Chapter 5

“Look at you,” he panted, sweat dripping down his neck. “Sweet little bride. Riding your husband’s son like a goddamn whore.”

Shame shot through me, sharp and bright—and I clenched around him harder.

“Yeah,” he muttered darkly, watching my reaction. “You like that.”

“Nathan—please—”

“You wanna come?” he asked, thumb brushing over my clit just enough to make me jolt. “Then ride me properly.”

“Nathan—” I gasped, eyes fluttering shut. ...