The room was tight as I forced her into it. Her mouth was already pliant as I planted my lips onto hers. Her wrists were tiny as I held them high and pinned her body tight, but still she managed to squirm.

“I remember the first time,” she whispered, breaths sharp and shallow.

“So do I.”

“At least Silas won’t be finding us this time,” she said, giggling.

“No, but plenty of other people might.”

“Better make it a quick one, then.”

I smirked. “As if that’s ever going to happen.”

“I sure hope not.”

Her thighs parted on instinct. She kept her hands held high as I slipped mine down her body, hitching her dress up around her waist.

“You’re a filthy beast,” she told me. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

I pulled her panties to the side and thrust three fingers inside her in one.

“You’ll take it like a filthy little whore,” I told her. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

“Make me take it,” she moaned as I pressed my thumb to her clit.

“I always will.”

Chapter Two

Elaine

Parties bored me these days. I had too much going on around them, which gave me joy. Plus, I didn’t have an addiction to attention and alcohol to add to the haze of the social.

I was glad about that.

It wasn’t just my husband’s touch I was needing as Lucian worked his fingers inside me like a rough, hard dream. It was the distraction from the nervousness I was feeling at knowing our little baby boy was at home.

“More,” I breathed against Lucian’s mouth. “Make me take it.”

“Say please.”

“Please,” I said, and spread my legs wider for him, offering my pussy for more.

He gave it to me. Four fingers right to his knuckles, twisting and thrusting, twisting and thrusting. I could hear how wet I was as I took him.

This wasn’t being fucked by his fingers, not anymore. I wanted more than that now, and he wanted to give me more, every single time. He wanted me to take his fist and not his fingers. He wanted me to take it as brutally as he wanted to give it, making me his whore of a wife every time.

“Remember how you moaned for me, when you really shouldn’t have?” he growled, and I nodded.

“Yeah, I remember. I always will.”

“I could tear this dress right off you. Make you walk through our family ball like a dirty little slut for everyone to see.”

“Would be a shame to ruin the gown, don’t you think?” I laughed, wriggling harder. “I wouldn’t want to wreck the chance of having this effect on you again.”