Love is patient, love is kind. But not always. Sometimes love between a husband and wife can be cruel and jealous. And sometimes that's how they both need it to be. Fast, dirty love in the dark of night hidden by an underpass.
Warnings: This title contains explicit sex and language, mild humiliation, rough sex, public sex. 18+ ADULTS ONLY *originally appeared in J is for Jealousy edited by Alison Tyler
A tear leaked out and I said, “Jared.” Just that, trying to make him come back to himself. The kind, sensible, funny man I knew.
He released my hands and snatched my purse. Dropped it amid the plastic bottles, rocks, and discarded bits of clothing. The gem studded clutch sparkled amidst the trash. He forced one hand so it settled on the K. He stretched my other arm out and settled it on the U. He pushed my face against the rough, filthy wall and said in my ear. “Do not fucking move. Don’t move.”
I didn’t move. I stood frozen and stunned, spread eagled against the wall. My heart was beating so hard my chest hurt. I couldn’t breathe. And I was wet. I knew it. I could feel it. It was mortifying and exciting all at once.