Page 13 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

“I hate you.”

“Save that energy for when you creaming on my dick.”

I shoved him. Hard.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned ‘em behind my back, starin’ me down like I was prey.

“Itoldyou, Janelle,” he growled. “You. Belong. To me.”

“I don’t belong to nobody!” I spat.

“You sure?” He dragged his mouth down my neck, and I gasped before I could stop myself.

“Tell me you ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout that bathroom,” he whispered, suckin’ a bruise into my skin. “Tell me your body ain’t screamin’ for me.”

I shook my head, lyin’ to both of us.

He smirked. “I’ll make you say it.”

The bedroom was dark, lit only by moonlight spillin’ through the blinds. He had me on the bed, wrists tied gently to the headboard with silk. Not tight. Not rough. But enough to make my chest heave with anticipation.

Fontaine stood at the edge, shirt gone, muscles flexin’ with every breath he took. His pants hung low, showin’ that v-cut and the top of that thick, hard—

I swallowed.

“You remember how I touched you?” he asked, climbin’ onto the bed. “How I made you cum on my tongue?”

I looked away.

He grabbed my chin, forced me to meet his stare. “Say it.”

“Y-yeah,” I whispered.

“Say you want me.”

“No.”

His mouth twisted into a grin. “Bet.”

His tongue hit me like a storm. Slow licks. Slow sucking. My body arched off the bed as he gripped my thighs and buried his face like he was searchin’ for heaven. I moaned, twisted, eyes rollin’ as he sucked my clit just right.

“F-Fontaine—” I tried to touch him.

“Move,” he whispered. “Don’t you fucking dare, Nelle.”

I shattered.

My back bowed off the bed, my body betrayin’ everything my mouth couldn’t say. When I opened my eyes…

I saw movement.

He turned me slightly—and I saw him.

My husband.

Blood on his forehead. Tied to a chair just outside the doorway, barely conscious. His eyes wide with confusion, fear, and heartbreak.

“Fontaine… what the fuck is wrong with you?!” I gasped.

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