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"And that's how you want it, don't you? You want to be taken on all fours like a fucking bitch in heat, isn't that right?" I ask as I thrust into her, this time harsher than before—so much so she has a hard time muffling her moans.
"Yes," she pants.
"There we go," I chuckle. "Finally shedding that innocent act you had going on. God, but you had me," I grit my teeth as the memories of our time together assail me. "You fucking had me, Noelle."
"No," she shakes her head, her neck still in my hold. "None of it was fake. That's how I am with you—only with you," she says in a breathless moan.
"Does that mean you were different with other men?" The question slips past my lips before I can help myself, and the realization that not only is my wife not who she says she is, but she might have a whole different past, makes me want to fucking explode.
I still inside of her, my hand tightening over her neck as scenarios pile up in my head, the thought of her with anyone else tearing me up on the inside.
"No, no," she denies vehemently. "I swear to you, Raf."
"Funny," I scoff. "As if I believed anything you said at this point."
"I'll do anything for you to believe me, Raf. You're my Blue, you know that. My Blue that I love more than anything else in the entire world. How could I let anyone else touch me when you've been the love of my life since I was fifteen? When you're the only man I've ever looked at?" The words pour out of her as she struggles to turn to me and convince me with her beguiling eyes.
And fuck if she's not halfway there. Because I'm a goddamn fucking fool whose only weakness seems to be this one woman.
But that's the issue. I'm too fucking weak for her and everything she means to me.
"Anything," I sneer. "What about this?" I ask as I bring my hand to her ass, trailing one finger from her tight hole to her pussy that's currently stuffed with my cock. "Did I fuck you here, too?"
She stills for a moment before shaking her head.
"Did anyone else?" My jaw twitches as I utter the question.
"No," she cries out. "No one."
"So you'll give it to me?" I ask innocently. "You said anything."
She nods effusively.
"Anything," she confirms.
I don't know what comes over me to ask for this, except that I'm seething with jealousy.
I fucking hate her for what she's done and for her all lies but I can't help but be cut to my core at thinking she might have been with someone else—that she might have let another man put his hands on her. So much so that I want to put my fucking claim on every little part of her body, take her in every way possible until I'm the only one she can remember—the only one to imprint on her.
How fucked up is that?
How fucked up is the fact that I hate her but I still want her—so much so that I'd fucking kill anyone who ever put a hand on her?
Goddamn, but if she's insane—and all evidence points to it—then I'm just as much as a lunatic for craving her worse than any drug.
Yet at this point, everything has been set in motion, and I find that I don't want to stop.
She's mine.
She's my fucking wife.
I may hate her, but she's fucking mine.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I spit between her cheeks. Sliding out of her pussy, I swirl my finger around her asshole, massaging in the combination of her arousal and my spit.
"Raf…" she whimpers as I bring my cock to her little hole, testing the tightness of her muscles.
"You said this is mine, Noelle. Isn't that so? That I'm the only one to touch you here," I murmur in a caustic tone.
