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In one swift move I removed my fingers, fisted her panties and ripped them from her body. My cock pulsed in my slacks with impatience. My core full of molten lava burning with need. Becka’s fingers made quick work of my belt and zipper and fisted me in her hands when my dick sprang free, as I shoved her dress up her hips. She squeezed hard on my shaft almost to the point of pain. Fuck yes. Then I palmed her ass and slid her to the edge of the table. Our rushed breathing filled the air.
She lined me up and I drove into her with one angry flex of my hips. Her head flew back with a cry of ecstasy. I put all my strength into every pump, holding onto her thighs in a death grip. Putting my hand to her chest I pushed her flat to the surface, watching as her back arched up off the table. My balls sucked up tight as my orgasm neared. She looked so damn beautiful spread out before me, writhing in the wake of my sexual anger. It made me regret what I was going to have to do when we were finished.
Suddenly she flew forward shoving me with all her might. I lost balance, falling flat on my back to the floor with a thump. “What the…”
Before I could do anything Becka jumped on top of me. My stomach tightened when she sank down on me hard. Adrenaline electrified every cell in my body when she fisted my shirt, ripping it open and sending buttons flying. Then her nails dug into my chest, raking their way down my pecks. I gritted my teeth as pain seared my body. Fuck, that’s hot. I looked down so see her angry red scratches marking my skin.
She put everything she had into grinding on me. I realized she was out to prove her own strength. To show me she would not be dominated. Fuck that.
Pulling her into my chest I flipped us so I was on top, pounding into her. She didn’t resist, thrusting upward to meet my own rhythm. Becka’s insides pulsed around me as her orgasm built and her cries stole her breath. She clawed at my back and pulled her knees up higher, so I would hit her spot just right. My hand went to her neck and gave a little squeeze. She responded by placing her hand over mine and encouraging me to squeeze harder.
“Luca!” Becka’s scream punctured my eardrums. While she continued crying out in pleasure I shoved my tongue in her mouth, claiming the rest of her cries until I crossed my own finish line.
“Becka,” I exhaled in her ear. My arms gave out. Falling to the floor next to her, trying to catch my breath as I stared hazily at the ceiling.
We laid there, not talking or looking at one another. Both of us trying to process what just happened. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. The silence was now bleak and chilling. Our pants slowed to normal after a few long minutes.
Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. Indignation consumed my mind. Several minutes ago I caught her flirting with another man. She humiliated me in front of Lorenzo and countless others. I knew the day would come when I could no longer give warnings. Today turned out to be that day.
Vomit climbed my throat. What I had to do would set us back so far. I tried and failed to mentally prepare for the never-ending winter of her hatred that would follow. My resolve anchored, remembering what it felt like having Lorenzo voice his disappointment, seeing her smile and laugh with another man. It has to be done. If word got out I didn’t set her straight, my abilities would be questioned by everyone. Son-of-a-bitch.
I stood, giving Becka my back while I tucked myself and my shirt back into my pants. Then I pulled my belt free of its loops and folded it in half. Took a deep breath, and turned. I glared down at her with exasperation for forcing my hand.
Becka’s eyes widened when they landed on the belt. Fear flashed in her gaze, crackling and sizzling like lighting. I wavered in my decision for a moment, then shoved it away. Her chest heaved with disbelief.
Then her eyes narrowed, moving to my face. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned.
“Don’t fight it. I warned you this would happen. Too many people saw you. Now, get up and bend over the couch.”
Becka scrambled to her feet. “Because I talked to another man?” she yelled throwing her arms out wide.
“I saw the way you were smiling and laughing with him.” My jealousy ramped up again at the images of them together. “Is that what you want? Am I not enough? Tell me I’m wrong. That you don’t wish for a different life every fucking day!”
“You bastard! First you humiliate me in front of everyone and then you insult me by taking my smiling at another man as a threat! Go fuck yourself Luca!”
I took two steps forward, ready to fling her over the couch and get it done with all the pleasure in the world. She matched my steps in retreat.
“You humiliated me by throwing yourself at another man in front of the whole bar! Everyone could see you. Do you loath your life with me so much that at the first chance you can’t wait to throw your pussy at what you believe is greener pastures!” My voice thundered through the office, shaking the walls. “You are mine, Becka.”
Something broke behind her eyes. Rage and hurt twisted her beautiful features, but her words came out as whispers. “You insecure piece-of-shit.”
Her words had me stopping dead in my tracks. Her voice dripped with venom and… pain. Her bottom lip trembled. She reminded me of a wounded animal, unsure if it’s going to strike in anger or fall dead.
“Of course I’m yours!” she cried, throwing out her hands. “I have spent the last weeks doing everything to prove that to you, but you still refuse to trust me. I have been faithful in every way. It’s you that can’t come to terms with your own shit. You let your jealousy run you like an immature boy tonight.” My brow furrowed at her digs. She didn’t seem to care. “If you had come to me as my husband and shown the respect I deserve you would have seen there was nothing to be jealous of. But I guess that’s asking too much from a jealous, violent gangster. I’m sure your parents would be soooo proud.”
CRACK!
The sound of my backhand to her face split the world in two. Becka’s head whipped around, her body crumbling to the floor.
Shit-shit-shit.Shock rocked me to the core.
I stood over her sad state sprawled on the floor, holding the side of her face that was already turning a bright red. I hit her. Vomit crawled up my throat. Cold dread stole my breath. The belt slipped through my palm clattering to the floor.
All she did was tell the truth. A truth I knew to be true, and I thanked her by unleashing years of pinned up anger on her about something I could never contend with. I hurt her. My mouth went dry and my hands shook. Self hatred pealed back my flesh, causing indescribable pain. Looking down at my hands all I could think about was cutting off the one I had struck her with. I was frozen, not knowing what to do.
I took the one good thing in my life and trashed it. Spanking her was meant to be nothing more than a consequence that I had fully disclosed to her. Done without the intention of causing any real damage. When I hit her, it had been out of anger, with every intention to hurt. All I had accomplished was proving her point about the man I was. Disgust had me wanting to crawl out of my own skin.
Becka shifted on the floor, her teary eyes met mine as she pushed herself up on an elbow. She didn’t look angry, only defeated. A deep sadness that filled her to the brim and overflowed with her tears. Her tongue poked out to touch the corner of her mouth where blood dripped down.
“Becka I’m… I’m sorry.” My voice shook as much as my hands. I reached down to help her up but a hand flew up in rejection. It jabbed a knife deep into my heart, and I absolutely deserved every bit of the pain.
Rising to her feet, Becka straighten out her dress and smoothed down her hair. She swallowed hard with emotion and met my eyes. “You asked me if I dream of a different life.” Her tone was as neutral as her face. “The answer is yes, Luca. I think about it everyday.”
The knife in my heart twisted back and forth, digging deeper, with the physical pain becoming as real as the mental.
“But…,” she continued, “I dream about that life with you.” Now the sorrow took over her features. “That night… I didn’t choose this life, Luca. I chose you.”
My heart was now being sawed in half like a slab of meat. Misery had my stomach roiling. Cold consumed me with brandishing retribution.
Becka ducked her head and headed for the door before I could think of how to respond. The clicking of her heals on the hard floor as she left were razor blades stabbing in my ears. I let her walk out the door, knowing I had no right to try and stop her.
