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“Who do you belong to?” Not waiting for an answer, I moved her panties to the side, plunging two fingers into her. “Who does this pussy belong to, Gretal? Who do you belong to?”
Her breathing was becoming erratic her fingernails scratching at the door as I fucked her with my fingers. I wanted it to be my cock inside of her, desperately. But I wanted her to admit she was mine more.
“Answer me, Gretal,” I growled out.
“You.” Her voice was nothing but a whimper.
Her body moved against my hand, rubbing her mound against the heel of my hand as I flicked my fingers inside of her.
I knew what Gretal liked, I knew how to get her off. I always had.
“Who owns you, Gretal? Your heart, your mind, your fucking orgasms?”
“You, please, Hansel.” She was losing control and I loved it.
I increased my pace, holding her firm. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but that just added to the excitement. If we were caught then the game was over.
I knew she was going to cum before her moans started. Her core clenched around me, tightening around my fingers. Slanting my lips over hers I swallowed down the sounds she made. And they were everything. After years of being apart, she was finally succumbing to me again. And it was everything I had wanted and more, and yet not nearly enough.
Stepping away, I slipped my hand from her panties. Not taking my eyes away from her, I sucked those two glistening fingers into my mouth, lapping up her juices.
“You're mine, Gretal. Remember that when you share another man's bed tonight.”
Chapter Eleven
Gretal
Lying in bed with a man who wasn’t Hansel, when I could still feel the wetness of my orgasm against my panties was pure torture. It didn’t matter that Gio wasn’t touching me, simply being next to him felt like a betrayal.
All of these years apart and I was still worried about betraying my marriage vows. Sure there had been other people, for both of us, but that was because we were apart. Being back under the same roof as him was bringing up feelings that I thought I had buried. And I was good at that. Burying my feelings for him. When I had been forced to work at The Candy House, when I had been forced to sell my body, I had turned my feelings of love into those of hate. I had thought he had forsaken me, but then he came back. He had literally knocked me off my feet again, like some avenging hero and made it all better, and all the hatred evaporated. Because I loved him.
I had always loved him and I always would.
“You seem tense, Gretal?” Gio’s voice spoke from the darkness. I hadn’t even realised he was awake, let alone looking at me. Gio’s smooth manicured hands touched my skin where my tee had risen up and I stiffened. I didn’t want him touching me. Not because he wasn’t a handsome man, but because he wasn’t Hansel.
“I’m fine, sorry if I woke you.” My voice was tense because I was tense. I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be curled up naked and sweaty next to my husband.
“You didn’t wake me, Gretal. I'm tense too. A lot has gone on recently. We could both probably use some stress relief.” Gio’s hands dipped lower.
I should have pushed him away, I knew that, but I was frozen in place. I knew what he was talking about, what he had in mind.
“Ah.” Gio’s fingers brushed between my legs and then retreated. “I see.”
I turned my head in the darkness. “What do you see?”
“You have already had a bout of stress relief?” With a sigh, Gio flung an arm across his eyes. “Hansel or someone else?”
I didn’t get the chance to answer.
“Hansel, then. Gretal, you really are playing with fire. Hansel…” He shook his head. “Really?”
What could I say to that? Nothing. So I kept silent.
“If anyone had seen you with him then our little ruse would be over, Gretal. I thought you were down with the plan. I thought...”
I didn’t let him finish. “He's my husband.” My voice was ragged.
Gio chuckled. “You want to be with him. When this is all over, you want to go back to him?” There was something in his voice that startled me. A kind of pain I didn’t understand. I knew Gio didn’t have feelings for me. He might be attracted sexually to me but that was it, so the pain in his voice didn’t make sense.
