“Good little wives need good fuckings,” Kal says, pressing his lips to my temple. “And I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” “God, yes,” I squeal, my voice low and raspy like it’s been raked over coals and burned to a crisp. My head knocks against the door as he fucks me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. “Yes, Jesus, please. Right there.”
