Elena’s Point Of View

"Let your husband fuck his lies."

His voice was a snarl, a growl, a promise that slithered into my ears and wrapped around my soul, tightening like a noose. His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, that shattered my thoughts, that left me nothing but feeling… pain, pleasure, need, ruin.

"You?" His voice was dark, possessive, feral. "You take truth on your knees."

And fuck, did I ever.

He kept going, kept hitting that ...