"You think a few finger-fucking will make me forget what you did to me. Then go ahead and have a field day, but I won't make a sound.” The words barely made it out of her mouth when he drove deep into her, and her hips bucked viscerally.

  Fuck, this wasn't Bee, the wife he knew would have been screaming for more of his touch by now.

  However, she maintained an expressionless demeanor even as he pinched a nub in her walls.

  She was fighting back hard, with her toes curled, her fist clenched up, her lips pressed shut, and her eyes staring into space.

  Safe for the soaking wetness...