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“From punching things?” I asked curiously, trying to figure out the man I was now wed to.
“From punching people,” He answered plainly and I shivered at the strength behind the statement.
“Thank you for your-” I paused and swallowed audibly as his hand between my thighs twitched moving higher still, “help.”
“Hmm.” He mused with an amused glint in his eye like he was enjoying the way my body responded to him.
Though he couldn’t pretend he was unaffected by our bodies touching, because I could feel the hard ridge of him under my ass still.
“Why did you lie to me last night?” I asked, finally speaking to the deceit between us.
“I never lied.”
“You weren’t the priest either,” I rebutted instantly, already prepared for his response somehow.
“Your family’s tradition is…” He paused, tightening his lips.
“Archaic?” I offered, “Barbaric?”
“Repulsive,” He finally answered, and I felt like it was a personal depiction of his opinion of me as well.
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.” I scoffed, “I wasn’t willingly participating.”
His green eyes bounced back and forth between mine like he was trying to detect a lie in my response, except there wasn’t one to find.
“We both agree it’s repulsive, but that doesn’t answer why you intervened,” I argued, making my spine stiffen with strength and his eyes darkened at my audacity to question him. “You couldn’t even be bothered to show up to dinner,” I added, “Something you said by the way, not me.”
“I was there, you just didn’t see me.” He countered and I scowled at his riddle.
“Fine,” I swung my legs off his knees and went to stand. If he wasn’t going to offer any more information to me, I wasn’t going to just lounge in his lap all day while he continued to play with me like a pet.
“Stop!” He barked and tightened his hand around my upper thigh, “I haven’t dismissed you.”
“Haven’t you though?” I countered, clutching at the front of my gown as the top gaped around my twisted torso revealing the swell of my lace-covered breasts. “You won’t answer me, that seems pretty dismissive.”
“Choosing what answers to give you when I feel like it, isn’t dismissive, but it is how our interactions will proceed for the foreseeable future.” He argued, letting his eyes drop to my chest, “It’s something you’re going to have to get used to.”
“My father broke my hand while leading me down the aisle to you on our wedding day. Something I had actually come to terms with and had accepted before that moment, because of something you did. A decision you made to interfere with a century-old tradition. While I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t offer some sort of relief knowing I wasn’t raped by some stranger last night; it doesn’t just let you off the hook for what you did.” I stiffened my spine, “I deserve an explanation if nothing else, regardless of what you believe I should just accept or not.”
He watched me as I laid into him, letting his eyes rove over my face as I argued my point until I huffed in silence and waited for some sort of reply from him, given that short of physically fighting him for my freedom, I was stuck.
“I wasn’t going to let some old fucking creep take something that belonged to me.” He answered easily before running his tongue over his bottom lip, drawing my eyes to it and I could feel his anger growing inside of his tight body. “Your body is mine, which meant your virginity was mine to take, whether you like it or not. You are mine to use and to play with as I see fit. On days I feel generous I’ll allow you pleasures like I did last night when you were moaning and clawing at me in ecstasy. On days that I don’t, I’ll take what I want, how I want, when I want it regardless of your feelings on the matter.” He stood up and pushed me to my feet. “I need sons.” He stared directly into my eyes, “That is your purpose. Anything more than that is to be determined.”
“I’m just to be a broodmare for you to breed?” I snapped at him angrily. “Maybe you should have just purchased a thoroughbred horse then and fucked it to get your jollies off, you animal.”
He moved so quickly that I didn’t have time to cower as his hand tightened around my throat and pulled me flush to his chest. I clawed at his hand, but he didn’t budge on the tight grip he had around me. “I can be an animal if you want me to be, wife.” He hissed the title angrily before reaching for the tie on my robe and pulling it free.
Cool air stimulated my overheated body as he pushed the silk off my shoulders to bare my wedding lingerie to his hungry eyes. “I hate you.” I sneered, feeling the anger inside of me burn to a boiling point. I’d been held captive my whole life, and I had hoped this would be different. That somehow this man would be better than my father had been.
Clearly, I was wrong.
“Wrong,” He tsked, shaking his head, “You don’t even know me yet, Little One.” He pushed me backward by my throat until my legs bumped into the back of the chair and then he twisted me around and folded me over the tall back, keeping his hand around the back of my neck. My bare feet hung uselessly above the ground as fear raced through my body. “But if you insist, I’ll give you a reason to hate me.”
His hands gripped the thin lace of my panties, and he ripped them from my body with absolutely no effort at all. “No!” I kicked, trying to right myself over the back of the chair as his hand came down on my ass cheek in a thundering slap, stilling me in pure shock as my fear turned into adrenaline.
He pushed my thighs apart and then dipped his thick fingers between them, rubbing against my entrance and then down to my clit, pinching it almost painfully. “Tell me, Little One,” He chided with almost mirth to his evil voice, “Is this wetness, my come from last night dripping out of your tight cunt still or from your arousal right now?” He held me tighter as I squirmed harder while he pushed his fingers into my vagina, before growling and thrusting them in and out a few times. He pulled them free and then I heard the telltale sound of him licking them clean above me and I groaned at how it made me feel to know he was tasting me again, even indirectly. He moaned theatrically, “Mmh, that’s all you baby. Sweet cream from inside of you coats your pussy, readying your body for my cock, doesn’t it.”
I hissed as his hand connected with my already burning ass cheek again and screamed in frustration into the cushion of the chair, angry at my useless body.
