CHAPTER 3: f****d BEFORE MY HUSBAND
LENA’S POV
The drive back to my place was a blur.
Damon’s hand was on my thigh the whole time, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin, inching closer and closer to my p***y.
By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was a trembling mess, my body aching for him again.
My husband, Mark, was waiting in the living room when we walked in. He was sprawled on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes dark with anticipation.
He’d known I was going out. Known what I was after. And the horny look on his facetold me he’d been waiting for this moment all night.
“Well?” Mark asked, his voice rough as he took in my disheveled state—my smudged lipstick, my dress still hitched up, the hickeys already blooming on my neck.
I smirked, walking over t
