Their home was neat, well-maintained, and unremarkable, an outward reflection of the life Lei and James had built together. It had been years since she first arrived in England, a wide-eyed student eager to immerse herself in a new world. Now, in her early thirties, Lei had a stable career, a loyal husband, and a life many would envy. Yet beneath the polished surface of domestic contentment, a hunger stirred within her, a craving for something undefined yet undeniable.

She brushed her sleek black hair behind her ear, the delicate strands slipping through her fingers as she set the last of the snacks on the coffee table. James, predictable as ever, was adjusting the cushions on the sofa, preparing for their annual Lord of the Rings movie marathon. The tradition was something he and his friend had started years ago, and included Lei in when she and James started dating.

The doorbell rang, and Lei felt a jolt of anticipation she couldn't quite explain.

Marcus.

She opened the door to find him standing there, broad shoulders filling the frame, his presence instantly commanding. The years had only sharpened his features, dark hair slightly tousled, eyes keen and assessing. There was something effortless about him, a confidence that set him apart from James’s quiet stability. He stepped inside, flashing Lei a grin that sent a ripple of heat through her.

“Still sticking with the classics,” Marcus said, nodding toward the neatly arranged snacks, much the same selection as we had every year.

Lei rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You know James. He likes his traditions.”

“And you?” His gaze lingered on her, a silent question beneath his words.

She hesitated. Then, forcing a light tone, she shrugged. “I suppose I do too.”

But Marcus wasn’t fooled. He was watching her, always watching, as if he could see the restless thoughts she tried so hard to suppress.

James emerged from the living room, greeting Marcus with a cheerful slap on the back, oblivious to the unspoken tension between his wife and best friend. “Mate, I’ve been looking forward to this all year. Three films, no interruptions. The way it should be.”

Marcus chuckled, but his gaze flicked back to Lei. “No interruptions. Right?”

As the evening unfolded, Lei found herself acutely aware of Marcus’s presence. The occasional brush of his arm as he reached for a drink, the way his fingers idly traced the rim of his glass, the confidence in his posture, it all pulled her in, setting her pulse racing against her better judgment.

During a particularly dramatic scene in the film, Marcus leaned in closer, voice low near her ear. “You ever notice how the best men in these films always have a bit of an edge?”

Lei smirked, keeping her gaze fixed on the screen. “You mean like Aragorn?”

“Aragorn, Boromir… even Faramir had his moments. They all know how to take charge.” He let the words linger, his breath warm against her skin. “Not everyone has that in them.”

Lei swallowed, her fingers tightening around her glass. She could feel his gaze on her, waiting, pressing. James, completely engrossed in the film, barely noticed the exchange.

Later as Lei came back from a trip to the bathroom Marcus appeared coming the other way down the narrow hallway, Marcus slowed just enough to let his hand trail briefly along the small of her back. “Excuse me,” he murmured, his fingers pressing ever so slightly before he moved on.

Lei shivered, pressing her lips together as she continued on toward the bathroom. He was pushing boundaries, seeing how far she would let him go.

And the worst part? She wasn’t stopping him.

As the evening continued, Lei had gone to the kitchen, as she reached for a fresh bottle of wine, Marcus was suddenly there, close behind her, his voice a husky murmur. “Do you always look this put together, or is this just for me?”

Lei shot him a warning glance, but her stomach tightened at the playful challenge in his tone. “Flirting with your best friend’s wife? That’s a bold move. Don’t be silly, I’m a t-shirt and jeans.”

Marcus smirked. ““What?” He reached past her for the corkscrew, his fingers brushing against hers, deliberate, lingering. “You make the t-shirt and jeans look good. Just making an observation. I don’t make them unless I know they’ll be welcomed.”

Her breath caught, heat pooling low in her belly. She should shut this down, should remind herself that she was married. Instead, she felt herself leaning in just slightly, drawn to the magnetic pull of his presence.

The flickering light from the television cast shifting shadows across the dimly lit living room. James had lasted longer than usual, making it halfway through The Two Towers before slumping into the corner of the sofa, his head tilting back in deep, undisturbed sleep. His quiet, steady breathing was the only sound between the dialogue of the film.

