TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 38

CHAPTER 25: SLAPPING HIM–2

“Against the window,” I pant into his mouth. “Right fucking now.”

He doesn’t speak. He just growls and walks me backward until the icy glass kisses my

shoulder blades.

An hour ago we were teasing, flirting, pretending we weren’t dying for this. Now there’s no pretending left.

Knox twists me around so I’m facing the dark, snow–drenched mountains, the moon painting everything silver.

Our reflection stares back: me in nothing but his shirt, n*****s already pebbled and pushing against the thin fabric, him looming behind me like a Goddessdamn predator.

His chest is heaving, his jaw tight, his eyes black with want. He looks like he wants to devour me whole and I want to let him.

“That little slap you gave Gale,” he rasps against my ear, breath hot, voice filthy, one hand sliding up my stomach under the shirt, rough palm dragging over my skin, “watching my good girl finally bare her teeth.”

His fingers find my breast, rolling my n****e between them until I whimper.

“I almost dragged you against the counter and fucked you raw in front of him so he’d know who you belong to.”

His fist knots in my hair, yanks my head back until my throat is bared and my back arches

hard.

Teeth sink into my neck, sharp, perfect pain that shoots straight to my clit. I’m already soaking, already clenching around nothing, already desperate.

“Do it now,” I beg, voice shredded. “Fuck me where anyone could look up and see. Bruise me. Use me. Make me feel you for days.”

His eyes go molten in the reflection. “You want to be my dirty little girl pressed against this glass, baby? Want the whole fucking mountain to watch me split this pretty p***y open?”

“Yes–please-”

He rips the shirt over my head, leaves me completely naked, skin prickling against the freezing window.

My n*****s harden instantly, aching, begging for his mouth. Knox fists my hair again, jerking my head to the side so I’m forced to watch us in the glass while his other hand shoves his

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CHAPTER 25: SLAPPING HIM–2

“Yes–fuck–yes-”

He yanks my hair harder, arching me until I’m staring at the ceiling, throat exposed, tears of pure overwhelmed pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.

I can feel every inch of him dragging against my walls, hitting spots I didn’t know existed, the head of his c**k kissing my cervix with every deep stroke.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, forcing my head back down so I see us again.

And Goddess, the sight–my t**s smashed against the glass, my mouth open and panting, tears starting to roll, and behind me Knox with his jaw clenched and his abs flexing with every thrust, muscles rippling as he rails me into the window.

“p***y dripping down your thighs, getting railed like a filthy exhibitionist whore. Anyone could look up right now and see how perfectly you take my c**k. You’d let them watch, wouldn’t you? You’d come harder knowing they’re jealous.”

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