Carlo flips me over. “Let’s change that,” he says, lifting one of my legs and resting my ankle on his shoulder.
My other leg wraps around his waist, my heel digging into his ass as he starts thrusting in and out of me. Hitting just the right spot. Over and over again.
“Better than I remember,” Carlo grinds out between clenched teeth. “Your pussy is choking my cock so fucking good.”
I don’t want to hear his voice. I don’t need his filthy mouth setting me off. His hand comes down and closes around my throat. I instantly feel myself getting wetter. He notices it too. His fingers tighten ever so slightly.
“You are mine. This pussy is mine. Till death do us part,” he says.
Till death.I refuse to believe that is the only way out of this marriage. There has to be something else. I just haven’t found it yet.
“Shut up and make me come,” I tell him.
Carlo smirks. “With pleasure.” He picks up his pace, and before I know it, I’m coming. Again. And so is he. His body collapses next to mine.
“Thanks for that. Now get my hands out of this mess.” I hold out my arms to him.
Carlo untangles my wrists and then I climb off the bed, swooping up my phone. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. Post-sex cuddling and pillow talk are not happening here.
I turn on the shower, and while I’m waiting for the water to get warm, my phone lights up with an incoming text.
Unknown:
I have something that will tear your marriage into pieces… Are you ready to pay the price?
Me:
What’s the price?
Unknown:
The man you love…
Chapter Thirteen
Antonia walked into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. I laugh. That lock won’t keep me out if I wanted to get in. But I let her have the space she needs. I know her mind is fucking with her right now.
We needed that, though. I needed to remind her just how good we are together. How good we could be together again. I use the guest bedroom shower, and after changing into a pair ofsweats and a t-shirt, I walk out and find Antonia standing in the empty room.
After everything that happened between us, I’d emptied it completely. I couldn’t keep the furniture. I haven’t really been back in here until this past week. And just to use the bathroom.
“Why is it empty?” she asks me.
My eyes roam up and down her body. She’s changed into a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top.Fuck me, my cock is hard again.
“I was going to redecorate and never got around to it.” I walk past her. I don’t like being in here. It reminds me of the hurt I saw on her face that day. And even though it was for her own good, I hated doing it.
I turn into my office, sit behind the desk, and start up my computer.
“Why?” Antonia follows behind me. Making herself at home as she heads to the wet bar. I watch as she then pours two glasses of Cinque. It’s the best whiskey money can buy. I import it from Australia. We’ve done some business with the De Bellis brothers on occasion. Mostly we just import their whiskey, though.
Antonia walks over to my desk and drops one of the glasses in front of me. “Thanks,” I say, picking it up.
“To short marriages.” She toasts before swallowing the contents of her glass.
“To long lives and longer marriages,” I counter-toast.
She scrunches up her nose. “Why haven’t you redecorated your whore room?”
