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Making her submit to me. Making herhurt. Making her regret what she’s done.
“No one lies to Theo McNeil. Especially not hisfuckingwife.” I undo my belt buckle, sliding the leather free. “My hand or my belt, Marika. Choose one.”
“What?” she gasps, and I grit my teeth.
“I’m going to punish you for your lies,” I tell her, my voice harsh and cold. “For being a disobedient wife. And then, when I’m finished punishing you, I’ll fuck you the way a whore deserves to be fucked.”
Marika lets out a strangled cry, and I see the tears hitting the wood of the dresser as she gasps, her hands clenching around the edge of it. “Please, no—”
“The time to beg my forgiveness has already passed. Choose, Marika. My hand or my belt.”
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I can’t—”
I toss the belt aside, making the decision for her. As pleasurable as it would be to hear the crack of the leather against her skin, I want to feel my own hand against her more. I want her to feel every ounce of the anger she’s roused in me.
“You must have been so pleased when I was gentle with you,” I murmur harshly, running my hand over the curve of her ass. “When you were given a reason to believe that I might not be the cruel man you were told you were going to marry. And how did you decide to use that? By lying to me and enjoying another man behind my back.” My hand slides over the opposite curve, feeling her tremble beneath my touch, and despite my anger, I can feel myself getting hard. When I step back a little, looking at the soft pink folds visible between her slightly parted thighs, I can see her arousal glistening there, too.
I laugh, swiping my fingers over her, feeling her shudder beneath my touch. “Lying little slut,” I hiss. “Does he know how wet you get for me? Does he know youwantme, that you’re not just enduring my presence in your bed the way you’re supposed to? Does he know the things you beg for when I’m inside of you?”
Marika lets out another shuddering sob, and I reach back, bringing my hand down sharply on one side of her shapely ass.
The crack sounds through the room, flesh against flesh, her creamy skin turning red where my hand was. I bring it down again, the flush spreading as Marika cries out, another sob of pain trembling through her as I strike her ass again, turning it red and hot with every impact of my hand against her flesh.
And I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
“I tried to be gentle with you,” I snarl. “I tried not to show you the darker things I enjoyed, to shelter you from how much I lusted after you, to ease you into it. Do you think I didn’t want that pretty blonde hair wrapped around my fist? Do you think I didn’t want to see those big blue eyes as wet as your pussy while you cried for me? Do you think thatIam not capable of violence in bed? That I don’t want it? That a man like me could be satisfied entirely with sweet words and soft kisses?”
My hand cracks down against her flesh, over and over, on both sides, until her ass is burning red and a steady stream of sobs are tumbling from her lips. “Who thefuckdo you think you married,soith?” I snarl as I strike her again, my cock throbbing in its confines. “I was gentle with you because I thought you needed it. Because Iwantedto be. But now,thisis what I want, and you will take it, you lying little whore.”
I strike her ass once more on either side, hearing her cry of pain dimly. Then I reach out, wrapping her hair roughly around my fist as I yank her head back at the same moment that I drive two of my fingers into her pussy.
She’s fuckingdrenched, and I hear myself laugh, the sound mingling with her sobbing moan as I thrust my fingers into her roughly. “Does being punished turn you on?” I growl, my thumb finding her clit as I lean in to snarl the words in her ear. It’s fucking swollen, throbbing under my touch, and I laugh again, realizing how much the spanking aroused her. “You enjoy being treated like the slut you are? Good. I’ll enjoy showing you how I treat a lying littlesoithwho takes advantage of me.”
“Theo—” she gasps my name, tears still soaking the wood of the dresser, but I no longer know if she’s sobbing in pain or fear or pleasure. I thrust my fingers into her hard, driving her towards a fast, brutal orgasm, and I nip at her ear as I do, bending over her in the same way I plan to very shortly, when I fuck her hard.
“Come for me, my pretty little slut,” I hiss into her ear. “Show me just how much you want your husband.”
She lets out another cry, this one higher-pitched, her entire body trembling with the force of it as I feel her clench around my fingers, her hips arching back into my hand and her knees buckling as she comes unraveled, a helpless moan falling from her lips as I feel her arousal drip over my hand.
My cock is so hard it feels as if it might explode. I yank my soaked fingers out of her, dragging down my own zipper as I feverishly pull my cock out, angling myself behind her. I don’t bother being gentle, don’t bother giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of my thick, swollen head against her entrance before I slam every inch of my cock into her, feeling her stretch and give around me as she lets out a howl of mingled pain and pleasure.
“That’s it,cailín,”I snarl in her ear as I thrust hard, gasping with the pleasure of feeling her tight, wet heat clenching around me. “Fucking take it. Scream for me. Scream loud enough that thebastardwho fucked you first hears you screaming for my cock.” I tighten my hand in her hair, dragging her head back as I press my lips to her throat, scoring my teeth over the pale flesh. “Scream for me,soith.”
I’ve never fucked her this ruthlessly. I slam my hips into her with every stroke, feeling her body rock forward against the dresser, feeling that tight heat again and again. I’ve wanted to fuck her like this, to take her hard and violently, and I held back, because I didn’t want to hurt or frighten her.
Now, I don’t care, and the pleasure of it has me on the verge of coming more quickly than I’d like.
But I want her to come on my cock again while I fuck her like this.
My fingers find her clit, rubbing it hard, not giving her an inch of gentleness as I pound my cock into her. I can feel her tightening around me, her body pulling me deeper even as she sobs and pleads, and it feels so fucking good. The velvet heat of her caresses my straining, aching flesh with every stroke, sensation overwhelming me, and I snarl in her ear for her to come for me again as I pinch her clit between my fingers, rolling it roughly between them as Marika lets out a long, shuddering gasp.
“Come for me,soith,” I growl, fucking her as hard as I can, harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. “Come on my fucking cock, and scream my name.”
I see her jaw tighten, see her fighting it, but there’s no fighting the pleasure I can feel rippling through her. My pretty little whore of a bride likes pain as well as pleasure, and with each slam of my hips into her reddened flesh, she lets out a sobbing cry that I can tell has her on the verge of orgasm.
“I’m so fucking close, Marika—ah—” I let out a groan of pleasure, my cock stiffening as I feel my balls tighten with the onrush of my climax, and I rub her clit hard, feeling her entire body go tense. “I’m going to fill you up—ohfuck—”
She lets out a strangled cry as I slam my cock into her once more, the hot, satisfying rush of my orgasm spurting inside of her as her back arches despite herself, her fingers scratching against the wood of the dresser, her sobbing scream of pleasure no doubt heard past the house as I keep thrusting, keep fucking her as my cock spills inside of her, wanting my cum inside of her as deeply as it can possibly go. She’s still trembling when I feel the last of it spurt inside of her, her pussy still fluttering and clenching around me, and I hold myself there for a moment, breathing hard with my hand still wrapped in her hair.
