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Maybe he’ll hurry up here and punish me.

Maybe he’ll throw me against the bathtub, bend me over, and smack my ass.

Maybe he’ll tie me to a chair and tease me with his cock. Forcing his monster thickness into my mouth and down my throat. Leaving me unable to breath. Testing my gag reflex.Make me throw up again.

My toes curl tight in the hot water.

Corbin doesn’t respond.

I drain the water from the bathtub, get dressed and go out onto the balcony.

I stand there, my hands gripped on the railing.

I picture Corbin showing up right now, ripping my pants and panties off and fucking me right here, just like this. For the world to see. For the world to hear.

That’s when I close my eyes and I take a long, deep breath.

That’s when reality sets in. When truth breaks through my wall of desire and lust.

Of course I love Chad. I never lied to him. At least not until Corbin showed up. I could have stopped everything that very day. But I didn’t. My choice. My needs. My desires. Corbin ignited them with one touch.

So, yeah, I love two men at the same time. But differently. Much differently.

Chad is… he’s just… he’s a safe bet.

He’ll give me a good, safe life.

Corbin though?

It’ll be hell. But it’ll be heaven in the bedroom.

I can’t do it anymore though.

I can’t live like this.

I can’t end up forced into some treatment center because my fiancé thinks I want to hurt myself.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fuck.”

I open my eyes and my vision is blurry from the tears.

One thing I know for sure right now?

Someone is going to get hurt.

Chapter 42

Corbin

Of courseI’m going to break into my Katie girl’s house and snoop around while nobody is home.

I’ve got the timing down perfectly and know just how to do it without getting caught. I can avoid all the cameras and nobody will ever suspect a thing.

Bypass all this technology and still manage to get to her bedroom and steal a pair of panties for my personal use.

Jerking off into her panties is a temporary high. Worthy of a picture to send to her to make her cunt soaked. And she knows better than to touch herself without my permission either. So it’s the allure of knowing her cunt is wet and her hips are begging to be touched, yet she can’t do it.

Today is the third time I’m in the house.