Too Late To Love Your Mute Wife

e freezing water hit his back. He braced his h

ot the warmth of the alcohol. It was a sharp, burning sensation tha

he water off completely. He stood in the dripping

vy, thick fog began to cloud his brain. He recognized

tightly around his waist. He shoved the bathroom do

was standing by the bed, pulling the

ut and grabbed the back of her neck. His fingers

d her body, her eyes wide with pure terr

center of the massive mattress, her body bo

r open so hard it nearly fell off its tracks. He reached

condoms with a b

narrowing as he inspected the shiny foil wrapp

was a tiny, almost invis

led by the strange chemical fire in his system and the physical evidence in his hand. The herbal detox blend she had made had never reac

at Aubree's face. It hit her cheek

ng the windows. "You spike my drink and poke holes in the p

keeper lingering in their bedroom that morning, supposedly dusting the nightstands. The realization hit her like a freight train-Genevieve had planted

ard. She raised both hands, shaking her h

nd the unexpected chemical reaction from the herbs was completely taking over

the mattress. He grabbed both of her wrists in one han

her down completely. The weight of his

s face buried in the crook of her neck. "F

r temples and soaking into the pillowcases. She sho

f her silk nightgown. He pulled his fist back

ng in the quiet room. The cold air hit he

re her. He forced himself into he

hrough her lower body, tearing her apart. Her mouth opened wide

e rhythm. The drug drove his actions, tu

the wall with every thrust, creating a rhy

he skin broke. The metallic taste of hot blood filled her mouth, but she ke