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PROLOGUE

Fourteen Years Ago

Jake Varnadore returned home two days earlier than planned when contentious negotiations in Tokyo broke down.
 
He wanted to hold his wife, and to see his children, and to put as much real estate between himself and those crafty Japanese as quickly as his company plane could fly him away.
 
They wanted three percent more market share of the Varnadore chain of hotels than Jake was willing to give, so negotiations were at a tense stalemate.
 
But when he entered his quiet beachfront home in Miami’s Bal Harbour community, and went first into his young son’s bedroom, and then into his even younger daughter’s bedroom, and saw their sleeping faces, he knew he’d made the right decision to abruptly cut negotiations, and return home.

Young Aubrey, his eleven-year-old, was fast asleep.
 
His long lashes concealed his bright brown eyes, and his curly brown hair framed a face so adorable that Jake often called him Snuggles.
 
Aubrey hated such a name, declaring it too “soft” for a rough-and-tumble kid like him, so Jake never referred to him that way in public.
 

But Aubrey was, by all barometers, his father’s son, a youngster who admired Jake to a point that bordered on hero-worship.
 
Jake’s friends often joked that if you let Aubrey tell it, Jake wasn’t just a staid titan of industry, but was a superhero who could do no wrong.
 
Jake smiled just thinking about that, especially since he was often accused by his wife of rarely doing anything right, and lightly ruffled his son’s hair.

Although Aubrey, like his sister, was of mixed-race parentage, he looked far more like the beautiful black mother he loved than the white father he adored.
 
And although neither one of them would admit it, he was probably the favorite child of both his parents because of his heart, and his kindness, and his selflessness even at his young age.
 
And seeing him lying there, after seeing so much strife and contention in Tokyo, made Jake feel so blessed.
 
He kissed his son’s chestnut hair, and went to his daughter’s bedroom.

Pam was his chubby five-year-old little girl.
 
She had her mother’s eyes and brown coloring, but was otherwise almost a carbon copy of her father.
 
From his mouth and his nose to what many considered his unusual beauty, Pam was his lookalike.
 
Like Aubrey, she was asleep too, her tiny body uncovered and her little white pajamas askew.
 
Jake smiled.
 
That’s his little girl, he thought.
 
Wild even in her sleep.
 
He straightened her pjs, and pulled the bedspread back over her.

He left Pam’s room and headed down the long second-floor landing that led to the master suite.
 
He was growing increasingly anxious to see his wife again.
 
During the entire trip back from Tokyo he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
 
He kept envisioning her big brown eyes, her smooth dark skin, and that perfect brown body of hers he couldn’t wait to have again.
 
They married very young, when they were both only eighteen.
 
She was pregnant with Aubrey at the time, and neither one of them were ready to be parents.
 
But Jake loved her so much that he was thrilled to be her husband.
 
She was, and remained, the love of his life.

But when he entered the foyer of the master suite, and rounded the corner to the bedroom itself, he quickly realized that the sweet, early homecoming he had envisioned would be nothing like the welcome that was to greet him.
 
For as soon as he rounded the foyer, he saw a naked man on top of his naked wife, in his bed, fucking her shitless.

To say Jake was stunned would be like saying rain was wet, because he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
 
He had expected to find his wife peacefully asleep just as he had found his children.
 
Instead, his wife was lying on her stomach, her beautiful brown ass he knew so well shoved up to accommodate her lover’s dick, and that dick was buried deep within her.
 
Words could not describe the hurt, the anger, the devastation he felt.
 

For a hot second he just stood there, as the man kept ramming into his wife.
 
As the man’s big ass kept squeezing tighter with every dip he took into her cunt.
 
As the man kept moving in and out of a haven Jake had thought was his exclusive purview.

 
And his wife, his gorgeous wife, had her eyes
closed,
her long lashes flowed downward, as she moaned in pleasure.
 
A moan that cut to the very heart of Jake Varnadore.

Dena Varnadore somehow felt that cut instinctively, because her large brown eyes suddenly flew open.
 
Her sex partner, however, had no such instinct and continued to pound her.
 
He kept slapping against her flesh as if he were spanking her.
 
But when her brown eyes stared directly into her husband’s big, blue eyes, and they made that connection, they both momentarily froze.
 

But something else happened to Dena when she saw Jake standing there.
 
Something even she knew was bizarre.
 
Because a scene that had an almost pitch-perfect resemblance to hundreds of scenes in movies they’d both seen before, suddenly took an unexpected turn.
 
Dena, his beloved wife, didn’t extricate her cunt from that man’s penis as soon as she realized her husband was back in town and had caught her red-handed.
 
She, instead, allowed her lover to continue to lay it on her.
 
It was as if her enjoyment of his sex was far more potent than any need she had to ease her husband’s devastation.
 
She even closed her eyes again, as if her husband’s presence had given her a heightened sense of arousal.

Even though Dena Varnadore may have reacted bizarrely, even icily cold to her husband’s presence, Jake Varnadore had no such ambiguity.
 
He was hot.
 
So hot that his devastation became
rage,
and all he could see was red.

He hurried to the bed and tossed that man off of his wife as if he was tossing a pillow to the floor.
 
He heard the man crash against the wall, and scream out in pain, but he turned quickly to his wife.
 

He slapped her violently across the face, causing her long hair to sling against the headboard, and then he grabbed for her to beat the shit out of her, too.
 
But she was agile and quick and managed to elude his grasp, and she fled from the whipping he was sure to put on her.

But her lover wasn’t so lucky.

Jake leaped across the bed, down onto the floor, and jumped onto the stranger.
 
“You want to fuck with somebody?” he asked as he began beating him down.
 
“Then fuck with me, motherfucker!
 
Show me what you’ve got, big man!
 
Show me what the fuck you’ve got!”

But whatever he had, Jake’s muscular body was no match for the stranger’s leaner form.
 
And Jake beat him down.
 
He couldn’t stop beating the man down.
 
Dena was yelling for him to stop, but she may as well have been yelling for the man on the moon to stop.
 
Jake wasn’t thinking about her.
 
This man had the audacity to place his dick inside his wife’s cunt, in Jake’s own
bed,
right under the noses of Jake’s sleeping children!
 
There was no way, no way on the face of this bitter
earth, that
Jake was allowing this man to get out of this alive.
 

Dena panicked.
 
When she first realized she had been caught, she expected Jake to be angry.
 
She expected him to try to get a lick or two on her since she was the one, after all, who had betrayed him.
 
But she never expected him to lose it like this.
 
Not always in control Jake.
 
Not ever!

She fled the room as if her life depended on getting help for her lover.
 
That man may have been just another limp dick to Jake, but he was the man Dena loved and had every intention of leaving her husband for someday.
 
And she wasn’t about to let something as insignificant to her as her husband’s devastation do anything to destroy her plans.
 
She ran out onto the second-floor landing screaming her son’s name.
 
“
Aubrey
!” she screamed as she ran.
 
“
He’s going to kill him, Aubrey
!”

Although Aubrey was only eleven, his mother always thought of him as the man of the house whenever Jake was out of town.
 
And Aubrey, indeed, did not disappoint her this time.
 
He woke up with a start, but jumped from his bed as soon as he realized it was his mother’s stricken-sounding voice calling him.
 
He ran out of his bedroom and onto the landing.
 
His mother was naked, and she was frantic.