Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I…”
“Say them, Naomi.”
“I love you!” I scream as my orgasm hits me and wetness like I’ve never felt before pours out of me and soaks my thighs. But I don’t focus on the embarrassment as I scream, “I love you, Sebastian!”
“Only me?”
“Only you.”
Sebastian fucks me harder as he looks over my shoulder. “Heard that, motherfucker?”
I roll my head back, catching sight of none other than Akira. He stands behind us, watching the show with his usual penetrating gaze. His posture is so still, he can be mistaken for a statue.
Mortification grips me at being watched this way, whether by him or anyone else.
True, my nakedness is fully covered by Sebastian’s body, but still.
He doesn’t stop, though. He fucks me rougher, faster, ripping a moan from deep inside me.
At that moment, no one else matters. Not Akira, not anyone. It’s just me and Sebastian.
I moan his name, riding the pleasure until he empties deep inside me. And then I’m coming again with his name at the tip of my tongue.
Jesus. I’m so depraved.
I just had sex with Sebastian in front of my husband, yet all I feel is the need for more.
38
Sebastian
I stare up in the onyx eyes of Akira fucking Mori.
The man who didn’t only marry my Naomi, but also stayed with her for years.
The man who saw her every day, talked to her every day, touched her every day when I didn’t even know where she was.
Naomi stays limp underneath me as my front covers hers and my cum and her juices drip down her thighs.
Akira snuck up to the porch as I was driving into her and stood there, silent, watching with a slight rise in his brow.
The most logical thing to do would’ve been to stop and hide her from him.
But I didn’t.
He had to see that she only belongs to me.
That she fucking loves me.
That he’ll only ever be a phase in her life. A fucked-up one at that.
She’s mine, neither he nor anyone else will take her away from me again.
After the way she broke down last night, I swore that I’d never leave her to battle the pain alone. I’ll be with her every step of the way.
Until last night, I’d been suffocating with each passing second. I’d been dying and she was the only air I could breathe.
She was taken away for years. Seven. And she spent them by this fucker’s side.
“I’m sorry, should I be clapping right now?” said fucker asks. “Maybe shout a bravo or two.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” I hold on to my calm while wrapping a hand around Naomi’s waist.
“I’m afraid I didn’t come just to leave. As much as I appreciate the voyeuristic shows my wife and I keep giving each other, it’s not the reason I had her followed and came here. We need to go, Naomi.”
“Like fuck she will.”
“We promised to have breakfast with your father, remember?”
Naomi stiffens at the mention of her dad and I stroke my thumb on the wrists that I’m still holding.
“I’m not going,” she whispers.
“Really now? Hitori-san will be upset, and I suppose Mio-chan will have to pay.” He steps closer, then brushes past me to the house. “Come inside whenever you’re ready, Nao.”
Her lips twist when he disappears through the door. “Let me talk to him.”
“I’m going with you.”
She sighs but says nothing as I slide out of her and carry her. Her frail arms wrap around my neck and she buries her head in the nook of my shoulder, releasing a satisfied sound.
I want her to make those sounds for the rest of our lives.
Instead of following the path Akira took, I walk around the house and slip inside through another back entrance.
We go upstairs and I clean her and then myself, making sure the fucker waits until we’re both fully dressed.
I even sit her down in front of a vanity and brush her hair, letting the thick black strands slip through my hands.
Naomi smiles at me through the mirror. “We have to go down, Sebastian.”
“Or we can stay here until he gives up and leaves.”
“Akira? Give up? Those words don’t exist in his perfectionist vocabulary. He’ll just pester us and even come up here.”
“Or I can pummel the fucker’s face against the wall.”
“No. Don’t. He’ll take it personally and make sure you pay ten times worse.” She turns around, forcing me to release her hair as she stands up and strokes my cheek. “Let me do the talking. I’m used to his stupid antics.”
I grunt, but I lead her out of the bedroom.
Akira has made himself at home and has sat down on the sofa as he checks his phone. Naomi stands on tiptoes to see what he’s focused on as a small smirk lifts his mouth.
Upon noticing us, he tucks his phone away and smiles in that fake, political way. “There you are. I thought you went for another round.”