he states confidently. Cockily. So fucking cocky. “You want to cram your cock in her.”
More blood rushes below my waist as I squeeze my fist around the gun so tight my knuckles throb. He’s not offering to let me have his wife, he’s offering to let me fuck her.
And I would. I would fuck her raw, but only ifshewanted me to. His blessing means less than nothing to me.
“I know you do. Everyone that meets her wants to. But you actually can. You can fuck her, then walk away from here no questions asked. Only if you leave everything else alone.”
Everything else…
