Delia’s POVI told Noah I had errands. He kissed my cheek and went back to his laptop, completely oblivious, buried in his work, entirely trusting of the woman who shared his name but not his soul. I drove to my father-in-law’s house with my hands tight on the wheel and my cunt already wet, the mere thought of what awaited me inside those walls sending electric shivers straight down between my thighs. Noah was my husband on paper, a safety net, a comfortable illusion of domesticity, but Elliot was the fire that consumed me, the raw, unapologetic addiction that pulsed through my veins.He opened the door before I could even finish knocking, like he had been standing right behind it waiting for the precise second of my arrival. His gaze was dark, intense, and predatory.“Again,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly command that scraped against my nerve endings.“Again,” I breathed, the word a confession and a plea.He pulled me inside by the lapel of my jacket and shut the door with a sha
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