Meadow’s POV: CRACK!The first slash of the belt on my skin drew out a loud gasp from my throat. And like before, the pain slowly dulled down and transformed into a pleasure that had me whimpering.I fisted my hands into the sheets as Alaric ran his palm over the sore spot, and then, before I realized what was happening, he tore through the middle of my panties.Alaric let out a satisfied hum, running a finger down the middle of my ass, now exposed after the tearing. He paused over the tight hole, circling his finger around it.I started to jerk forward but Alaric was quick to grab my hip in a firm grip so I couldn't move. “Alaric…” My voice shook. This was a new territory for me. I wasn’t sure I could—“Relax, baby,” he murmured. “I’m not going to claim this pretty hole of yours. At least not today,” he added as his voice went deeper. I whimpered, burying my face into the sheets as a breath of relief escaped me.“You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question. When I didn’t say anything, he
Meadow’s POV: “I-I…” I stuttered, trying and failing to form words. I definitely did not think this through. “Alaric…”I sat up on my elbows, my throat thickening as he pulled away from me. His eyes left mine again and returned to the receipt. I could practically see his expression getting darker with every second he spent looking at that paper.When I’d first read it, it hurt, because it felt like a direct message to me—and at the end of the day, our marriage really wasn’t serious.But now, the look in Alaric’s eyes made me wish I could turn back the hands of time and shred the paper. “Don’t make me ask again, Meadow.” Alaric being calm at this moment scared me so much. “It’s nothing,” I whispered quickly. “It’s nothing, okay? Just a stupid receipt. I was at a restaurant earlier today and some waiter wrote it and…”I trailed off, realizing that speaking about it was only making the situation worse.Alaric ran his palm along his jaw, rising to his full height. “Some waiter,” he e
Meadow’s POV: I’d wanted to leave Alaric flustered but I was the one who ended up feeling hot all over. The only sound in my ears right now was my heavy breathing as I slid my fingers down the fabric of my bra, between my breasts.My nails grazed over the skin of my stomach as they made their way to my panties.‘Touch yourself with your panties on.’ The perfect punishment. Alaric wanted me to practically edge myself and not concede to my fingers. How was I going to do this without going completely mad?I could barely take it when he edged me with the vibrator. Then again, my fingers were nothing compared to that.I knew he was watching me. Maybe his phone was in his hand as West drove him home. Heat pooled between my thighz, soaking up my panties as I remembered what he had said to me just minutes ago.Alaric wanted to fuck me while Tyler watched. And I didn't think that would ever be a fantasy of mine until he voiced it out. I’d been so stunned at first, but then, a shiver ran down
Alaric’s POV: When I took my phone out of the pocket of my jacket, I didn’t know what I was expecting. But it was definitely not a photo of my wife in a pink lingerie set.Fuck. Me.I couldn’t see her face as her back was facing the camera. Meadow was holding her hair up casually, but her ass was the main fucking meal. Barely covered by the pink scrap of material, her big, bubble butt just fucking… stared at me. Inviting me to have a taste.My teeth scraped over my bottom lip as I trailed my finger over her figure on the screen. The photo was daring. Maybe a little too daring.Which was why I opened the surveillance feed on my laptop and went straight to her room. Meadow was standing by her bed, running a hand through her hair and… fucking biting her nails from nervousness, and it seemed she wasn’t even aware she was doing it until she just stopped all of a sudden as if she’d only realized.Meadow was too innocent to pull this off—although, I did appreciate the effort. I was going to
Meadow’s POV: All afternoon and even into the evening, I couldn’t get Yvonne’s words out of my mind. The moment I got home, I decided to distract myself with some school preparations. I connected with another girl who was also going to attend the online classes and we went back and forth with discussions.But still, Yvonne and Alaric lingered in my mind.This shouldn’t have been affecting me this much, but I was tired of ignoring and denying the fact that I was deeply affected by my husband. And that I wanted him to be mine and mine alone.Not Yvonne’s. Or Clarissa’s.Just… mine.I couldn’t question him about his time spent with Clarissa in Vegas, because I wasn’t supposed to know that. I wasn’t supposed to know Clarissa the way I did, so it would just be suspicious to him.All I could do was act out.Which was why I was asking Mel for Alaric’s phone number.She looked at me like I had just said something crazy—which I had. Because how on earth did I not have Alaric’s phone number?“
Meadow’s POV: All the breath escaped my lungs.Together.In.Vegas.They were together in Vegas and she asked him to let her go? Right after Alaric had picked a fight with me and made me feel stupid for wanting my sister to be released?I had never seen Alaric get drunk before, but he did with Yvonne. And he told her things that he wasn’t supposed to.To the public eye, Alaric was supposed to be in love with me. And that included Yvonne and his family. Getting drunk with his ex was not only disrespectful, but embarrassing.Did they… Did he touch her? Fuck her?Bile rose up my throat.No. He wouldn’t do that.“Oh god, Meadow…” Yvonne whispered, slamming her palm over her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. I thought he must’ve mentioned it to you already.”For a moment, I was quiet. My insides were raging, but I maintained a calmness I didn’t know I was capable of. I picked up my drink, and took the first sip.I swallowed, holding the glass up to glare into it. I hated it. I hated the taste of