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Chapter Thirty-One

Stone

My phone buzzes in my pants pocket, forcing me back to reality pretty fucking quickly, and while Sienna squeezes her eyes closed, I withdraw from her, throw the condom to the floor, tuck myself back into my pants, and buckle up my belt. My eyes remain locked on the cum leaking from her ass. Next time, I will fuck her without a condom and make it all fit. I’ll fuck her so many goddamn times that she accepts every inch of me with ease.

Only me.

Her body slumps into the mattress as I climb off the bed and dig the phone from my pocket.

Mr. Personality: At least make your visit quick.

I smirk at his message. The fucker is some kind of tracker who seems to know everyone’s movements, and if I had it in me to care, I would be pissed. As it stands, the only thing I have ever cared about is the woman who remains coated in my cum. The woman who betrayed me and married another when she promised me forever.

I shove the phone back in my pocket, aware Mr. Personality will be pissed at my lack of response. “It’s time for me to handle your husband. I’ll be right back.” Sienna’s eyes snap open, and terror rushes into them. The sight causes my heart to constrict, and for a split second, I wonder if this is the right move.

Is she aware of something I’m not?

I shake off the uneasy feeling and head toward the door, following the sound of not just one voice now, but two. Another female. Potentially a staff member.

I’ve never harmed a woman in my life, but I’m not opposed to it. After all, I’m trained to be indifferent. I’m made of nothing but stone.