Lei sat in the middle of the couch, her legs curled beneath her, her fingertips resting lightly against her lips as she watched the screen. Marcus, stretched out beside her, had edged closer over the course of the evening, their thighs now barely an inch apart.

She had laughed it off, but her body had reacted before her mind could rein it in.

Now, with James unconscious beside her, Marcus pushed further.

"Reckon he’s out for the night?" His voice was low, intimate, as though sharing a secret meant only for her.

Lei turned to him, her pulse quickening. "He always makes it to The Two Towers, never past it."

Marcus chuckled softly, shifting his weight to bring himself even closer. "Predictable, isn't he?"

Lei swallowed. She knew she should respond, defend her husband, but the way Marcus watched her, the way his confidence never wavered, made her hesitate.

Instead, she licked her lips and turned back to the screen.

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Then, Marcus leaned in, his lips dangerously close to the shell of her ear.

"You keep doing that," he murmured.

Lei exhaled shakily. "Doing what?"

"Licking your lips." His voice was velvet, smooth and deliberate. "Are you thinking about something you shouldn’t?"

She turned her head, startled by the way his gaze held hers. The heat between them was undeniable now, the teasing no longer playful but charged with something darker, something dangerous.

Her hand twitched against the cushion, and instinctively, she touched her wedding ring.

Marcus followed the movement, his eyes flicking to the gold band before drifting back to her face.

“You know I don’t just come here for the films, don’t you?” he murmured.

Lei swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

Marcus reached out, fingers skimming lightly over her wrist, grazing the edge of her wedding ring. “I think you already know.”

She shivered, torn between guilt and a longing she hadn’t let herself acknowledge until now. “I ... James is right there.”

Marcus was slow and deliberate, letting his fingers ghost over her thigh. The touch was light, barely there, but enough to send a jolt of awareness through her.

"You don’t have to say anything," he murmured. "I can already tell."

She should move. She should laugh, pull away, wake James, anything but sit there, shivering under his gaze, her skin alive with anticipation.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she let her legs shift ever so slightly apart, the smallest of invitations.

Marcus’s hand pressed more firmly now, his palm warm through the fabric of her jeans.

"That’s it," he whispered approvingly. "Just let me do this."

Lei closed her eyes as his fingers skimmed up, his touch excruciatingly slow, deliberate in its testing of her limits. She barely heard the sounds of the film anymore, lost in the thrum of her own pulse.

James was right there. Asleep. Unaware.

"Marcus!" Lei finally breathed, barely above a whisper.

His fingers trailed lower, brushing just beneath the hem of her T-shirt, feather-light over the soft skin of her waist.

"You could stop this right now," he said, voice calm, unwavering. "You could move my hand, wake him up, walk away."

She didn’t.

Instead, her fingers clenched the cushion beneath her, her body betraying her better judgement.

Marcus leaned in, lips just beside her ear. "That’s what I thought."

A quiet whimper left her throat before she could swallow it down.

He smiled. She could feel it against her skin.

His fingers pressed more firmly now, thumb stroking the warm skin just beneath the waistband of her jeans, slow, testing. Lei let out a shaky breath, her body instinctively leaning into the touch, her thighs pressing together.

"You like this, don’t you?" Marcus whispered.

Her wedding ring caught the light as her hand twitched. She stared at it for a moment, that small circle of gold that symbolised everything she was supposed to be.

Marcus followed her gaze. His free hand came up, his fingers tracing over the ring before tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"It doesn’t change anything," he murmured. "Not here. Not now."

Lei’s pulse pounded in her ears.

"Say it," he pressed. "Tell me you want this."

She parted her lips, her resolve crumbling with each passing second.

"I ..." Her voice faltered.

Marcus’s fingers flexed against her hip. "Say it, Lei."

She swallowed.

"I want this."

The moment the words left her lips, Marcus moved.

His mouth caught hers in a slow, claiming kiss, nothing tentative about it. His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, his body heat searing through her clothes. Lei melted into it, her fingers gripping his shirt as his tongue swept against hers, tasting, taking.

