Claimed by My Ex-Husband novel · Chapter 9 of 48

Chapter 9: Mrs. Alcantara

The dress Noelle picked was blue.

Midnight blue silk, long, with thin straps and a low back.

It was beautiful.

I took it out of the closet on Friday night and put it on, because I wanted to know exactly what she had chosen for me.

Angelo was sitting on the bed with his tie off, watching.

He had slept beside me the night before with a hand's width of sheet between us, and in the morning he had made the tea again, better.

I had been angry all day, and somewhere in the afternoon I had stopped being only angry.

I wasn't forgiving him.

I knew the difference by then, because I wanted him anyway, and the two sat in me side by side.

"Come here," I said.

He came.

I turned my back, and he slid the zipper down slowly, a tooth at a time, and pressed his mouth between my shoulder blades.

"This isn't forgiveness," I said.

"I know."

"I'm still angry."

"Be angry," he said against my skin. "Be angry on top of me."

I laughed, a short startled sound, and turned around and pushed him down on the bed.

The silk pooled around my hips.

I got his shirt open with both hands, impatient, and he lay there and let me, his eyes on my face.

I dragged my mouth down his chest, and his stomach went tight under it.

"Tala."

"Quiet."

I got his belt undone and took his cock in my hand, hot and hard, and he swore.

I climbed over him with the dress bunched at my waist, mindful of the boot, and sank my wet pussy down onto him one slow inch at a time.

His head went back into the pillow.

His hands closed on my hips.

"Look at me," I said.

He looked.

I rode him slowly at first, to hear the sounds he made, and then not slowly, my palms flat on his chest and the whole bed knocking the wall.

"Say it," I said.

"I'm sorry."

"Again."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, God, Tala..."

His thumb found my clit as he fucked up into me, and I came apart over him with my forehead against his, saying his name.

He followed a few breaths later, spilling his cum hard inside me, his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth open against my throat.

We lay there in the ruined silk.

He kissed the corner of my eye, where the tears were from the other night, and I let him.

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