Page 78 of Choosing Hope

Besides, I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’ll pull out and ejaculate onto her rather than inside her anyway. He’ll want me to see his mark on her just like he does on me.

“Condom,” I insist just to be petulant.

He grins, turning to Sophie, who plucks the little package out of his fingers, tossing it toward the door in a blatant show of disgust, before meeting my eyes with a hard, defiant glare.

“Fuck,” I say again. “Chas, get the master key to this room,” I call over my shoulder.

“That’s against club policy, and he’s locked it on the inside, anyway.”

I turn furious at being questioned, even though my request is totally illogical.

“You have a wife and a small baby. If you want to keep your job, you’ll do as I say and get that fucking key. Now!”

He stares at me, unaccustomed to such an outburst from me.

“Yes, sir.”

With trembling hands, I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing Carlo’s number. I’m half surprised when he connects the call. He knows it’s me from my designated ringtone.

His phone in one hand, and his dick still in the other.

“Compagno.”

“I can’t believe you’ve fucking brought her here. You’re such a cunt.” I growl, which only makes him laugh.

“You really shouldn’t talk to the new owner of this establishment like that. He might ban you for life.”

I hear Sophie giggle in the background, and narrow my eyes at him, unamused.

He’s fucking told her. A spark of anger blends with lust and causes me to become aggressive.

“Let me in, Carlo.”

“Bella, he wants me to open the door,” Carlo states in a smug tone, while flipping his phone to speaker.

“No,” she states, staring at me directly. “He’s had his fun. Tonight, I’m going to have mine.”

Her arched eyebrow tells me without words that she won’t take any nonsense from me, and fuck me, I nearly come on the spot. I love seeing her like this. She’s never allowed me to dominate her but seeing her actively taking control is mind-blowing.

“Leave the phone on. Please? Let me hear you,” I beg.

They glance at each other, and I hold my breath, waiting for Sophie’s final decision. Somehow, it seems like there’s more riding on this than just me listening to them having sex. This is my gauge of how hard it’s going to be to make things right with her.

When her head bobs, I sigh with relief.

He slides his phone onto the table beside Sophie, standing by her head, with his cock in hand.

“Remind him how you love sucking me, but be careful of your teeth.”

His words turn my blood to fire. My mind’s been reeling with visions of them fucking each other all day.

Is this the first time he’s touched her?

Negotiating Carlo’s piercings for a small mouth isn’t easy, and I’ve never seen my wife do it before. Carlo’s had three piercings in the last two years, because, of course, he has. He never does anything by half measures.

Sophie leans forward, her shoulders back and perky tits on full display, making my pulse pound. The design of the seat means her legs are parted wide; her knees bent; her open pussy is begging for my cock.

Her tongue flicks out, guiding his cock into her mouth. She parts her lips wide, tilting her head perfectly to accommodate him.