Page 61 of Temptation

I can't believe you

Fucking prick!

Stop walking away from me! I want to know why you lied!

Because my wife's health is none of your damn concern! You wanted to know why I wouldn't leave her, and I told you. It's not my fault you thought relapse meant drugs.

You didn't fucking correct me though!

Quinn had to agree with Viki at this point. He could have corrected her, but he didn’t. Of course, he didn’t because stepping out on your coke-addicted wife was a lot more reasonable than stepping out on your anorexic wife.

I was protecting her!

“Bullshit,” Quinn murmured.

Protecting her from what?

YOU! Your craziness can be fucking hot, but I wasn't going to give you ammunition to hurt her!

If I hear you say one word to her about her weight, I'll post every video we've ever taken to social media, and all your family and friends will know how much you like to call me Daddy and act like a spoiled teenage brat whose father needs to punish her.

I'm putting you on do not disturb. Fucking behave yourself.

Quinn's stomach rolled in disgust. Not because of the Daddy/Daughter thing, which was pretty standard even if it wasn't her thing, but because of his threats to put the videos up of them to keep her quiet. She was also a little pissed. Joel was very vanilla in their sex life. Quinn enjoyed exploring things and tried to spice things up in the bedroom by bringing toys, blindfolds, restraints, and books for ideas. He had shot them all down except the tiny purple vibrator, which he used on her clit to get her off. He had used it so much that she had to throw it out because she was becoming desensitized to all other sensations.

At this point, Viki was obviously getting drunker, and her texts were her going in circles, calling him a liar and a coward. Many variations of the word “fuck” were used, and eventually, it just became incomprehensible. Quinn quickly scrolled through them until she got to this afternoon. She guessed Viki had gone through the texts she sent Joel, and, when he never messaged to see how she was doing, she realized she made a big mistake.

I'm sorry.

You fucking should be.

I told you to stay home if you couldn't handle seeing me with her.

I didn't think you'd act like a loving husband like that; I was upset! Why aren't you that way with me?

I am a loving husband. She's my wife, and I love her. Just because I'm not in love with her doesn't mean I don't love her as a person and friend.

I don't act that way with you because you are the mistress, and we were in public with my wife, her brother, and her friends, including your husband.

And if that's how you regularly treat your husband, then I'm really glad it's not me, and I feel sorry for Tenn; he fucking deserves better.

Quinn raised her eyebrows in surprise. Joel wasn’t happy with the way Viki treated Tenn. She didn’t believe it was because he felt sorry for him but because he was afraid Tenn was going to pull the plug on his marriage, which would take away a significant amount of Joel’s leverage over Viki.

Tenn deserves what he gets.

But I deserve to be treated better than you treated me last night.

Should I have bent you over the couch and fucked you in front of everyone? Would that have made you happy? Shown them what a greedy little slut you are for how I treat you?

Don't be an ass.

Maybe

You said you loved me! NOT HER!

I do love you. I love fucking you. I love how you let me do whatever I want to you and beg me for more. I can do things with you, my little slut, that I could never do with Quinn because she is my wife, not a little whore who stepped outside her marriage at the first opportunity she was given.

Why are you staying with her if I'm so much better than your wife? And don't give me the whole relapse thing; Tenn told me she has a great support system now.