Rage

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Katherine

T he look on my husband’s face as I walked into the room? Priceless.

During his talk with Dimitry, I had wanted to kick him in the balls, not just for the way he spoke about me but for the blatant disrespect he showed my lover. When Dimitry had put him in his place, I couldn’t help but grin.

I supposed that wasn’t exactly loyal wife behavior, but I’d long since stopped considering loyalty as something he deserved from me.

I smiled and greeted the men at the table. I was grateful Dimitry didn’t invite my father to the meeting. He needed all the rest after the procedure, and I didn’t want him involved in this.

The leaders’ gazes lingered on me, and despite the tension hanging in the room, I could see amusement in their eyes.

I glanced at Dimitry. He lounged in his chair like a king, his eyes tracking my every movement.

I knew what he wanted. He hoped to humiliate my husband in front of everyone by showing I belonged to him. But I also knew he would let me decide what to do. He trusted me, placing himself in a vulnerable position just to give me that choice.

I fell doubly hard in love with him for that.

A wicked smile tugged at my lips as I walked toward the table, swaying my hips. Instead of stopping, I climbed up onto it, slowly and deliberately. The leaders shifted in their seats, clearly entertained.

Part of me wanted to humiliate Ivan, but the truth was, I would’ve done the same even if he weren’t here. Punishing him was just a bonus, a petty one I couldn’t deny enjoying.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I made my way toward Dimitry, undulating my body with every move. I could feel every pair of eyes on me. Ivan looked like he’d just swallowed a mouthful of acid, his discomfort fueling my excitement.

“Katherine!” he hissed as I neared Dimitry. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I shot him a cold, disdainful glance and kept moving. My deliberate disobedience seemed to push him over the edge, enough for him to forget how precarious his position was.

“You fucking traitorous whore,” he growled, extending a hand to grab me.

I raised mine to defend myself, but Dimitry’s cold voice sliced through the air, freezing us both mid-motion.

“Touch her, and I swear to God, I’ll cut off your hand and fuck you with it.”

Ivan shrank back into his seat. I smirked at him before crawling the last few inches to Dimitry, dropping myself into his lap like a spoiled kitten.

He laughed softly, steadying me as I settled in. I nuzzled him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Around us, I heard sharp intakes of breath, and I imagined one of them belonged to Ivan. Dimitry deepened the kiss, his hand splayed on my back, pulling me closer until I melted against him.

“Did you call me, love?” I asked sweetly.

“Yes,” he replied. “As you heard, your husband proposed to hand you over to me.”

I giggled, my gaze shifting to Ivan. The mix of disgust, fear, anger, and hatred painted on his face gave me a wicked thrill. Around the table, the other men watched us with a blend of amusement and shock, likely unused to seeing Dimitry act this way or tolerate such behavior from a woman in front of them.

“As if I ever belonged to him,” I said, letting my disdain drip from every word. “He failed as a husband in every way. He was never truly there for me, didn’t care about me, and, God, he definitely didn’t satisfy me.”

Ivan’s face turned an alarming shade of red, a vein pulsing dangerously at his temple. I shifted in Dimitry’s lap, draping my legs over the table and spreading them just enough to make the men at the table visibly react.

Except Ivan. He looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

“Do you see this?” I asked him, tracing a finger between my folds. “Do you see how well he fucked me? His cum is still inside my pussy. In only a few days, Dimitry’s given me more pleasure than you managed in our entire marriage. With him I didn’t need to fake it. And more than that. He showed me love, care, and respect. Something you never bothered with.”

Laughter rippled through the room, and my husband’s face turned crimson.

Dimitry’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he kissed my neck. I squirmed slightly, a jolt of heat running through me as I felt his erection pressing against my ass.

I dipped my fingers lower, coating them in the evidence of our earlier illicit moment. I brought them to my lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied moan.

“He’s delicious,” I said with a smirk. “And guess what? My pussy isn’t the only hole he claimed. He claimed my mouth, too. And you know what? I actually love giving him head. Do you remember how many times I turned you down when you begged for it? I think I sucked you off only twice during our entire marriage. But Dimitry … I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve eagerly done it for him. And swallowed every time.”

“You filthy sl?—?”

“I would choose my words very carefully if I were you,” Dimitry cut in coldly, holding me tighter.

Ivan clamped his mouth shut, trembling with barely contained rage. And now, it was time for the finishing blow. Not just to humiliate my husband but because I wanted it.

I fantasized about this in the last few days, but I still didn’t ask Dimitry if he would want us to try it. But this seemed to be the perfect moment.

“He claimed two of my holes, but I want more,” I purred. “I want him to claim the one you begged me to let you have, the one I always refused.”

Dimitry tensed beneath me, his cock jerking violently. I turned to face him, letting him see the raw, unfiltered lust in my eyes.

“Please, love, claim my ass. Here. Now. In front of everyone. I need you. I beg you, fuck me.”

