72

ALESSANDRO

Seeing Ethan dance with my wife made me want to shoot the motherfucker and get rid of him forever.

But the beating I gave him would have to do. For now. It seemed my aunt was right; I was blind when. But right now, none of it mattered.

Only my wife in my arms, her pussy around my cock. I would never let her go. Annulment was a bullshit excuse. I’d make her love me, stay with me. Forever.

“I’m yours.” Her soft voice and her moans were an addiction. She was my addiction. I thrust inside her, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

It was home; she was home.

She froze, and I instantly followed suit. “What’s the matter, Tesoro?”

Fuck, I hope I wasn’t too rough and hurt her.

“We need a condom,” she breathed.

Resentment swam inside my chest. I was her husband. How many men did she put a condom on? I pushed the thoughts away. She was mine.