The thrill of it shot straight through her, the sheer audacity of what she was doing making her body burn with a heat she hadn’t felt in years.

James was right there.

And she didn’t care.

Lei's breath came in shallow, rapid bursts as Marcus’s hands roamed her body, slow and deliberate, coaxing her past the point of hesitation. His fingers toyed with the hem of her T-shirt, teasing, testing her resolve. She should stop him. She knew she should.

But she didn’t.

She trembled as she lifted her arms, letting him peel the fabric over her head and cast it aside. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, her nipples hardening beneath his gaze even before his fingers traced the delicate curve of her collarbone.

Marcus exhaled a quiet, approving sound. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hands slipping lower, skimming down her sides.

Lei swallowed hard, her body betrayed her with every shiver, every barely restrained gasp. James was still beside her, lost in his dreams, as Marcus’s fingers found the button of her jeans, and Lei tensed, but not to stop him.

She felt his smirk against her skin as he dipped his head, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Still pretending you don’t want this?"

Her silence was answer enough.

Slowly, deliberately, he popped open the button, then dragged the zipper down with agonising slowness. Lei sucked in a breath as his knuckles grazed her stomach, his touch firm, possessive.

"Lift your hips," he ordered, his quiet voice low, edged with command.

A shudder ran through her. Lei hesitated for only a moment before she obeyed, shifting just enough for him to tug her jeans and lace underwear over her hips, down her thighs, until they pooled around her ankles. A flicker of shame ran through her as she sat there in nothing stripped her bare before him.

She was naked.

On the sofa.

Next to her sleeping husband.

Marcus’s hands spanned her waist, tracing the gentle curve of her stomach before sliding lower, his fingers brushing over the small tattoo on her hip. He paused there, thumb circling the ink, his expression unreadable.

"This suits you," he murmured, his voice almost thoughtful.

Lei swallowed.

His fingers drifted higher, teasing the underside of her breast before sliding up to cup the delicate weight of it fully. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and Marcus smirked, pleased at her reaction.

"You’re so sensitive," he observed, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing a quiet, desperate sound from her throat.

Lei’s fists clenched at her sides, caught between wanting to cover herself and wanting to surrender completely.

Marcus leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. "Undress me," he commanded.

Lei hesitated, her pulse hammering in her chest.

"Now," he added, the quiet authority in his voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.

She reached for his shirt with shaking hands, undoing the buttons one by one, her fingers brushing against the warm skin of his chest as she revealed him inch by inch. The anticipation was maddening, every touch heightening her awareness of him.

When she pushed the fabric from his shoulders, he let it fall to the floor, Lei bit her lip as her hands drifted lower, eager, desperate to see the rest of him.

She trembled slightly as she moved to Marcus’s waist, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle. She swallowed hard, stealing a glance at his face. His expression was calm, controlled, but his eyes burned with something deeper, something that sent a shiver down her spine.

She hesitated for only a moment. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she undid the buckle, the soft clink of metal barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.

Marcus didn’t move. He let her take her time, let her feel every moment of this choice.

She eased the belt from its loops, the leather gliding through the fabric with a whisper. Her breath caught as she undid the button of his jeans, her fingertips grazing the heat of him beneath. Even through the fabric, she could feel the hardness waiting for her.

Lei exhaled shakily, then pulled the zipper down.

Marcus inhaled sharply, a quiet, approving sound that made her thighs press together involuntarily.

Marcus tilted her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Keep going," he murmured, his voice edged with command.

Lei swallowed hard but obeyed.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly, agonisingly, pulled down his jeans and boxers. Inch by inch, she revealed him, gasping as he sprang free, his arousal undeniable.

He was long, much longer than James, there was a prominent vein that she could see pulsing along his length. 

She let out a soft, shaky breath, her fingers flexing instinctively, aching to touch him.

Marcus smirked, as if reading her thoughts. "Go on."

Lei’s hesitation shattered.

She reached out, wrapping her delicate fingers around him, marvelling at the contrast of softness over steel, the heat of him throbbing beneath her touch.

Marcus groaned softly, his head tilting back for the briefest moment before he refocused, his dark gaze pinning her in place.

