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“Yes. You’ve suffered enough. We have. And what you did…turning over your investments to the people you’ve taken advantage of…that’s the man I love. That’s the man my heart recognizes, beat for beat. I forgive you. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I’m made of love for you. Every piece of me.” Color begins to return to his face and he seems to take the first breath I’ve heard since waking up. “I’m not dreaming?”

I shake my head and burrow myself into him, my soul rejoicing when his arms band around me like they’ll never let me go—and I know they won’t. Neither will he. “It’s all real. As real as us.”

Epilogue

Matthew

Five Years Later

I walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.

When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I’ve caught her in the act once again, have I?

Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Kaylee on the bed. She’s lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her virginity. The video started as something we never wanted to think about again. But after accidentally stumbling on it last year while clearing out storage on an old computer, Kaylee found it. She played it alone in our home office, expecting it to make her angry. Or sad.

It turned her on, instead.

Big time.

Now I catch her watching it when she thinks I’m not home, her fingers busy in her panties, watching me pop her cherry on the television, my grunts and filthy words echoing in the confines of our bedroom. On the screen, my ass pumps roughly between her spread legs, that little pussy squeaking while red moisture tracks down her inner thighs.

Now, she’s topless on the bed in pink silk boy shorts, rubbing herself out, hips shifting and twisting on the king-sized mattress. I could search the earth for a million years and never find a sight more arousing than my wife fingering herself to our homemade sex tape. Never. Her breath quickens, her heels digging into the comforter, thighs starting to tremble.

“Your favorite part is coming up,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

When my sudden appearance in the room doesn’t seem to surprise her, I know she saw me arrive home. I know she’s putting on this show for me on purpose—and I’m a grateful man. My wife is a certified fuck princess. She can’t keep her hands and mouth and pussy off my cock. Which works really, really well, because I’m addicted out of my fucking mind to this woman.

They don’t make rehabilitation for the kind of dependency we share.

Neither one of us wants to be cured, either.

Five years ago, with half of my fortune still intact, I stepped down as CEO of Borden Enterprises. I’m still a board member, but I leave the day to day operations to managers. There is simply no way to work around the clock and maintain my sanity when I have Kaylee at home. Being away from her makes me lose my mind, one second at a time—and she doesn’t do well being separated from me, either—so I travel into the city three days a week for meetings, then come straight home. Where I belong. Where I can fuck my wife, lose myself in her beauty and dig deeper into our spell. Deeper and deeper with every year we’re together.

We’re insatiable. Inseparable. Obsessed.

It’s our life and we covet every moment together.

Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I go toward the bed, glancing between the scene taking place on the screen and the live show happening in our bed—and it’s no contest. Real, flesh and bone Kaylee wins, hands down. The pink silk of her panties is soaked and she’s moaning, thighs spread, working her clit with two eager fingers, her eyes glazed, unfocused.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

My heart tumbles over itself. “No more trips into the city until Friday,” I vow, removing my shirt. Unzipping my pants and pressing down on top of her half naked body, savoring the twin groans of relief that we release. Home. This our home. Together. Forever. “Do you enjoy watching me beast-fuck my little virgin?”

A tremble courses through her. “Yes.”

“Why?”

I’ve asked her this a million times, but I love the answer. I crave the answer. So I’ll probably continue posing it over and over until I die. “Because I knew you loved me even then. I knew I loved you, too. What you did was beastly, but it was also necessary and right.”

Beastly, but necessary and right.

A fair description of our marriage.

We have no contact with her family. I told her father if he ever called again, I would slit his throat where he stood. I also told him that if Kaylee decides to call him, she better hang up the phone with a smile on her face. Or I’d end him. So far, she hasn’t made any move to reconnect with her parents. Then again, when do I give her the chance? If she’s not working on her dollhouses in the studio downstairs, I’m nailing her to the bed.