'Please... please don't come back,' she prayed silently. 'I hope Alex never walks through that door again.'

Lily didn't know that Marcus knew. She thought her secret was safe.

She thought Marcus had no idea that Alex was pounding her right there in their house while he was away! She felt so guilty, but also... scared.

Because just thinking about Alex... just remembering his rough hands and his handsome, smug face... made her body feel things that she wasn't liking! It made her stomach do flip-flops.

It made her thighs clench together. It made her feel a wet heat between her legs that she didn't want to feel! She wanted to be a good wife, but her body was betraying her!

On the other side of the room, Marcus was thinking the exact opposite.

He was polishing a can of beans, but his mind was dark. He knew. Oh, he knew everything. He knew Alex had pounded his wife. He knew Alex wants to claim her.

But Marcus didn't say anything. He didn't scream. He didn't kick her out. Why? Because of the Bet.

He remembered Alex's arrogant words. Alex had bet that he could steal Lily's heart completely.

'Come back, you bastard,' Marcus thought, gritting his teeth behind his fake smile. 'I hope you come back. I actually want you to come back.'

It was twisted. It was sick. But Marcus was hoping for it.

He wanted Alex to come back so that he could see Alex lose the bet! He wanted to prove that Lily still loved him, Marcus, the most!

'Sure, you can pound her body,' Marcus reasoned in his sad, cuckold brain. 'You can use her flesh. That is painful for me to watch, yes. But... to see you fail? To see Lily choosing me in the end? To see that smug, arrogant smile wiped off of your bastard face when you realize you can't have her heart? That is something to live for! That is my victory!'

So, they stood there. The wife hoping the predator stays away, and the husband hoping the predator comes back just to prove a point.

And then...

Ding, ding!

The bell above the door rang loudly. The door opened.

And in walked the Devil himself. Alex stepped in, looking irritated, looking horny, and looking ready to vent.

...

Alex walked into the shop with a stride that screamed "I own this place." Clomp. Clomp.

He looked at the couple. He looked at the happy domestic scene. And he smirked. It was a smug, arrogant smirk that reached his eyes.

He looked at Marcus like a wolf looking at a sheep, and he looked at Lily like a wolf looking at a piece of steak.

Lily saw him. She froze. Her heart stopped beating for a second.

'He is back! The Devil is back!'

She felt a jolt of fear. But mixed with the fear was something else. Her body reacted instantly to his presence! It remembered the pounding!

Squelch.

Suddenly, she felt it. A warm, gushing liquid released between her thighs. It was uncontrollable! Her body just surrendered!

A small, dark wet patch started to form on the fabric of her dress right between her legs. She quickly moved behind the counter to hide her shame, squeezing her thighs together.

'No! Why am I wet? Why is my body happy to see him?' she screamed internally.

Marcus saw Alex too. He looked at him with pure disgust. He hated Alex's guts. But underneath the disgust, there was smugness. He had his chin up. He was remembering the bet.

"Welcome back, Alex," Marcus said, his voice straining to sound polite. "We didn't expect you... so soon."

"I was in the neighborhood," Alex shrugged, leaning against a shelf. "I decided to check on my investment. And by investment, I mean the rent."

He looked at Marcus with cold eyes.

"So, Marcus. Tell me. Is the remaining 100 Crowns of the rent available or not? Do you have my money?"

Marcus's smile faltered. He rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Ah... well... not yet, Alex. Business is slow today. We are saving every coin. We need a little more time."

"Time, huh?" Alex chuckled darkly. "Time is money, Marcus. But... I am a generous guy. I can help. I can help around the store, how about it?"

He looked at Lily when he said that. The implication was clear. He wanted payment in flesh!

Lily looked at Marcus. She looked at her husband with big, hopeful eyes.

'He will say no,' she told herself confidently. 'He will definitely say no! He is my husband! He knows Alex is dangerous! He will kick him out! He will save me from this beast!'

She was sure about it. She was 100% certain her husband would protect her honor.

But then... Marcus spoke.

"Sure," Marcus said.

Lily's jaw dropped.

"What?" she whispered.

"Sure, Alex," Marcus repeated, a weird, twisted glint in his eyes. "Any help is appreciated. We can't turn down help, right?"

And not to mention, Marcus did something even crazier. He pointed his hand towards the counter. towards where his wife was hiding.

"In fact, Alex, why don't you go sit over there? Sit at the counter with Lily. It is very dusty here in the aisles. I am moving boxes. I don't want you to get dust and dirt on your body. You should rest your legs."

He was inviting the wolf into the hen house! He was telling the fox to sit on the eggs!

Lily was speechless. She felt like the ground had disappeared under her feet. Her husband... her protector... was telling Alex to come to her?

Alex and Marcus locked eyes. They passed a look. It was a silent conversation.

'I see what you are doing,' Alex's eyes said. 'You are challenging me. You think she won't fall for me even if I touch her right in front of you.'

'Do what you want with her body,' Marcus's smug eyes replied. 'Touch her. Grope her. But I won't lose the bet. Her heart belongs to me. You are just a tool to pay the rent.'

They smiled cruelly at each other. It was a battle of egos.

"You are too kind, Marcus," Alex said with a mocking bow. "I will take you up on that offer. I hate dust."

Alex turned his gaze to the speechless, terrified, and wet Lily.

"Well, Lily," Alex grinned, walking slowly towards the counter. "Move over. Make some space for me."

Lily saw him coming into her safe space. She panicked! She tried to scoot away. She tried to move to the far edge of the counter, pressing her body against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. She looked like a frightened rabbit trapped in a cage!

But the counter was small. It was a very cramped space designed for only one person.

Alex squeezed his large, manly body into the space. Squeeze. He brushed past her trembling body. He felt her heat.

"Excuse me, honey," he whispered, purposely rubbing his chest against her back as he passed.

He found the chair. There was only one wooden chair behind the counter. It was Lily's chair. Alex claimed it! He sat down heavily on it. Creak. He sat down and he spread his legs wide, taking up all the available legroom under the counter. His knees bumped into her legs.

"Ah!" Lily gasped, pulling her legs back.

"Relax, Lily," Alex grinned, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. "I am just watching. I am just the supervisor today. Pretend I am not here."

Pretend he is not here? How could she?! He was a giant mountain of muscle sitting two inches away from her! His smell was filling her nose!

Alex sat there and he watched. He watched her every move. He watched how her hips swayed when she reached for a jar on the top shelf. He watched how her heavy, motherly breasts jiggled inside her modest dress when she moved.

'Damn,' Alex thought, licking his lips. 'She is thick. Marcus is a fool. Look at those curves. They are built for comfort.'

Suddenly, the door opened. Ding ding.

A customer walked in! It was an old lady named Mrs. Higgins. She wanted to buy some dried herbs for her soup.

"Hello, Mrs. Higgins!" Lily said, her voice shaking. She put on her best fake smile. "How... how can I help you?"

"I need the Basil, dear," Mrs. Higgins said slowly.

Lily turned around to grab the basil jar from the shelf behind her.

And that was when Alex struck!

As she turned her back to the customer to reach the shelf, her butt was facing Alex. It was right there at his eye level because he was sitting down!

Alex reached out his hand. Swish.

He placed his hand right on her wide, soft hip. He squeezed it! Then, he let his hand slide down to her thigh. He rubbed the back of her thigh through the fabric of her dress.

"H-hyah!"

Lily jumped. She almost dropped the basil jar! Wobble. She caught it just in time.

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