"Good girl," he murmured.

The words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Lei’s fingers curled around Marcus’s thick length, her touch tentative at first, exploring, testing the weight of him in her palm. He was hot and rigid beneath her hand, a contrast of smooth skin over pulsing need. The moment she tightened her grip, Marcus let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly, his control slipping for the first time that evening.

She exhaled shakily, her wedding band catching the dim light as she began to move, stroking him slowly, deliberately. The gold glinted against the deep flush of his arousal, a stark, shameless reminder of the man who lay just inches away, oblivious.

Marcus noticed.

His gaze flicked down, watching the way her delicate fingers wrapped around him, the way her ring slid along his length with every slow stroke. A smirk ghosted his lips as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and hunger. "Jerking off your husband's best friend, while he sleeps right next to you."

Lei's breath stuttered. The words sent a rush of shame and excitement straight through her.

Still, she didn’t stop.

If anything, she tightened her grip, her strokes growing firmer, more confident. She watched the way Marcus reacted, how his breathing grew heavier, how his jaw clenched as he fought to remain composed beneath her touch.

Her pace quickened, her palm gliding smoothly over his rigid length, feeling every vein, every twitch of his arousal. She let her thumb tease the sensitive tip, spreading the slickness that had begun to bead there, drawing another deep, guttural sound from his lips.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hips jerking slightly into her touch. "Just like that."

Lei’s own breathing grew heavier, matching his. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiling in his muscles as she worked him with steady, eager strokes. Her own arousal burned hot and insistent between her legs, her body aching for more.

Marcus watched her with sharp, hooded eyes, taking in the way her lips parted, the way her cheeks flushed, the way she never once slowed, lost in the sheer thrill of what she was doing.

His smirk deepened.

"Does this make you wet?" he asked, his voice low and dark, his fingers trailing down to brush against her exposed thigh. "Touching another man while your husband sleeps right there?"

Lei let out a soft, shaky moan, her body betraying her before she could deny it.

Marcus chuckled, a deep, knowing sound.

"You’re filthier than I thought," he murmured, his fingers slipping higher, teasing her inner thigh.

Lei gasped, her hand faltering slightly as he brushed against the heat of her, finding her already slick and desperate.

Marcus exhaled sharply, his fingers teasing, testing. "Soaking wet," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "From jerking me off like a needy little slut."

Lei whimpered.

She couldn’t deny it.

She didn’t want to.

Lei’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as Marcus’s fingers traced slow, teasing circles over her slick folds, never quite giving her the pressure she craved. Her thighs trembled, her body responding to his touch with every soft whimper, every needy shift of her hips.

His fingers pressed deeper, slipping easily into her drenched heat. Lei gasped, her body arching into the sensation, her grip on him tightening instinctively.

"That's it," Marcus whispered approvingly, He kissed just beneath her jaw, his tongue flicking against her skin before he bit down gently, making her shiver. "You're so desperate to be touched properly, aren’t you?"

Lei’s response was a strangled moan as Marcus curled his fingers inside her, finding the spot that made her thighs quake.

But she wasn’t the only one struggling to maintain her composure.

She smirked slightly, emboldened by the way he moaned when she squeezed a little tighter, dragging her thumb deliberately over the sensitive slit at his tip.

Then she did something that made him groan low and deep.

She let her wedding ring press firmly against his tip as she stroked, the cool metal gliding against the heat of his arousal.

"Fuck," Marcus hissed through clenched teeth, his hips jerking into her touch. His head fell forward, his forehead brushing against hers, his fingers momentarily faltering inside her. "That’s dirty as hell."

Lei shuddered at his reaction, her own arousal spiking at the knowledge of how much she was affecting him.

She did it again.

A slow, deliberate stroke, the band of her marriage pressing against his most sensitive spot, rubbing directly over him as she tightened her grip.

Marcus let out a quiet, guttural sound, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You know what you’re doing," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and need. "Your husband have any idea how talented these hands of yours are?"

Lei bit her lip, her eyes locked on his as she continued, her strokes becoming more purposeful, teasing him to the edge and pulling him back.

