I couldn’t bring her into this.

Not on our wedding night.

Lottie’s mouth fell open on a silent gasp, back arching. Her soft hands grasped mine, so unlike Snitch, nails manicured down to the pad. Not the furious, heated scratching I loved.

Fuck. There Snitch was again, crawling up and sliding inside my thoughts.

Lottie reached for my cock again, and I pulled away before I could stop myself. An awkward second passed, my finger still inside her.

“Will it help if I pretend to be her?” she breathed against my lips. “Story.”

My dick twitched at her name. I rubbed my thumb along Lottie’s clit, hoping she didn’t notice.

“It will,” she gasped. “I can feel it.”

“Stop.” I tried to be firm, but my words came out strangled. I worked the finger inside Lottie, trying to turn back time with her moans and gasps, before corruption had sunk inky into our wedding night.

“Does she like one finger or two?” she asked.

I didn’t respond, but she grasped my hard cock. This time I didn’t pull away.

“How many, Gray?” She tightened her grip on me, pumping up and down.

“Lottie—”

“No!” Lottie cut me off, working me harder in a rhythm until I couldn’t think past the pleasure. “How many?”

“She’ll take as many as I give her,” I grated.

Lottie looked me in the eye. “So give her what she deserves.”

We were tumbling down this hill now, too fast to stop it.

“How many does she deserve?” She all but cried her words when I tweaked her clit. I buried my head in her shoulder as she worked me, letting myself get lost in the dark spell Lottie was casting. As Lottie pumped me, I returned the favor, her moans getting discolored, distorted, in Snitch.

“One or two?” Lottie’s soft question was at my ear, urging me to fuck her, fuck my wife while I pretended she was another woman.

“Three,” I growled, sliding two more inside. A sharp gasp slipped from Lottie’s lips. Concern I’d hurt her shattered the moment. I lifted my head, finding her eyes.

“Lottie?”

She grasped my cheeks. “Don’t call me that name.”

I got Lottie off, making her scream, cry, say words I never knew could come out of her mouth. As I came into my wife’s hand and on her thigh, I groaned Snitch’s name into my wife’s shoulder.

Our breaths were heavy. I pushed myself up on my elbows. I’d come in Lottie’s hands, but she was covered on her inner thighs and pussy.

I’d promised her a family, but I was fucking terrified of that sticky substance sinking inside her… Just as quickly as the dark, dirty primal heat that had corrupted us and had made what we’d done okay came, it dissipated. All that was left in its wake was an icy hollowness.

“Lottie—”

“Don’t,” she cut me off, pushing me off at the same time. Lottie slid to the edge of the bed, giving me her back. I could count her breaths by the way the elegant notches in her spine moved.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck. Fuck. That was so not how we should have spent our wedding night. Instead of taking Snitch out of the equation, we’d brought her into our bed.

And I couldn’t stop the dark, fucked-up thought in my head telling her to go clean up. She was my wife, and I’d promised to be loyal to her, so why did I hate the idea of her getting pregnant?

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