"You're late!" I blurt out intensely as I open the door.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. Give me a break. I got out of there as quickly as I could." Finnick says.

"Well, don't just stand there, come in. We don't have much time left." I retort.

"Don't be so paranoid. We have plenty of time to spare. Peeta doesn't get home until 6:30, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's right." I reply.

"Then calm down. Don't be your usually grouchy self. It isn't much of a turn on."

"Fuck you." I say.

Finnick laughs. "Oh, but I'll be the one fucking you."

I can't help but crack a smile. He's just so irresistibly charming and handsome, it's a useless endeavor trying to stay mad at him. We don't get to see much of each other these days, with our busy lives, so I want to cherish every moment we have. And being angry doesn't serve me at all right now.

I close the door and lean into his firm chest and plant a wet, slow kiss on his lips.

"Delicious." I murmur.

"You're the most beautiful girl in this whole stupid world, Katniss." Finnick twinkles. "I love you."

"Oh, don't feed me that pile of crap. You and I both know that isn't true." I tease. "Shall we head up to the bedroom?"

"Can I get a bottle of water first?" he asks.

"You can drink later. Feed me your cum first." I smirk.

"It isn't for me." Finnick says. "Marigold is in the car. I told her I would bring her something to drink so she wouldn't get all hot in there."

"Excuse me! Why the hell is your daughter in the car? Why did you bring her?" I respond in a confused fashion.

"I couldn't leave her at home with Annie. She's having another fucking breakdown or something."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sick of hearing about Annie's breakdowns. Tell her to go to a therapist."

"Trust me, I have...only about a million times."

"What a weak loser. Just like my mother." I say.

"Just get me the water and then we can screw." Finnick is annoyed.

"Get it your damn self. You're the one who brought your 6 year old daughter to your mistress' house."

"You're a real bitch sometimes, Katniss. The games really made you nuts." he says. "Fine, I'll get it myself."

"No shit they did. I'm sorry I'm not some pageant queen."

We both just fume at each other. While Finnick brings the water to his daughter outside, I head upstairs to prepare myself. I get undressed, take off my wedding ring and throw it into the drawer with the pearl Peeta gave me in the games almost ten years ago. My oh my, how the years have passed. I guess I still love Peeta because we share a bond that cannot be replaced, but our marriage has been lacking for some time. It started out great, as it always does, but his constant doting and endless praise for me was not flattering. I don't enjoy being treated like a godness. I murdered people after all; I know I'm a terrible person. Yes, I didn't have a choice if I wanted to live, but it doesn't change the reality. Plus, his constant pushing for him wanting to be a dad irks me to no end. Why can't he just accept I don't want to bring a child into this cruel world? It was the best decision of my life aborting my baby 2 years ago. Another secret he will never know about...

I hear footsteps. Finnick must be on his way up and I can feel myself getting hornier by the second. It's not that I enjoy cheating, it's just I'm too deep into it now to end it. It started almost six months ago. Peeta and I weren't having sex, because I didn't want to. Frankly, his penis size isn't much to go gaga over and he would fuck me missionary almost all the time. There was simply no desire or incentive on my end to have sex with Peeta. He never took it personally when I claimed I was just "going through stuff and having sex wasn't a part of it."

I knew Finnick was having trouble in his marriage also, so we came together out of necessity. It was mental and sexual and most of all...incredibly hot. Finnick was massive in the pants and was experimental and wild in bed. Everything I wasn't getting from Peeta.

I lean over on the bed, doggie style...Finnick is almost at the top of the stairs. I see him enter my room as I look through my legs. His erection is busting at the seams already. He takes off his tank top, gym shorts, and converse. Completely naked. What a beautiful sight.

Without any lube or notice, he just shoves his huge cock inside my asshole.

"Oh fuck! Holy motherfucking shit!" I yell out in a combination of pleasure and pain.

"Take it my little whore." Finnick groans.

"Yes, sir."

He starts pumping me harder and harder, with my face pressed against the sheets. It's pure ecstasy.

All my pain, depression, and anxiety completely vanish into nothing. All I feel is Finnick inside me.

He turns me over and picks me up. He leans me against the wall and drills my pussy so hard that my wedding picture falls off the wall and breaks. I don't care. It couldn't possibly matter to be at this moment.

Finnick is sweating bullets. His massive balls, so full of cum, are slapping against my ass. He clearly needs this just as badly as I do. We continue to grind and pork. I don't know how much time has passed.

All of a sudden I see Marigold, standing at top of the stairs just watching us. She is crying.

"Oh my goodness!" I scream.

Finnick notices her there, and he pushes me aside and becomes disoriented.

"What the fuck are you doing in here Marigold! I told you to stay in the fucking car!" Finnick yells.

"I just wanted more water..." she responds and runs off.

I can't even put into words what just occurred. I'm traumatized and I can't even imagine what Marigold is thinking. Before I can even collect myself, Finnick puts on his clothes haphazardly and leaves the room without another word. I just sit on the floor, naked, in utter shock.

What have we done...