Bella felt split open, claimed, utterly and completely owned in that moment.
Her legs shook uncontrollably, thighs quivering around his hips, and a fresh flood of slick heat gushed around his buried shaft as her body finally surrendered completely to the man who had just ruined her for anyone else.
There was no doubt in Bella's mind that her husband would certainly know the difference the moment he fucked her again.
Sebastian would feel it immediately—the way her body had been irrevocably changed, stretched and molded to another man's shape.
She dreaded that inevitable moment, the accusation in his eyes when he realized she was no longer the same tight, faithful wife he'd married.
But right now, in this stolen, sweat-drenched instant, Ross was doing something that made her forget Sebastian entirely.
Pak.
Pak.
Pak.
The sharp, wet slap of skin on skin filled the dim hotel room as Ross suddenly shifted gears.
