The Secret To A Happy Marriage

Evie waits in her white dress, lace clinging tight. A knock. Colin steps in, eyes dark. "I got dirt on him," he says. "The kind that could kill this wedding." Her pulse kicks. He won’t spill unless she gives something first. She swears she’ll stay his friend, no matter what. He laughs once, low. "Not enough." She steps closer, heat rising. "Then I’ll be the friend who fucks you." His hands grab her hips. Fabric tears. He bends her over the vanity, thrusts deep, fucks her hard and raw. Skin slaps. Moans rip out. Sweat mixes with silk. He takes her again against the wall, legs locked around him, cock slamming home. She comes shaking, nails scoring his back. He floods her, hot and thick. Truth or not, the damage is done.