"Moan for me, Professor," Alex whispered hotly against her ear, voice dark and commanding. "Loud enough so your husband can understand exactly who you belong to now."
Without giving her a chance to prepare, Alex thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
"Ahhhh—!! Hmph!!"
Heena's loud, broken moan tore through the night air before she instinctively slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the rest.
Her eyes widened in fear, darting toward the partition separating them from Howard's suite.
Alex smiled down at her, dark and amused, still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.
"Look at that," he murmured, rolling his hips slowly, making her whimper. "You're still afraid of being heard by him, huh?"
"I–I…" Heena shook her head quickly, looking at Alex with apologetic eyes.
Deep down, she wanted to moan loud enough for that bastard to hear. She wanted Howard to know exactly how his useless wife was being owned and ruined by a real man.
