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I’d never heard him speak in such a way before, his words so blunt and cruel His voice was rough-edged, not the flat, even tone to which I was accustoripped me with such intent, never fucked me that way either I hadn’t even known you could

But I was not like this woure was unlike mine She was tall and lean, with a very ample bosom and a small behind I was petite and curvy, round hips and bottom and yet my breasts were much smaller Had he chosen her to fuck because she was the antithesis of e in hi? I had to assume the ansas yes

John only took ht of the lantern beside the bed casting a soft glow to the roo He just pressed s and pushed inside me without any preamble He did breathe hard, but only when he spent his seed, the exertion froor he applied now He never perspired, never groaned When done, he’d tug own back down, pull the covers over me and roll over onto his side to sleep I would be sore and unfulfilled, seed sticky on hs and the bed beneath me

This woman, she was not unfulfilled The way she shifted and circled her hips, the way her skin gloith a sheen of perspiration, the way she was panting and chanting yes, yes, yes over and over again, it was quite obvious that she was enjoying herself I’d never enjoyed myself with John, never felt the same abandon, the obvious desire this woman did at my husband’s hands, or cock The way sheeven as John continued to pound into her, I kne I’d never come before

I wascheated of this kind of deep and dark—and pleasurable—connection between two people than the fact thatit with so for some time, but not who he did it with, or where I’d certainly not expected this

I wanted this I wanted soers in my hair and yank my head back I wanted someone to take ht pink on my bottom I wanted passion

The front door slammed, which made me jump

“Marie!” A man’s voice bellowed from below

John’s motions stilled, his cock deep inside the woman as she whipped her head toward the door Her eyes widened in surprise and panic

“It’s my husband!” she hissed, but couldn’t move, tied as she was to the bed and John behind her

Theas if he took the so hard it slaasped, then bitman stood in the doorway Dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was slicked back with sweat, beads of it dripping down his te hard, as if he’d run all the way across town He wasn’t a farmer or a laborer, but a well-to-do , and John wouldn’t have taken a low-class un in his hands proved that and I bit ain to stifle the panic that wanted to slip out Proved that he was a little insane, too Mad with jealousy? I felt ridiculed and ashae at being discovered a cuckold

John pulled out of the woman—Marie—and turned on his knees toward the other man His cock was red and swollen and shiny with the wo tied, but she tipped onto her side and pulled her knees up to try to hide She was like a child who covered their eyes and thought they could not be seen Herto hide her nakedness or the view of her used pussy Her crime, and John’s, was indisputable

“Neil,” she cried, her eyes widening John put his hands up as if to ward theWhat was there to say?

Neil narrowed his eyes as his chest heaved There was no hesitation, no deliberation He shot John square in the chest

The sound reverberated in the room and I covered my mouth with my hand to cover my cry of surprise Blood bloomed on his chest and John put his hands over the hole He only looked down at the wound before he fell to his side, dead I was not the doctor, but I knew a shot to the heart would make death instantaneous Marie screamed and pleaded with her husband as she shuffled up onto her knees and tugged at the bonds that held her trapped Instead of a playful gaht where Neil wanted her when he shot her, too Once, then twice

I barely breathed, un I didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid he’d see me and come after me next Neil stood and looked at the bodies for a few seconds Maybe a minute I had no idea of time I just re he couldn’t hear the frantic beat of my heart Surely, he’d shoot me too if I was discovered While he had reason for his actions, it was still cold-blooded murder He took a deep breath, then another, then spun on his heels, stomped down the steps and out the door The quiet left in his as just as deafening as the gunshots

My legs quivered, then folded I slid down the wall to the floor, a crumpled, wilted heap My hands shook and I tried to keephbors found e no longer hidden Instead, they were naked and dead in my own bed

CHAPTER TWO

Luke

Denver, Colorado

December 1885