Caroline I tried to act normal the next morning. I cooked, smiled when David came home, and let him kiss and touch me as if nothing had changed. But every time his hands touched my body, I thought about Marcus and Ryan. How much rougher they had been. How much deeper they had gone. How they had left me shaking, breathless, and feeling so full. The hunger only got worse. On Thursday David left for a late shift. He would be gone until after midnight. I was alone in the house. I told myself I would take a bath and go to bed early. Instead I sat on the couch in a short dress with nothing underneath, staring at my phone. My phone lit up with a new notification. “You alone?” I stared at the message for a long time before I answered. “Yes.” Twenty minutes later, he arrived at my door. He didn't smile or say a word. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and pushed me against the wall. “I hope that husband of yours is gone,” Marcus said, glancing toward the living room. I d
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