Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Her expression was flat, and her voice was mechanical.
I nodded, ignoring the needles in my throat. “GGood,” I
said, feeling her breath on my mouth. “Because when you hear
us tonight, I want you to know it’s because I don’t care, either.
There’s nothing of you for her to erase.” I gripped the back of
her head again, pressing her forehead into mine. “And in your
bed tonight, when it’s late and dark, and the rest of the house is
quiet, except for my wife’s moans down the hall and you’re
pissed and angry, because you think you hate me, but you slip
a hand under the covers anyway, because no one will be the
wiser if you indulge yourself in the memory of me, I just want
you to also know…” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “that’s
what red feels like. Anger and fury and heat and need so
strong you’re a fucking animal, Winter. It’s primal.”
A tear spilled out of the corner of her eyes, and I could feel
her fucking heart pounding in her chest.
I released her, pushing her away and backing up toward
my bedroom. “I’ll fuck her and make you come, too.”