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wanted him to take. She wanted him to take her . Then she might be able to find more of the float-away feeling she’d had in the living room, when he’d first torn her clothes.
    Instead she folded her lips shut, biting them, but even that tiny pain didn’t do her any good. She couldn’t hold the words in. “It would serve you right if I’d sucked him off. If I’d fucked him.” She sneered. Goading him wasn’t the smartest move. It was dumb, and one of the most reckless things she’d ever done. She couldn’t stop herself. “What would you do if I’d let him take me up the ass?”
    His neck bulked as tension leapt down through his muscles. The grip at the base of her skull was fierce. He held her tighter, then pulled her up by the hair. She scrambled fast. Her feet flew underneath to support her clumsy body, and her toes splayed in the soft carpet, searching for purchase.
    She only had what he let her have.
    Dash threw her down across the bed so roughly that she bounced. The raw silk comforter was made cool under the constant air conditioning. She let her eyes close for a minute. A second. Was she really letting this happen? Was she really rolling around in this sick game with the husband she meant to leave?
    She was.
    More than that, she was loving every second.
    She even loved how his roughness brought out her reflexes. She kicked backward blindly. The flat of her foot caught him in the upper thigh, right where sharp bone led to his pelvis. So near his groin. He grunted, but he wouldn’t be deterred.
    One of his hands braced the back of her neck, shoving her face into the bed. His other hand came down on her ass. The blow stung.
    “This ass? Did he put his little dick in here?” His fingers stroked and rubbed down the split of her globes, then over the tender pucker where she was still dry. His fingertips circled her with enough pressure that something sick and frozen jolted inside her chest.
    She buried her cry in the comforter. “Fuck off, Liam.”
    “No.” He leaned down over her ear. “ You fuck off. I think that’s the subject at hand. How much of a whore have you been? But you know what, Sunita?”
    She couldn’t answer. She needed all her resolve to keep her hips from bucking the air, moving up into his every touch. She wanted this so much. It was goddamn perverse. Between her teeth she caught a tiny, tasteless snag of the comforter. She’d bought that blanket—picked it all by herself. Liam had been home, but he hadn’t been home . He’d been studying for a recertification with such joyless determination that the home-goods store had seemed like a brilliant place of refuge.
    She managed to collect herself. “What’s that?”
    “It wouldn’t matter.” His fingers moved down from the pucker of her anus. He shoved two fingers in her pussy, then three. Wet sticky noises filled the tense air. “It wouldn’t matter if you’d picked up a new guy every time you flew back. Wouldn’t matter if you let every single one of them take this cute ass.”
    She couldn’t hide the way her breathing was changing and hitching, the way she was so close to coming with the shaking pleasure jammed up her spine. Her bound hands clenched into fists at the small of her back. “You’re goddamn right, it wouldn’t matter,” she managed to grit. “Because I’m still leaving you.”
    “Are you?” His voice was a rough promise. She shouldn’t like it as much as she did, but every cell in her body woke up. She was his, at least while he was paying attention—when he was being real . “Well, then I might as well get what I can.”
    He removed his fingers from her pussy and wiped them casually, almost negligently against the back of her thighs. She shuddered with something close to physical satisfaction. She was debased but she didn’t feel lessened. She felt like he’d marked his territory.
    With a sharp slap, he grabbed her hips. She’d never been one to bruise easily, but she thought his pinching