Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I make my way to the open bathroom door, wanting to make sure she’s not in Saint and Ashtyn’s room. The last thing I need is to pull my wife off a pregnant Ashtyn. I’d rather not have to have that conversation. Plus, it would throw up red flags to the guys.
She’s standing next to the bed, pulling her thong up her legs, getting dressed. I was gone all night and am tired as fuck. I could use a nap after I’m done fucking her. My wife’s attitude has me as hard as a rock. Coming up behind her, I wrap an arm around her waist and pick her up off her feet.
“Haidyn,” she growls, kicking her feet out.
“It’s cute when you fight, doll face.” I say, and it just makes her struggle harder.
I toss her onto the bed face up and grab her thong, ripping it off her hips. She whimpers as the thin lace leaves a mark on her flawless skin. Then I flip her onto her stomach and pull her ass up in the air. I slap it, making her yelp. Then I do it again before my hand rubs the red spot.
Kneeling between her legs, I shove them open and take my hard cock in my hand rubbing it against her wet cunt. I smile to myself that even though she’s mad, she’s still wet. “I love that you’re always ready to be used, doll face.”
She moans as she puts her hands on the bed to push herself up onto all fours. I slide my cock into her, slamming balls deep, and she cries out; her body begins to shake. Grabbing her arms, I bring them behind her back, forcing her to fall onto the side of her face. I hold her wrists captive in one hand.
“That’s it,” I say, watching the length of my pierced cock go in and out of her soaked pussy. “Spread your legs for me, Charlotte.” I push them farther apart, forcing her to arch her back more. “Fuck, doll face. You feel so good.”
“Haidyn…please…” Her hips rock back and forth, wanting me to fuck her harder.
I slap her ass again and slam my cock into her, making her cry out.
I’ve been around women long enough to know how they think. My wife wants to stake her claim on me. As if the ring she wears doesn’t prove she belongs to me.
I’m going to fuck her until she screams out my name. She wants Ashtyn to know she’s mine. And I’ll let Charlotte think she’s accomplishing that even though I know Ashtyn can’t hear her. These walls are soundproof for a reason.
But like everything else I’ve done regarding my wife, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.
CHARLOTTE
We lie in his bed, and I stare at the ceiling. He’s on his side, arm across my stomach. Muffin lies on Haidyn’s pillow by his head, purring loudly. It’s midday, but I know he’s tired from getting woken up in the middle of the night. I am, too, if I’m being honest. It’s gotten to where I can’t sleep without him next to me. I tossed and turned after he left. I think it’s also because we’re at Carnage. I never want to spend more time here than I have to.
His breathing evens out, and I see he’s fallen back to sleep. I sigh; my thoughts are still on him and Ashtyn. I can’t shake it. I know I shouldn’t care, but it bothers me. Part of me thinks she knew I was right there and could hear her, so she told him. Did she want him to say it again in front of me?
The other part tells me I’m just being a bitch, and she had no clue I was right there and able to hear her. She was genuine and wanted him to know where she stood. I mean, she is married, for fuck’s sake. But she was also with Saint when Kashton and Haidyn both fucked her.
I’m going in-fucking-sane. I could wake Haidyn up and make him fuck me again to get my mind off it. But what would that do? Afterward, it’d be back on my mind. The fact that I went snooping through his things while he was gone didn’t help. Forget a beginner’s guide to bondage, the man has everything to supply a BDSM club in his closet. I had decided to let it go and not say anything, but Ashtyn confessing her love to my husband threw me over the edge. You can tell yourself it doesn’t matter as many times as you want, it doesn’t make it true.
A cell phone rings, and Haidyn wakes up and pulls away from me to pick his up off the nightstand where he has it charging.
“What’s up, man?” he asks, answering sleepily. “You did? Sounds good…thanks.” Hanging up, he puts it down and turns back, snuggling into me.