Ivan
“Is it fun?” A cold voice cut through the silence, catching my attention. I raised my head up, meeting Mia’s blazing eyes on my body. I arched a brow, moving my phone away from my face.
“Is what fun?” I shot back, crossing my legs on the sofa. She strolled towards me, her shoes clicking on the marble floor loudly. Who the fuck wears shoes, and dresses in a skimpy dress just to stay home?
“Is it fun…” She drawled, her eyes dimming in disdain as she paused in my front, “fucking my husband?” She completed through gritted teeth.
No. There’s nothing fun having the bastard fuck me into exhaustion. My body were covered in red marks left behind by his sadistic bondage fetish. It was only the second day of fucking Cristiano, and I already lost count of how many times he has taken me. He was more active on bed than he let on. I hate him. I hate how he made me submit to him. I hate how my body reacts to his touch. I hate the shivers that ran down my body each time he stared at me with t
