My p***y clenches at the words. At the implication.
He guides me backward toward the bed. Each step brings the moment closer – the moment when I stop being just Marcus’s wife and become something else entirely.
My calves hit the mattress. Derek presses me down, laying me across the white sheets like an offering. He finishes removing my bodysuit with practiced efficiency, peeling away the lace until I’m naked except for the thigh-highs and heels.
“Leave those on,” Marcus calls from his corner, his voice rougher than usual.
Derek grins. “Whatever you say, cuck.”
The word sends a shock through my body. I look at Marcus – expecting hurt, anger – but instead I see something I’ve never witnessed before. My husband is crying. Tears streaming down his face while he unzips his pants, pulls out