Marcus exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched. "You're trying to break me, aren’t you?"

She smiled, just slightly. "I thought you were supposed to be the one in control."

His dark gaze flashed.

"Oh, I am," he murmured.

Marcus moved suddenly, gripping Lei’s hips as he pulled her off the sofa in one smooth, commanding motion. She barely had time to gasp before he spun her around, pressing her forward so that her stomach and petite chest sank into the cushions.

Lei’s pulse pounded in her ears, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts, behind her, she felt the heat of Marcus’s body as he positioned himself, looming over her, his dominance absolute.

She gripped at the cushion beside James’s sleeping form, her wedding ring catching her eye in the dim light, just as the music from the film swelled, the ring theme, the song that played whenever the camera focused in on the ring. 

Marcus ran a hand down the curve of her back, over the bare skin of her ass, his touch both possessive and teasing. "This is what you wanted," he murmured, his voice thick with control. "To be bent over, waiting for me. Dripping for me."

Lei whimpered, pressing her forehead into the cushion.

Then she felt it, his swollen, throbbing tip nudging against her entrance, teasing her, spreading her slickness as he dragged himself slowly along her folds.

Her breath stuttered. She tried to push back against him, to take him inside, but Marcus gripped her hips, holding her in place.

"Not yet," he murmured, amusement lacing his voice.

Lei let out a frustrated whine, her body trembling. "Please," she whispered, her fingers tightening around the cushion.

Marcus leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Not good enough."

He pulled back slightly, his tip barely brushing against her, his control infuriatingly absolute. "You want me to take you while your husband sleeps inches away?" he taunted, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction. "Then you’d better prove how much you want it."

Lei’s body ached, desperate for him, for the final step in her surrender. Shame and arousal swirled together in her gut, but her need drowned out everything else.

"Marcus," she gasped, pressing back against him again. "Please. I need you inside me."

He groaned softly, but still, he didn’t move.

"Say it properly," he demanded, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her still. "Beg me."

Lei whimpered, her pride crumbling under the weight of her arousal. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of James’s sleeping form beside her.

It didn’t stop her.

Nothing would stop her now.

"Please, Marcus," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "I need you. I want to feel you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my dripping pussy with your big fucking cock."

The second the words left her lips, Marcus growled low in his throat.

He didn’t make her wait any longer.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her in a way that left her gasping.

Lei’s body arched, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as Marcus gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, owning her.

"Fuck," Marcus hissed through clenched teeth, holding himself deep inside her for a moment, letting her feel every inch of him. "You’re so fucking tight."

Lei shuddered beneath him, gripping the sofa as she adjusted to the sheer fullness of him, her body pulsing around his thick length.

He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, his hips meeting her ass with a quiet but deliberate slap.

Lei moaned into the cushion, trying to muffle the sound of her pleasure.

Marcus’s grip tightened. He leaned forward, his mouth grazing her ear. "God this feels good" he murmured, his voice dark and approving. "Like you were made for this."

Lei’s response was another desperate, breathless moan as he began to move in earnest, each slow, deliberate thrust forcing her deeper into the cushions, into the reality of what she was doing.

Marcus drove into her with slow, deep strokes at first, letting her feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her in ways she hadn’t dared to crave before tonight. "That’s it," he growled under his breath, his voice thick with control and satisfaction. "Take it. Every. last. inch."

Lei’s mouth parted in a silent moan, her knuckles white as she gripped the sofa for support. Her body rocked forward with every thrust, each one stronger, more insistent than the last. She fought to stay quiet, to keep her sounds swallowed as pleasure threatened to break her completely.

James shifted slightly beside her, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. Both she and Marcus froze, her pulse hammering, the thrill of their daring laced with raw terror.

Marcus’s grip on her hips tightened, his body still buried deep inside her. Lei’s breath was unsteady, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she listened for any sign of waking.

But James simply turned his head and settled back into sleep.

A dark smirk tugged at Marcus’s lips. His fingers trailed up her back, beneath her long black hair, finding the base of her skull where he gripped her firmly, pulling her head back just enough to murmur into her ear.

