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Pollyanna heard herself lash out, “Why can’t you be supportive of my dreams?” It was the worst thing to say, but she didn’t know this.
“And what’s your dream?” he demanded savagely. “To leave the kids? To recapture your youth and spend my money after earning it in my bed?”
Pollyanna whitened.
Kyr swore.
“Go to hell.” The words made Kyr flinch because he knew that someone like Pollyanna wouldn’t have said such a thing if she wasn’t hurting terribly.
And he would have let her go, let his wife have some much-needed space, if not for her next words.
“I don’t think I want this kind of marriage.”
And it was like being rejected by Ana all over again.
In seconds, he had gone around his desk and caught up with her. She had just turned the knob, but he slammed the door shut.
He hauled her away from the door. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She whirled around and slapped him. “I hate you!” Her eyes blazed with angry tears.
“Let’s see how much you mean that,” he snarled just before ripping her dress from her body.
She screamed, going wild, but it didn’t stop him from ripping the rest of her dress and her underwear soon followed. She tried clawing him, but it was no use, he was too powerful, and he had thrown her on the couch in no time.
“No!” But there wasn’t just fear and anger in her cry. There was desire, too, and both of them knew it.
His eyes glittered down at her. “You will never leave me.”
And then he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping himself, and when she realized that he was going to take her without a condom, she realized with a flash that he could get her pregnant again. Since giving birth to Leo five months ago, she had stopped taking birth control, her body having developed a sudden, inexplicable allergy to it.
If she became pregnant again, she thought sickly, it would be all over, and she wouldn’t be able to start working.
So she started to struggle harder, screaming, trying to claw him, but it was no use. He was too strong, and her own body was betraying her. His cock slid inside her, and she moaned, both in pleasure and despair.
Then he was fucking her hard, holding her legs up in the air, the inescapable force of his thrusts imprisoning her under him, and she moaned. “No!”
“Yes,” he hissed down at her, and as if he was challenged by her continued refusal, he deliberately circled his hips, making sure that this time his thrusts rubbed her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“Aaaah!” She was slowly losing her mind, her anger fading as her need for her husband grew.
Over and over, he pumped his cock into her, his hips moving faster than it had ever been, and in the end, she could only surrender with a cry.
A low growl of triumph escaped him, and he flipped on her back, knowing that entering her from behind would heighten her pleasure. Now that she had given herself to him, it was his turn to please his wife and give himself to her. He fucked her hard, pinching her nipples in rhythm with his thrusts, and when she began to pant loudly, he knew she was close.
“Come for me,” he said harshly, and he thrust into her as deeply as he could.
She came with a ragged sob, and her climax spurred his, and clasping her hips tightly to him, he spilled every drop of cum inside her pussy, even grinding his cock against her so not a drop would be wasted.
But when the haze of their lovemaking faded, reality crashed, and both of them wordlessly disentangled themselves from each other. Seated at the couch, still naked, he watched his wife slowly pick up her clothes from the floor, her every movement stiff.
Then he heard her choke back a sob, and he moved first, thinking, ‘To hell with pride.’
He had her in his arms the next moment, and she was sobbing against his chest.
He inhaled hard. “I’m sorry,” Kyr gritted out.
Pollyanna nodded, but now she was old enough to know that sometimes, sorry just wasn’t enough. Now, she finally realized that the day would come when she had to stop papering over the cracks of their marriage and find out what the real problem was.
Because, even if neither of them didn’t want to admit it, their marriage wasn’t perfect.
Chapter Nine
It was fast becoming a pattern, Pollyanna thought wryly over a year later as she found herself looking back at the past. The night Kyr had taken her in his office, she had conceived, and of course that had put an end to any plans she had about working.
Again.
While rocking her baby to sleep, she found herself looking up at the ceiling. God, is this Your way of trying to tell me something?
