An invitation

Tiana POV

I didn't have a kink of listening to my husband get nasty with another woman, I just needed something to clear every ounce of affection I felt for him and cement every decision to leave.

Two years of her calling me every time Genova and her got tangled in sheets.

Every time, I received the call and listened.

I fucking listened to every moan he made, every grunt, every sound of his betrayal.

Tonight, it was the same.

I could still hear them – the wet sounds of their skin against each other, their moans, her name on his lips like a prayer…Only that I didn't just listen, I made my presence…well from the other side of the call… known.

"Is it fun or funny Hailey? Does knowing I am listening make you ride his cock faster or come faster?" I sneered, my voice echoing through the speaker.

Genova made a sound of being shocked.

"Fuck! Is that Tiana?" He asked no one in particular.

"What's happening?" He added and although I didn't know how to prove it, I knew he was just faking it.

He was faking shock.

Would he fake guilt when he came home?

"Don't let me disturb your fun." I said, then hung up before he could say anything else.

Standing by the kitchen counter with a glass of wine in my hand and silence echoing through the space, a slow self mockery smile bloomed on my lips.

I was indeed the most pathetic woman the world has ever seen.

It's been two years of this silence, two years of a marriage that looked perfect from the outside and felt like slow suffocation from within.

I poured myself another glass of wine after gulping the first one.

My mind kept going back to every sound they made.The wet slide of skin, his moans, her name in his mouth like she was something sacred.

Hailey.

That was the name of my husband's bitch.

He said it like a prayer and I stood on the other end of that call collecting every syllable like evidence, like punishment.

I set the glass down before I threw it.

Then Roman's voice crawled into my head.

“What has being a good wife benefitted you Tiana? You're nothing but a joke among his circle.”

Those were the words he had said last week, leaning against the kitchen doorframe in nothing but grey sweatpants.

His eyes were on me with that look he never bothered to disguise. The look that made my skin feel two sizes too small.

I had told him to go to hell but Roman had smiled like I'd said something adorable.

The thing about Roman was that he didn't pretend. He didn't dress his intentions up in politeness or hide desire behind decency.

If he wanted something, his eyes would pass that message and he didn't apologise for any of it.

He had looked at me like that from the beginning when I married his brother and I hated how much I noticed.

What I hated more was how my body did with the information.

I moved to the couch and sat there.

The man I was suddenly thinking of was out. Probably buried between some woman's thighs right now and adding another body to that collection he didn't bother hiding.

That was Roman…messy and unapologetic.

He lived out loud in ways his brother never had the spine to.

I should have gone to bed like I did in the past when I realised my husband wasn't coming home.

Instead I sat there and let my mind do the thing it had been doing more lately; think about Roman.

My mind wandered to his hands —- those ink-covered arms and thick digits.

I had watched them wrap around glasses severally and thought things I had no business thinking about a man who was my brother-in-law.

I imagined those big palms coming down hard on my ass and my thighs pressed together.

The heat between my thighs became impossible to ignore.

Genova was across the city with his tongue down Hailey's throat while I was here, alone, starved and my dirty mind consumed with thoughts of my brother-in-law.

My hands trembled as I pushed my robe aside, releasing my breasts.

They felt heavy, nipples already hard.

My sleek core throbbed, aching and I hadn't even touched myself.

My hand drifted down my stomach, trembling. When my fingers brushed my clit, I gasped.

"Oh God…" the moan slipped past my lips, breathless.

My hips jerked forward, seeking more.

As I circled my clit slowly, I imagined Roman hands.Those thick fingers wrapped around me and inside me.

My fingers moved faster,a soft moan tearing past my lips.

My hips moved on their own, grinding and chasing something I'd been denied for too long.

Heat pooled low in my belly and I pinched my nipple hard, crying out at the sharp pleasure mixed with pain.

"Roman..." I called, my head thrown back in ecstacy.

I slid one finger insíde my wet sleek hole, my walls clenching around it greedily.

I added another one, stretching my walls and imagining Roman’s cock inside me.

Would it be thicker? Would he be gentle? Or would he take what he wanted? Use me like his greedy slut

I pumped deeper, curling my fingers to find that spot.

"Yes—oh fuck, yes…"

My thumb found my clit as I heard Roman’s imaginary voice whispering into my ears.

“Show me how badly you need it."

My breath came in gasps, the wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out filling the room.

"Please... please..."

I pleaded as I imagined Roman behind me, his body caging mine against the wall and that thick cock sliding inch by inch.

I pumped my fingers hard and fast, my thumb pressing firm circles on my clit.

My moans turned to whimpers, then sharp cries.

"Roman Oh God, Roman!" I cried.

Then without warning, the sound of the door being opened echoed.

I didn't stop, I couldn't stop.

"Holy shit, Tiana." A low guttural voice sounded at the entrance.

I opened my eyes and there he was.

Roman stood at the edge of the sitting room, eyes on me like he had forgotten how to look anywhere else.

He dropped his car keys on the side table without looking away from me.

His gaze dragged down to my glistening fully displayed flower then back to my face.

"That pussy is drenched.Is that an invitation?"