JENETA’S POV“Beautiful, darling,” he murmured, roughly. “Even when you’re trying not to fall apart.” I hated how deep down, my body craved this. His touch. His kiss. His relentless control. While I writhed beneath him, my breath still ragged, he climbed over me. His strong, muscled arms caged me in, pinning me beneath his weight. He took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him, his face still smeared with the evidence of my orgasm. And then, the unbearable words fell from his lips. “Your husband was worried you wouldn’t get wet,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “But we both know just how wet you are, don’t we?” The shame of his words sent heat rushing through me, but I couldn’t speak, still catching my breath as he shifted lower. He raised my legs, spreading them apart effortlessly, and his gaze dropped between. “So goddamned wet,” he muttered, almost to himself, as the head of his cock brushed against my entrance. “Wait!” I gasped, my hands flying to his a
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