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“Oh, yes. Now turn around, bend over, princess, and put it in.”

I should’ve known that I was pushing my luck. Her hand is still holding onto my erection, her back arched so that she’s in the perfect position to do just that after she listens to me and bends, but she doesn’t make any move to fuck me.

Damn it.

Maybe she needs a little more guidance. “You want your husband’s cock? I know you do. So take it, and put it in.”

This time, she freezes. “Are you going to make me beg? Is that it? With all your friends here, you need to remember who’s the one really in control?”

Bending over her, cursing myself for pushing her too hard, too fast, I nibble her earlobe, ignoring it when she lets go of me and reaches up to swat at my face. “No, princess. You have that all wrong.”

Loni lowers her hand. She doesn’t grab my cock again, but she’s not pushing me away, either. “I do?”

“Mm.” I kiss the skin behind her ear. Every part of her tastes fucking amazing. “This isn’t about me showing you that I’m incontrol. This is about you taking it for yourself. You want to fuck me? Do it. I’m your willing slave tonight. If you don’t want my cock, that’s fine, too. I have fingers…” I reach around her, tweaking her nipple through her bra. “My tongue.” I lick the edge of her jaw. “And my cock,” I remind her, pushing the head of my weeping erection against her bare ass. I stay away from any holes so she doesn’t get mixed signals, but she needs to know I’m ready.

If she wants to fuck, I won’t unless she initiates it. I’m not being petty, either. I want this woman with an intensity that, sometimes, I doubt I’ll survive.

But I… I need her trust even more than that right now.

She keeps her eyes trained on the desk. “You mean it?”

“Would I lie to you?”

TWENTY-TWO

CONTROL

ADRIAN

Ihave. I wish I didn’t. There are so many things that I’ve kept from her… but this amazing woman honestly believes that I always tell her the truth. I like to think that I do when it counts. My lies are all meant to protect her, to keep her safe, so maybe that’s why they don’t count to Loni…

Either way, my wife’s foolish trust in her villainous husband works in my favor because she whispers the word, “No,” a second before I feel her soft fingers taking a firm and possessive hold on the base of my erection.

“That’s my girl,” I grit out as she lodges the head of my cock at her entrance. “Now take me, fuck me, show me that I’m yours.”

That’s all I want. To be Loni’s. And maybe I’m using that fleeting jealous I picked up on earlier to manipulate her into being the one to fuck me, but hell if it isn’t working.

She goes slowly, taking my full length into her body. And when she has, pausing to see if I’m going to break my word and start pounding into her, I clench my jaw and tell her, “Go on. Do it. Fuck me.”

I trail a hand down her back as she moves. “That’s it. You know exactly how to take your pleasure from your husband. Because that’s what I am, Loni. I’m yours.”

Claim me, damn it. Give me some sign that, in less than a month, you’ll spit in Jack’s face and tell him that you choose to be mine.

She doesn’t. She does exactly what I said instead, focusing on fucking me to the point that, before I even know it, I’m sensing the familiar tingles of an approaching climax at the base of my spine.

“Holy shit… oh, my wife. You did it. Look at you, princess. I’m about to come.”

Yeah. Announcing it like that? Might have been a mistake.

She immediately stops what she’s doing. “No.”

What?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I saidno.”

“Avalon—”