“Will you torment me all night, husband?” Venom filled the new title. “Rut me and get it over with.” “Do you beg for it so soon, wife?” His words came at her ear, humid and amused along with more superficial pumping. If blood could have boiled in her veins, Emmat would have blistered the hangman away in an instant. She spat at him, foul words for foul company. “Fuck you.” His chuckle was a dark song. “As you like.”
