Page 62 of Virtuous Lies

“I have no problem getting my hands bloody, Bianca.”

A snort of laughter puffs from my nostrils as I settle back into bed, pulling Vincent’s pillow into my body.

He moves toward the armchair in our room.

“What did you have Heather do with my wedding dress?”

“Nothing,” he answers easily.

“What did you do with my wedding dress?” I try again.

He waits a beat before speaking. “I threw most of it in the trash. If you think so little of it, why should I treat it with any respect?”

I roll my eyes to myself. “Most of it?” I test.

“Mm.”

I sigh. “Care to enlighten me on where you keepthe rest of it?”

He taps a ringed finger against the buttons of the armchair. “I keep it in my office.”

“For what purpose?”

A soft growl rolls up his throat, and I feel it right between my thighs.

“For the purpose of wrapping around my cock when I fuck my own hand thinking about you.”

I wasnotexpecting that.

“What?” I breathe.

“I wouldn’t let myself fuck you for months. I needed the reprieve,” he rasps. “I’d think about all the ways I wanted to violate you in that pretty dress. The ways I’d dishonor you with my dirty fucking. The sinful ways I’d make you cry my name.”

“Oh.”

He laughs lightly. “Does that make your pussy wet?”

Yes, I want to scream,even though you’re a lying, cheating asshole.

“You’re not tired?” I murmur, inhaling his scent and ignoring the depressive reality that even if Vincent is unfaithful, I have no choice but to accept the farce that my marriage is. I’m a Mafia wife. Divorcing your husband isn’t achievable.

But I won’t accept his infidelity lying down.

I’ll fight. He holds affection for me. He may not love me, but he’ll treat me with respect. I’ll demand it.

I want to cry at the realization that my mother was right. Will my only option be to request he cheat respectfully?

“Come sit on my cock, Bianca.”

My eyes widen, shock flipping me onto my back. “What?”

“You heard me. Let me show you how good riding my hard cock feels.”

Every thought powering through my mind ceases immediately, lust consuming me in a way that has me sitting up.

He groans quietly, tipping his head back, the rough sound catching in his throat. “Fuck. You’re always so eager. Promise me you’ll stay that way forever, hungry for my cock like the greedy little whore I need you to be.”

The way he speaks to me. I push my ass into the mattress, the pressure relieving the buildup pooling below my stomach.

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