“Jesus Christ, Lila,” he groaned, palming her tits through the thin silk. “You’re wearing her fucking slip?”

“I wanted to feel like I was really stealing you,” she whispered, voice shaking with lust and shame. *I’m wearing my sister’s lingerie while I fuck her husband. I’m completely ruined.*

He carried her to their bedroom like she weighed nothing. The sight of Elena’s neatly made bed, her perfume lingering in the air, and the framed wedding photo on the nightstand sent a fresh wave of filthy guilt through Lila.

Rhys threw her down on the bed, right in the middle of their marital sheets. He stripped quickly, his massive cock slapping...