"You’re fucking dripping for me," he whispered, his tone laced with wicked amusement. "And your husband is right there."

Lei whimpered, her body trembling beneath him.

"Does that make it better?" he taunted, dragging his teeth along the curve of her ear. "Knowing he could wake up and see what a filthy little thing you are?"

She couldn’t answer. Could barely think.

Then Marcus moved again.

No more slow, measured thrusts. No more teasing.

He slammed into her, his hips meeting her ass with quiet, rhythmic slaps, pushing her forward with the force of his hunger. Lei gasped, her fingers clawing at the fabric beneath her, her mind going blank as pleasure swallowed her whole.

The sounds of battle from the TV masked the frantic rhythm of their bodies. The cries of war drowned out their strangled moans, their desperate gasps. The movie played on, oblivious to the true war being waged in the room, the war between her loyalty and her need, between right and wrong. The war where her need was winning handily.

He reached around, fingers seeking out the swollen bud between her thighs, rubbing firm, knowing circles that made her legs shake violently.

Lei bit down on her lip, trying to suppress the broken sob of pleasure that threatened to escape her throat.

"Don’t you dare hold back," Marcus growled, his pace unrelenting. "You’re mine now. Give it to me."

The rhythm between them was relentless, their bodies moving in perfect sync, driven by a need so raw it left Lei trembling. Marcus steadied her as he pounded into her, his strokes deep, deliberate, and unyielding. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure surging through her, her body helpless beneath his control.

She fought to stay quiet, to bite back the moans that threatened to spill past her lips, but it was almost impossible. The deep ache of him stretching her, filling her completely, the friction of his thick cock dragging against every sensitive part of her, it was too much. She gasped softly, her fingers clawing at the cushion beneath her, her body on the edge of something devastating.

"That’s it," Marcus growled, his voice low and urgent, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel that? The way your body is gripping me, holding me so fucking tight?"

Lei shuddered, pressing her face into the sofa, trying to muffle the broken moan that slipped from her throat.

She couldn’t speak. Her body was trembling, her breath ragged, her walls fluttering around him as she edged closer and closer to her release.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Marcus whispered, his voice like dark silk against her skin. "I can feel it. You're right there."

He wasn’t wrong.

Each thrust was bringing her closer, her body tightening, her muscles tensing, the pleasure coiling low in her belly, so close, so unbearably close.

Her body spasmed around him, her climax hitting her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such force she nearly sobbed. She buried her face in the cushion, her entire body shuddering, her inner walls gripping him so tightly he groaned sharply, his rhythm faltering.

"Fuck," Marcus growled through clenched teeth, his grip tightening as he drove into her one last time, his movements becoming erratic, desperate.

Lei barely had time to catch her breath before she felt him pulse deep inside her.

A low, guttural moan escaped Marcus’s throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers digging into her skin as he emptied himself inside her, his thick release flooding her, filling her completely.

Lei shuddered at the sensation, her entire body weak, trembling, utterly spent.

Marcus stayed inside her for a moment, both of them panting, the weight of what they had done sinking in with every slow pulse of him still deep within her. His fingers slid up her back, almost gentle now, tracing lazy circles over her skin.

The warmth of Marcus’s body faded as he finally withdrew, leaving Lei trembling, her body still pulsing with the aftermath of what they had done. Her breath came in uneven bursts, her skin slick with sweat, her mind caught somewhere between euphoria and the creeping weight of reality.

Beside her, James shifted slightly in his sleep, blissfully unaware of the sin that had unfolded just inches away from him. The television flickered, the echoes of battle still playing in the background, but the real war had already been fought, and Lei had surrendered completely.

Marcus wasn’t quite done with her.

She gasped softly as she felt his fingers trail down her side, over her hips, slow and possessive. Then between her legs. A shiver ran through her as he slipped a finger inside her, gathering the warm evidence of his ownership, his seed still deep within her.

Lei barely had time to process the sensation before Marcus withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers up to her wedding ring.

Slowly, deliberately, he traced the band with his cum-slicked finger, marking the gold with the proof of what they had done.

"You’re mine now," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Lei swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat.

Marcus was now Lord of her ring.