“I’ll try,” I whispered, swallowing hard, licking my lips because my throat was dry and my heart was pounding and my brain had already jumped off a cliff. “I’ll try my best not to be loud. I don’t want them to hear us downstairs.”
My voice sounded so small and messy and cracked I hated it. But it was real. Because I knew Tasha was still down there. I knew she was still down there—his wife. The one with the face and the body and the perfect clothes. The one who kissed him.
But he didn’t even flinch.
His eyes didn’t soften.
They darkened.
He sat up just enough to grab the backs of my thighs and dig his fingers into my ass so hard it made me whimper, and his voice—f**k—his voice dropped straight into my c**t.
“You think I give a f**k, kitten?” he growled, low and sharp and filthy as hel
