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“Remind me again what Ashford sees in you?” I huff before pushing past him and dragging my angel toward the bar.

“You shouldn’t tease him so much,” Angélica scolds while I order a sangre dulce and an old-fashioned.

“Why not? He’s an absolute twat, and it’s fun to torment him.” I hand her a drink and lean back against the counter to ridicule the absurd choices of Halloween costumes and masksthis year. Too many people went for an animal theme, and I’ve seen enough ears and fluffy, butt plug tails to last me a lifetime.

My wife settles me with her sternest glare. “Are you ever going to outgrow playing the bully?”

“Never. Especially when I know how much it turns you on.”

“It does not,” she argues, baiting me by sinking her teeth into her full bottom lip.

“Oh angel,” I tut, using my thumb to free her lip from her teeth. “What have I told you about lying?” I slide my hand into her curls right at the nape of her neck and tug sharply. “Is someone looking to get punished tonight?”

She bats her dark lashes as the prettiest warmth flushes her cheeks. “Yes, Master Greyson.”

I can’t ignore the way my cock jolts at her words. “That’s a shame because I had an anniversary present planned for you tonight,” I tease, my voice low and tempting. “I would hate for you to lose it for bad behavior.”

I see the exact moment my wife realizes it was a mistake to try to manipulate me into giving her what she thinks she wants, and she backs down quickly. “You got me a present?” she asks with sweet anticipation.

I pull on her hair a little bit harder. “Apologize for lying, and maybe I’ll let you have it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, angel, not like that,” I tut. “Slide your hand between your thighs.”

“Why?” she asks, instantly suspicious.

“Because I want you to stroke that pretty, pink cunt and show me how soaked you are.” She keeps her eyes fixed on me as she obeys my command. “Good. Now thrust your fingers inside your hole and get them nice and wet for me.”

She’s nervous, her eyes darting around the room to see if anyone is watching, but she listens and pushes her fingers into herpussy. A little moan falls from her lips as she fucks herself with her fingers. I enjoy the gorgeous sight of it for a minute, letting her get right to the edge before pulling her back.

“Stop—slip them out now.”

Whimpering, she tugs her fingers from her cunt. “Let me see,” I demand. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she holds up three fingers, her arousal dripping down the sides of them like icing. “Good girl. Now stick those fingers in your mouth and suck them clean.”

“Grey,” she protests in embarrassment.

“Do it, or you’ll lose your present.”

Rolling her eyes, she brings her fingers to her lips. She makes a point of starting on her middle finger, sucking it between her teeth and swirling her tongue loudly enough that I can hear. She pulls her finger free with a loudpopand sticks it up for me to see.

“You’re not doing yourself any favors with the attitude, Mrs. Greyson.”

Her eyelids flutter the way they always do when I call her that. Without stalling, she shoves all three fingers into her mouth and licks them clean before holding them up.

“There,” I purr, leaning down to nip at her spit-soaked fingertips. “Nowyou’re sorry.”

“Grey,” she pleads, desperate for what I promised her.

I could force her to wait, but I’m not feeling that cruel. “Does my little ruin want a trick or a treat tonight?”

“Both, please.” Her warm brown eyes are so heated they match the flames of Hell flickering around us.

I smirk, knowing that she picked the right answer. “Both it is.”

I stopoutside the red door of my private room, letting the anticipation build. I know what’s waiting for us on the other side. And my cock is ready to explode at the thought of getting to share something new and filthy with my wife. And I have no doubt that my dirty girl is going to love it.

“Are you ready?” I ask, pausing with my hand on the handle to edge her to the point of desperation.