The sharp smack lingers in the air, the sting radiating through my skin and up my spine. “Ah,” I cry out.
His hand glides over my heated flesh, soothing. I draw in a breath, bracing myself for what’s next.
Nico steps aside, deliberately stroking his long, thick, hard length. His other hand remains tangled in my hair, forcing my gaze on him. “How many times did I try to make us a couple?”
“Nico,” my voice shakes.
He stands behind me, pressing himself against my entrance. “You put something in my toothpaste to turn my teeth blue,” he growls as he pushes the tip inside.
My hungry core tightens around him.
I lock eyes with my husband, completely vulnerable. My back arches, ass juts out, ready to take him—pain or not. I’ll endure it. I deserve it.
He leans down, whispering, “You tried to fucking…”
He slides all the way in.
“Ah,” I cry out through the sting.
“…kill me.”
He pulls out sharply and drives back in, teeth sinking into my neck. Somehow, I find myself saying, “Fuck me harder.”
He doesn’t release my neck. His expression is unreadable as he pounds into my dripping core again and again.
“You’re that desperate for this? That you’d take the pain?”
“Yes,” I sob.
A bloody smile curls on his lips. “Such a good wife.”
Nico grips my hair like reins from behind, delivering long, delicious strokes that send stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Nico, it hurts so fucking good,” I moan.
My breasts slap against the dresser with every thrust.
Though it burned at first, now the pain blends into pleasure, and my moans won’t stop.
“I-I missed you so much, Nico.”
He pulls out, spins me around, and hoists me into his arms like I weigh nothing. My scalp screams from my hair being pulled for so long.
My legs tremble around his muscled waist. His heavy hand comes down on my ass again. “Five years, Serenity.”
“Ouch,” I yell.
“Guess, this is your way of getting me back for what I’ve done.”
A flash of anger lights up his brown eyes, followed by a dark chuckle. No words come next. He pins me against the mirrored wall, his hand tightening around my neck. Instead of pushing him away, I fix my gaze ahead. Does he think he can break me after everything I’ve survived? It won’t be that easy. Maybe this is just another mind game. Psychological warfare. Maybe he once loved me, but that love has faded. My arms hang loose at my sides as he plunges into me. A wicked grin curves my lips as I press my neck harder against his firm grip.
“Squeeze tighter,” I challenge.
Did he think I was losing it?
Nico doesn’t relent. He tightens his hold. “You tried…” Thrust. “…to kill me.” Thrust. “…after I nearly died. For you.” He drives into me again.
I hold my ground. I look right through him and lose myself in the heat of it.
