LOGIN“You want to know what my little something extra was, Pearl? Our fucking honeymoon. I was nervous you would say no because you just started working and I know what that means to you. But guess what? You don't get to fucking say no now. Not when I found you alone with my son's wet, hard dick," Derek roared into my face, making me yelp as he buckled me in with gentle but unyielding hands before sliding in beside me.I had no comeback for that. My mind raced. All night, I hoped he would come home and prove me wrong. Tell me Jason was a liar. Now here he was, giving me my wish, and I refused to hear him. Worse, he wasn't wrong, was he? He did find me in a compromising position. “Airport,” Derek barked at the driver, his voice hoarse with emotion. After the driver said a hurried, "Of course, Mr. Nelson" and hopped into the driver's seat, the partition rose smoothly without Derek asking for it. I guess we earned that. We sure fucked a lot i
"I woke up with a hangover, having fucked your son. No memory of it. When you said I was just for you after that epic fuck up, I believed you. Didn't see how you were toying with me. Just waiting for another chance to—" I insisted, unable to open my aching heart to the words he was saying. The disappointment, the risk of further heartbreak, was just too severe. He kissed me then, silencing me in a desperate bid to persuade me. Just like when he asked me to offer myself to him downstairs, my body couldn't help but respond. I ached for him. Wanted to kiss him forever. Have him soothe the hurt in me. "We love each other, Pearl. You don't understand. Jason's fucking with your head. Please, don't let him," Derek begged, and my pining heart wanted so badly to give in. But my head said no. I deserved better. "Jason didn't win my virginity in a bet. Didn't taint out marital vows by making me a fucking bet. Some bullshit life lesson for him. Jason didn't fuck me in front of my ex, then
Heavy footsteps thundered up the hall.The door burst open. Still clinging to my dress, my gaze met Derek's in the mirror. For a split second, I was relieved to have my protective, possessive husband standing there, chest heaving violently. Shirt ripped half open, sweat glistening on his throat. All my doing. It used to make me proud. Then I recalled he had been about to hand me over to Jason to fuck. I really am just another whore to you, wasn't I, husband? His eyes were wild. Panic, pain, and raw possession burned in them all at once. He looked like a man who’d run through fire and would do it again. Did he think me that essential to fixing things with Jason? I gasped and spun half away, dress clamping tighter over my breasts. The instinct hit like a slap. I hadn’t hidden from him in many nights. He’d spent night after night worshipping my every curve, every stretch mark, whispering I was perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, his
Pearl's POVI bolted up the stairs, sobs tearing from my throat like they were clawing their way out of my soul. Each step made my calf muscles burn, my heels clicking against cold marble. Again and again, it hit me. Derek had let Jason touch me. Again. In fact, he told him to. Then he’d watched his son’s hands rip my dress away like I was disposable, a toy to be passed around on the night they were supposed to be grieving.The betrayal lodged in my ribs like broken glass. I loved him so fiercely that having him stand there, just watching, made me feel like I would die of humiliation. Even that I allowed, desperate, eager for him to change his mind. Giving him the benefit of the doubt until the very end, as I hoped he would give me after finding me with Jason, as he did. I must have gone temporarily mad, even considering letting Jason fuck me again. But all that went out the window when my husband finally came home. So I held out for him, as I had hoped he would for me. Begged h
"Devil. Beast. Demon," Pearl cried even harder, tears that pleased the darkest, most possessive parts of me.Her chest heaved from heavy breaths and desperate sobs as she started riding me despite slapping my chest."Liar. Traitor. You fucking broke my trust," she hurled at me, but I was done hurting. I fucked her back, deep and brutal, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks."You're fucking me anyway, aren't you wife? Fucking good cunt," I rasped, driving up into her with every ounce of love, frustration and grief I could muster. “You’re mine to do with as I please,” I growled. “Mine alone.”She acknowledged me reluctantly, her voice breaking with every dominating thrust. “I’ll fuck your son if that’s what you want. If that’s what you need to love me. I can’t help how much I love you, Derek, but it might turn to hatred if you make me do this. I don’t think I could survive having him, having any other man inside me,
Pearl kissed me back, her body responding instinctively to my touch. She said she wanted me and it was plain to see, but my wife was reluctant. Stiff. Uncertain. My chest ached with fresh fear that I had missed my only chance to fix things between us. I grew even more desperate, reclaiming her with rough hands and deep, possessive kisses. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lena slinking back into the room like nothing had happened. I groaned into my wife's mouth in relief. She hadn't betrayed me. Of course she hadn't. Whatever happened when we woke up in bed with Jason, I had a sneaking suspicion that hadn't been her idea either. God Pearl, don't hate me. The last thing in the world I want is to whore your perfect, tight holes out to anyone. Once, the night I took you to a sex club, I thought we might swing or have a threesome or something. The idea died that night. I fucking hated people even looking at you, nevermind touching you. I still do, baby girl. Dadd
“Derek, wait,” I pleaded with a gasp, but my hips rolled greedily, chasing the pleasure he was once more offering me.The issue of him saying he paid for me slipped my mind completely as his fingering sped up. “No waiting,” he murmured, his husky voice charismatic and possessive, even as he made m
Something ugly flashed in Jason's eyes as he watched his father breed the girl he’d used for three years. Was it anger? Revulsion? Sadness? Was he even a little upset? He got to his feet. A pang went through my chest, thinking he was about to leave. Reject me. Like everyone had. My whole life. Eve
And we were fucking again. I let out a sigh of relief. It hurt like a bitch when he slammed into me. Then the pain gave way to pleasure and my greedy cunt was hooked once more. "Damn it, that's incredible," I croaked, then clawed into his shoulders to hang on for what was coming. Had I not been i
My head throbbed like a drumline gone rogue, mouth dry and cottony. "God, please make it stop," I groaned, holding on to my aching head, then flinching at the soreness between my thighs. It was the kind of hangover that made me swear off alcohol forever, until the next time. I squeezed my eyes sh







