Chapter 5
“Look at you,” he panted, sweat dripping down his neck. “Sweet little bride. Riding your husband’s son like a goddamn whore.”
Shame shot through me, sharp and bright—and I clenched around him harder.
“Yeah,” he muttered darkly, watching my reaction. “You like that.”
“Nathan—please—”
“You wanna come?” he asked, thumb brushing over my...