He groaned in frustration and hurriedly opened the night table. He removed a brand new box of condoms I didn’t even know was there and tore it open. Condoms flew out by the dozen and I giggled watching him sit up to open one. He quickly slid it over his cock, and then rested back on top of me, his forearms on either side of my head.

“Spread those legs, baby,” he told me, “I can’t wait any longer.”

I spread my legs and he thrusted into me, slowly, inch by precious inch. My arms wrapped around him, and I tensed at the invasion.

“Relax, doll,” he told me, kissing me. “I got you.”

He rocked into me, acquainting me to his size again. I felt him everywhere and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I gasped at the pleasure. He didn’t move faster or harder, he took his time, breath against breath, kiss after kiss. I met him with every thrust, so cock-deprived of him, I got close in no time.

“Holy fuck,” he panted out.

We came together, him clutching my face, me clutching his ass.

“That was quick,” I remarked with a smile.

He glanced at the clock on the night table. “Perfect. I had to finish fast.”

“Why?”

“Because Lincoln gets up every twenty five minutes after six o’clock at night.”

Before I could respond, a cry sounded out and my husband was gone.

“I’m coming, Link.”

*

People looked at me like I was crazy.

I could see the question bleeding out of their eyes.

How could you be with a bad man?

How could you love him?

I didn’t have a simple answer.

Love isn’t simple. It’s a mind-fuck, filled with irrational reason, driven purely by some possessive animalistic need that sits in the core of all of us. This need to be loved and wanted and…accepted. This desperate need to be entwined with another soul, until you can’t tell yourself apart from them.

I wracked my brain around the question every day. I knew he was a killer. I knew he was selfish. I knew he was an arrogant asshole that needed power like his next breath.

But I also knew the other parts to Marcus Borden.

The gentle part.

The part I fell in love with.

The father. The husband. The lover.

Nobody would ever come to know these parts. It was mine, and mine alone…

And I would go to the grave with his secrets if I had to.

THE END