He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at his towering frame.
"And all this time, you've been playing the part of the perfect, virtuous wife," he continued, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, which was still slightly swollen from his cock. "You've sat at dinner with Cassius, acting all holy and pure, while underneath those heavy robes, you were dreaming of this."
"Dreaming of being stripped bare and used." Rex grinned. "You never showed a single inch of this slutty skin to your husband, did you?"
"You kept it all hidden, a secret rot growing inside you, just waiting for me to come and dig it out."
Amelia let out a shaky, broken breath, her knees feeling weak under the weight of his words. The shame was there, sharp and stinging, but it was eclipsed by a soaring, ecstatic pride.
He had seen her. He had seen the real her, the part she had buried under layers of tradition and duty.
