—•MEGAN•—

I pull back and meet Isaac’s gaze. He stares at me, his eyes dark and burning with rage.

“Have you sunk so low that you’d threaten your husband just because he won’t watch another man fuck you?” he snaps, his voice shaking with anger.

I can hear and feel the fury in every word.

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Yes,” I say. “I’m that low.”

I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “And you’d better watch, unless you want me to shred every one ...