Mo moaned with delight as Roger took her from behind. She loved it that he was so commanding as he held her hips and thrust furiously in and out of her.

‘Yes, yes,’ Roger panted.

Mo’s pleasure mounted, and she was about to reach an explosive orgasm when the door flew open and she saw Samuel’s horrified face.

‘What the fuck are you doing with my woman?’ Sam screeched as he ran towards Roger.

Roger scrambled from the bed and desperately tried to pull up his trousers, while Mo jumped in between them. ‘Please, Sam, it’s not what you think!’

Samuel roughly pushed her aside. ‘I know what I saw … you filthy tart … and as for you!’ He flew at Roger.

‘No, Sam,’ Mo cried out, but Samuel was beyond listening.

With clenched fists he pounded Roger’s face, over and over, Roger crying out in pain as blood spurted.

Mo jumped on Samuel’s back, screaming, ‘Get off him, you’re going to kill him!’

He shook her off, and continued to pound Roger until the man fell to the floor unconscious. With blood dripping off his fists, Samuel stood over him, while Mo cried, ‘Oh, Sam, what have you done? Is he dead?’

‘I hope so,’ Samuel spat, but then Roger groaned.

‘You black bastard,’ he said as he regained consciousness. ‘I’ll have you for this. You won’t get away with it. I’ll get the police on you.’

Mo panicked. She knew the police would come down hard on Samuel, and he’d no doubt go to jail. ‘Quick, Sam, you’ve got to get out of here.’

Blood was running from Roger’s nose, and dashing it away with the back of his hand he winced and said, ‘You can run, but you won’t get far. I’ll have you nicked for this!’

Mo grabbed pound notes from the biscuit tin and shoved them at Samuel. ‘Go! Go before he calls the police!’

Samuel looked at Roger and then blinked, his wild eyes clearing as he seemed to come to his senses. He took the money and headed for the door as Roger tried to stagger to his feet.

Mo grabbed her dressing gown from the floor and wrapped it around herself, then tried to help Roger, but he shrugged her off. ‘I’m sorry, Roger, I wasn’t expecting him home so early.’

Roger just glared at her, but then he managed to get to the small sink where he splashed water onto his face.

Mo realised she was shaking, and sat on the edge of the bed, just as the door flew open again. Her heart sank when she saw a confused-looking Sarah standing there.

‘What the hell is going on? I’ve just bumped into Samuel in the street. Please tell me it isn’t true,’ Sarah cried, but as she judged the scene before her, she already knew it was.