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“You’re my good little wife, aren’t you? You’re going to let me hurt you, huh?”
She nods again, rolling her hips.
“Don’t move, baby. Let your husband own this desperate cunt.”
I thrust harshly inside her, pushing past whatever tightness was trying to choke my cock. She gasps, coughing from the pressure on her throat.
I don’t think anymore, letting the animal in me take over. I don’t care what she feels. Fuck, I barely even care if she survives this.
Something wet makes my hand slip, and I realize the cut from the knife I put to her throat yesterday is bleeding. It’s a shallow cut, but my hand is pressing hard against it.
Releasing the pressure slightly, I let her breathe while I spread her blood to her chest. She cries out when I rub my thumb against the bleeding spot. I then take it to one of her nipples while still keeping a thrusting rhythm in and out of her. She cries out when I cover her tortured nub in her own blood.
My mouth waters, and I lean down, licking the thickness off her nipple. She screams. Maybe from her bruised skin, maybe from my relentless pounding.
It doesn’t matter. I repeat the process with her other hardened bud, ignoring her whiny pleas. Her body is too exhausted to fight, and when she cries to stop, I push her harder.
And when I’ve used her for everything she has to give, I press my thumb against her clit. I rub her sensitive nub delicately, the opposite of the way I’m fucking her. My free hand collars her throat again, stopping her from breathing altogether.
“It’s okay if you pass out,” I rasp. “I’ll still make you come.”
But she doesn’t pass out. My words tip her over, and the way she convulses around my dick while she orgasms brings me over the edge too.
I grunt, thrusting hard as I fill her up with my cum.
My hand tightening around her throat cuts off her cries of release. “Take all of me, all of my cum.” Those words alone make her tighten around me again, ripples of her orgasm reverberating through me.
I pull out, my body exhausted, but I still kneel between her legs. I’m not myself when I push two fingers inside her.
“Don’t you fucking dare waste a single drop of my cum, wife.” I did the same when I fucked her yesterday. Every time I pull out of her, something else takes over me. I want to leave my mark on her, inside her.
It’s more than taunting or torturing her. I want her to feel all of me. Forever.
It’s her pained grunt that makes me realize how deeply and roughly I’m pushing my fingers. I’ve overused her, and yet I can’t stop myself from making sure she doesn’t spill any part of me that’s coating her cunt.
Even when I pull my fingers away and lie down beside her, even when I put the covers over our naked bodies and let her get space from me, I still slide a hand down her stomach and cup her pussy.
I made things clear with Kayla. I told her there were no secret feelings, no obsession. There is nothing that links her to me but the hate I have for her.
Maybe I lied.
Maybe there is a little bit of obsession. Maybe having her on my mind all day every day for the years I was stuck between four walls has turned me slightly obsessed.
But I have her now. I was fixated on revenge, and everything is going according to plan. Nothing to worry about.
I lie down in the dark on my side, my hand against her pussy, watching her chest rise and fall and her tormented nipples only lit by the light of the moon.
I should sleep now.
Stop watching her. Go to sleep.
I swallow, letting my gaze roam over her whole body and land on her delicate lips. Her mouth parts in the slightest, deep breaths coming in and out of her.
Right. Now, I’ll sleep.
But ten minutes later, I’m still observing her.
There’s something that stops me from looking away. I want to catch every single breath, all the ways her eyes shift beneath her lids. I want to make sure every micro movement she makes is a moment I can keep to myself.
