Claiming His Wife (Unlikely Love) by Sam Crescent Page A

keeping him in check was the picture of Opal on his desk. The one bright spark within his office. She smiled back at him. While he thought of that smile, he didn’t see the satisfaction he would gain from wiping this man off the face of the earth.
    “Please. Are you going to be a fucking pity party? I taught you how to be a man.”
    “Taught me how to be a man? You beat me to a bloody pulp, and I watched as you broke my mother,” Tony said.
    “Women need to learn their place. They either look the part or get the punishment until they do. Speaking of which, what are you going to do about Opal?”
    His defences went up. “What?”
    “I’ve seen your wife. She’d not exactly up to our standards. Too fat. The blonde hair gives her some points, but the weight has got to go. She’s a Hunt now.”
    Was this the type of talk Opal had to live with? He liked her the way she was. When they made love, he put his hands on her hips or stomach, and he felt the woman in his hands.
    “Don’t you go near my wife.”
    His father chuckled. “Women need a firm hand.”
    “Opal is not your business, and I think it would be best if you get out of my office and don’t come back.”
    “I’m your father.”
    “You’re a wife beater, and if you touch my mum again, I’ll fucking destroy you.”
    Tony waited as his father paled. “You don’t need to be dishing threats out. Your mother left me. Filed for divorce. I’m a free man.” His dad left the office, but the damage had already been done. The monster Tony kept so hard to keep down was itching to break free.
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    When Opal greeted her husband she knew something had changed. No smiles or kisses. The teasing had come to an end. The Tony she’d known the past few weeks had gone, and in his place stood a stranger.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked. He looked like a caged animal ready to pounce at any moment.
    “You’re not ready to know what’s wrong with me, Opal,” he said. Tony paced the room. She didn’t know what to do. He’d come back from work in a foul mood. “I’ve had a bad day at work.”
    “Do you want me to help?” she asked.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Tony stopped and glared at her.
    “Then tell me, and I’ll see if I can do it,” she said. Maybe he wanted a foot massage or a nice dinner cooked.
    “I want to fuck and not care.”
    She stopped , not having expected the answer she got. “What?”
    “You heard me. I want you on your knees with that sweet ass in the air. I want to sink my cock so deep inside you and fuck you hard.”
    Her body tightened at the image. She licked her lips. “Then do it.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. If that’s what you need, then do it.”
    He stared at her a few seconds as if she’d lost her mind. “Strip.”
    Opal worked the buttons on her blouse, then pulled it off her shoulders, followed by her bra and panties. When she looked up, Tony was already naked, and he stood watching her, one of his hands wanking his cock.
    “You see what you do to me?” he said. She couldn’t take her gaze away from the beauty of his erection. The way he got hard whenever she was around, delighted her. “Come here, and get on your knees with your ass in the air.”
    Opal did as he told her. She walked over to him and went down on her knees. Her head rested on her arm on the floor. She heard some movement and knew he’d gotten down on his knees as well.
    “You look so open and ready for me. Are you wet, Petal?” He ran a finger down her slit. She let out a moan as he pressed a finger inside her cunt. “You’re still so fucking tight. I’ll never get tired of sinking my cock inside your tight pussy.” He added a second finger. Suddenly, he brought his fingers between her ass cheeks. She yelped as he pressed a single digit against her ass.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then relax and let me please you.”
    Taking a breath, she rested her head back on her