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“You really think you know me, huh? Rich boy this, rich boy that. You think you’re the only one here who has felt real pain?” Then he drops me. Like I’m disposable. Like I don’t matter.
“You don’t get this fucked up for nothing, temptress.”
“I don’t hide my crazy. I am who I am. But you? You’re trying to conceal it, like I can’t see straight through you. Like I haven’t spent the past six years analyzing your every move. I know you, Stephanie. Now how about you fucking show me?”
“Words are pointless to me. People lie. You can never trust what comes out of someone’s mouth. Actions are the only thing I believe. So, I dare you, show me how you really feel about your husband. Not with tears, not with venom on your tongue. Fucking show me.”
“Do you believe that lust and hate can’t walk the same line, temptress?”
“Kiss me and find out,” I whisper breathlessly. He’s done it. He’s broken me. And I know the second his mouth meets mine… There’s no going back.
I crash my mouth into hers, swallowing the fury, the fire, the broken parts of her soul she hides behind sarcasm and scalpel-sharp precision. Her lips part with a gasp, and I take everything. Every fucking sound. Every tremble. Every ounce of power she thought she still had.
She tastes like rage and ruin. Like the first thing I’ve ever needed more than I needed control.
Her moan breaks into my mouth. That desperate, wrecked sound that makes my cock throb behind the zipper of my pants. I could fuck her right here. Against the rooftop wall.
know that fucking face. I know that smell. And those lips. My body reacts exactly how I expect it to.
A war between anger and lust battles within me. Then my hand wraps around her throat. Hard. Not to hurt. Just to hold. To confirm it’s really her.
“So, are you going to tell me what my wife is doing in a place like this?” I ask, keeping my voice low. She licks her lips as I pull her face closer to mine. Fuck.
It’s not just sex. It’s the fire in her eyes. The challenge. The sharp tongue and brutal wit. The way she fights me without ever actually walking away.
She’s chaos. And I’m addicted.
“No.” “Finn,” I warn.
“Dance for your divorce. Strip to get your name back.” I blink. “What?” “That’s the deal, temptress.”
“You want your freedom? You’ll have to earn it. You’ll put on a show. For me....
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“You think everything is a game, don’t you?” I spit. “Marriage. Love. People. Work.”
“How is it a game when I’ve already won?” I shake my head, fury swirling in my throat like acid.
“You haven’t won...
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“Then prove it. Walk away without giving me what I want. Go on, love. Or should I call you Angel here?”
“I like the name choice, but I suppose even the worst of us could be fallen angels,” he mutters. “You came up straight from hell, Dr. Quinn,” I whisper.
“Go on then. Show me how much you hate being my wife.” There’s an evil mocking to my tone.
When her bra undoes, she holds it against her breasts; I feel the desire like a pulse in my cock. Her gaze flicks to mine, like she’s daring me to blink.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, almost to myself.
She can strip me of everything but control. “Next,” I rasp. God, I’ve never wanted someone to fail so badly.
“You’re halfway there, temptress.” I’m pushing her, wanting her to spiral into insanity with me. “Take off the bra,” I press.
Her nipples harden instantly, and I almost groan. My mouth fucking waters. I step forward until I’m in front of her again. Her breath hitches when I raise a single finger and drag it up her bare stomach, between her breasts, tracing that beautiful snake ink.
She’s already mine.
asked you to strip for your divorce,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her temple. “Not because I wanted a show.” Her breath shudders out. “Then what the hell do you want?”
She pushes the coat off my shoulders and lets it fall to the ground; it’s like she’s just tossed another piece of my armor off. Then she shoves me hard. I drop into the chair behind me with a grunt, the wood creaking beneath my weight, and before I can even open my mouth, she straddles me.
“I’ll strip for my divorce,” she purrs, “and you be a good husband and watch.”
“You think this’ll get you out of it?”
“No,” she whispers. “I think it’ll shut you up for a minu...
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Her hips roll in perfect rhythm, pure fucking sin that I cannot resist. She trails her fingers through her hair, down her sides, over the soft swell of her breasts as she rocks over me.
She’s marking me, without even touching skin to skin. And still, I can’t bring myself to stop her.
“You think this makes you the one in control?” I ask, breathless.
“No. I think it makes you obsessed.”
I admire as she grinds on me, rolling her hips. Her mouth parted. Her hands dragging down her own body like she doesn’t even need me, like she’s enough for herself. And she is.
“You want to dance, wife?” I growl. “Then fucking dance.” She moves again, slower now, her pussy grinding against my restraint.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, not being able to take one second longer of this torture. I’ve just found my weakness.
“I knew my wife wanted me,” he whispers against my lips. Then he bites down—hard enough to draw blood. “Ouch. Fuck.” I pull back and wipe the warm liquid from my lip.
“Did you like that, hmm? A little bit of pain?” he asks, tilting his head, studying me. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Atta girl.”
He grips my throat and thrusts two fingers inside me, making me cry out. “F-Finn,” I moan.
“Already trembling for me. I fucking knew it.” The sound of my wetness echoes between us. “I want you to bleed for me, temptress. But before I can do that, I need to break you in. Make you all fuckin’ mine. Is that what you want?” he rasps.
When his thumb presses down on my clit, I jump and moan at the same time. “You really are sensitive,” he says, almost with concern.
“Fuck. Please tell me you aren’t a virgin. I don’t have it in me to be gentle with you,” he says. I can’t help but giggle. “You think I’d be brave enough to sit on your lap if I was? No. I was just… surprised,” I tell him.
“This is pretty simple stuff you’re doing. We haven’t even gotten anywhere near the interesting part yet,” he continues. A thrill shoots up my spine. “Interesting?” I ask.
“Now, what was surprising about being finger-fucked and choked?”
