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I’ve stained the sheets.Supplies.
Oh.
Oh…
OH!
Stan thinks I’ve got my period, when in fact, it was from his dad fucking my purity away. Heat flames me and I strip the bedsheets from the bed, balling them up and throwing them on the floor. I move to the shower; I need to clean myself. I need to speak to Stan and I need to speak to Klaus.
My heart rate spikes at the thought of seeing Klaus and my pussy throbs.
I dress in a red halter neck dress with opaque black tights and pull my hair into a messy ponytail. Taking the stairs quickly, I step into the kitchen and see Klaus sitting there in a crew neck beige jumper and fitted skinny jeans. Fuck. He looks good.
“Good morning Belle,” he purrs my name and I feel myself get aroused within seconds.
“Morning,” I roll my lips.
“Merry Christmas, I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted?” he raises a brow as his eyes rake over my body.
“Very much so,” I breathe, my chest raising fast. “I need you to take me to Stan’s office.”
“Why?”
“Please?” I beg, I don’t want to have to answer this.
He sighs, giving me a soft nod as he stands, places his cup on the worktop and presses me against the wall. His large hands cup my face, his eyes burning into mine.
“I will fuck you again, and this time, I want you fucking screaming my name as your tight little cunt comes all over my cock… do you understand me?” his voice is low and my skin pebbles and all I can do is nod. “Come,” his fingers lace in mine as he leads me to the door and follow him like an obedient little girl.
* * *
The drive is long but the roads are empty. What other woman is heading to her husband’s work on Christmas day after being fucked by her father-in-law.
I drop my head into my hands.
How the hell did I get here.
We pull into Stan’s office car park and I get out before Klaus even has a chance to stop. Rushing through the door, I take the two flights of stairs and barge into his office.
And that’s when the air rushes from my lungs.
My husband has his assistant bent over his desk as he fucks her.
“Stan,” I gasp.
“Belle,” his eyes widen as they move from me to her.
“So this is why you wouldn’t fuck me? Because you were getting the goods from that slut?” my voice is high and I can’t stop the hysterical laugh that escapes me. “Well, you enjoy her hun. You get yours, I’ll get mine,” I wink, tugging my rings off my wedding finger and throwing it at him. “Go fuck yourself Stan, don’t follow me,” I flip them both off and walk out the room, my head held a little higher and I have fire burning deep in my belly.
I rush to the car, yanking the door open and Klaus searches my face. I say nothing. Just climb over the middle of the car and into his lap. My hands clasp the back of his neck and I can see the confusion etched into his expression.
“It’s over, he is fucking someone else. Take me Klaus. Show me everything,” I whisper, sinking my lips over his as I feel his hard cock growing underneath me.
Klaus growls, lifting me off him and placing me in the passenger seat. He turns, his greedy hands between my legs as he rips a hole in my tights, his fingers teasing over my clit.
“So wet, fuck, I need to get you home before I lay you out on the bonnet of my rolls Royce and eat your pretty little cunt.”
“Don’t tease me,” I moan, my hips bucking.
