Page 93 of Cruel Revenge

Her legs spread open wider. “You know, it would be better for you to end the marriage now. I wouldn’t blame you. I wouldn’t let Aiden, either. I would tell him it was all my fault.”

Twisting the blade, I drag the fine edge against her skin, her soft hiss and the blood pooling on the barely-there cut making me hard as a rock. “Oh, no, I’m not letting you go now. Not a fucking chance.”

“Oh, really?” She hooks her foot around the back of my knee, pulling me down onto the bed.

I move the knife in time to keep from hurting her. “You think you’re funny, don’t you? You think that after everything you just told me tonight, you can still push me?”

“I thought you’d be more eager to teach me a lesson.”

Standing back up, I slip the knife beneath the hem of her shirt, cutting the fabric away from her.

I trace the blade between her breasts, leaving another rivulet of blood against her creamy skin.

The last of my patience is gone as she unbuttons her jeans and slips them down.

I cut her thong away from her before sinking to the ground and hauling her to the edge of the bed.

Her legs drape over my shoulders, the scent of her arousal addictive.

My tongue slips through her slick folds, capturing every drop before I swirl it around her clit, savoring her taste.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that she wants to keep me alive or knowing that my wife can handle herself that turns me on more, and it doesn’t matter.

All I want is to be deep between her legs while she claws at my back.

I want her mark on me. I want to be the one who survives. The one she keeps around. Her prize.

And in turn, she’s mine. Submissive. Compliant. Willing to bend for me in a way that she doesn’t for anyone else.

I may be the only person in the world with power over her, and there’s nothing that can take that high away from me.

As my tongue swirls around her clit, her moans grow louder.

My cock throbs against my zipper as I slide two fingers into her wet pussy, massaging her inner walls.

She flutters around me before she comes, soaking my hand as I pump faster into her.

Skyla rocks with me, her orgasm building again until she’s right on the edge for a second time.

I pull out and grab one of her hips, flipping her over.

While I’m pulling out my cock, she gets on all fours, her ass in the air and her dripping pussy begging for me.

I bring my hand down hard on her ass, leaving a red mark that’s going to sting for the next day or two.

“Please.” Her voice is little more than a whimper.

“You want me to fuck you?” I step closer to her, unbuttoning my shirt and letting all my clothing fall to the floor.

I slide my cock along her folds, grinding against her clit but not entering her. “You think that after the way you’ve been a dirty little secret-keeping slut, I should give you what you want?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to go fuck my vibrator, and it’s not going to be your name that I scream when I come.”

My hand lands on her other ass cheek, a second handprint there to match the first. “Try again. Beg for what you want. Show me who really has the power here.”

She rolls her hips, spreading her legs wider and showing off that pretty pink pussy of hers.

I smack her clit, grinning when she whimpers.

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