Dimitry’s pupils dilated, his eyes darkening with feral, primal desire. His fingers dug into my flesh as he studied me. I licked a slow line along his jaw, savoring the shiver that ran through his body.

I let out an aroused whimper as he stood up and roughly bent me over the table. Oh, yes! I wiggled my ass at him and moaned as he hitched my dress and caressed my cheeks. I was already drenched, and hearing the zipper of his pants made me quiver in anticipation.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Katya? To show your husband and everyone here what a perfect slut you are for me?”

I smiled and pushed back, teasing him, purring, “Yes. Fuck me! Please!”

The group of men watched us, visibly shocked, amused, curious, and aroused at the same time. Given that I caught sight of a few of them adjusting themselves, I assumed seeing me acting like a little whore was pushing their buttons.

I could feel their eyes on me, traveling along my body, and it surprised me how thrilling this was. It made me feel like the star of a porn movie. Ivan’s strangled gasp cut through the silence, but I completely ignored him, his pain only fueling my pleasure.

Electricity pricked my hair as I felt Dimitry’s cock touching my legs. Spasms of excitement floated through my core as my lover used my pussy juices to prepare my ass. My muscles tensed as he slowly pushed his fingers inside my tight hole.

“Relax, Katya,” he murmured.

His voice was soothing and calm, and I tried my best to obey. I trusted him. Looking back, that had been another reason I had always refused Ivan, aside from his being completely unable to satisfy me in bed. I didn’t trust him.

I moaned and squirmed as Dimitry repeatedly pushed his fingers inside my virgin hole, forcing my ring of muscles to stretch. I glanced at Ivan. He was petrified, clutching the armrests of his chair so hard that I was impressed the wood hadn’t broken yet. He looked at me as if he wanted to throttle me, and I couldn’t hold myself from smirking.

Well, since he so easily called me a whore, I find it perfectly fair to act like one. Just not for him.

“Are you thinking about all the moments when you begged me to let you fuck my ass?” I taunted him. “When you whined and pouted because I always refused to let you put that tiny dick you didn’t even know how to use inside me?”

“Listen here, you fucking wh-” he growled, but I assumed Dimitry gave him a harsh glance because Ivan swallowed hard while looking at my lover and bit his lips shut while his face turned completely red.

“It doesn’t even matter what he thinks about,” Dimitry laughed, pulling his fingers out of my hole. “I bet this is an image he will never forget.”

I tensed as I felt his cock probing at my entrance. My heart thumped. I tried to focus on my breath and relax when my lover whispered “Easy, kitten. Calm down, trust me.” I did. I fucking did, more than I ever believed anyone else.

Pain shot through me as he pushed inside, inch by inch. Every cell in my body vibrated, and I cried out and squirmed as he stuffed me.

“You feel amazing, Katya,” he groaned. “So fucking tight!”

I dug my nails into the back of my palms and closed my eyes as he continued to advance. I gasped and whimpered as he forced the last inches inside, but once completely nestled, the discomfort vanished.

Dimitry allowed me to get accustomed to the sensation of fullness, the throbbing of his cock sending gentle ripples of pleasure. This was new and different, but also so good. I moaned as he caressed and stroked my body, and my mind turned mushy as he whispered, “Good girl.”

My lover grabbed my hips and started to thrust slowly. Given how fucking huge he was, I expected a new wave of pain, but it didn’t happen. My muscles were still pulsing, and it definitely felt different, but it was good. I could tell Dimitry was holding back, his movements careful and calculated.

Blinking my eyes open, I glanced around the room, and a thrill of arousing embarrassment ran down my spine as I noticed some of the men were stroking themselves. What the fuck? I didn’t expect that, but this was so naughty that it turned me on like crazy.

Ivan looked as if he was dead inside. If until then his ego had been at least bruised, now I bet it had been completely destroyed. I assumed now I clearly was a ruined slut, as he’d called me. Well, he wasn’t going to be married to me for too long.

“Fuck, Katya,” Dimitry groaned, slowly increasing the pace. “This pretty, tight hole of yours is amazing. And so fucking mine.”

I moaned, pushing back and mirroring his rhythm. His words sent flutters of excitement through me, and my core pulsed as he started to hammer into my ass. My body jostled forward at every thrust, my nipples so hard that they grazed the wooden surface through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I whimpered, meeting each one of his movements with one of my own.

Everything around blurred and ceased to exist. All that my brain cells could focus on at the moment were the amazing sensations of having that pole claiming my once virgin hole. His thrusts turned shorter and quicker with every passing second, tides of ecstasy rushing through me at every penetration.

“You’re so fucking good,” Dimitry groaned.

Stars played in front of my eyes as he snaked his hand between my legs and attacked my clit. My screams of pleasure increased in volume, and every cell of my body pulsed in arousal. Tension coiled in my core, and I could feel my orgasm building fast, in layers.

“Are you going to come for me, little slut? Right here, right now? In front of your husband?”

All my muscles tensed, his dirty words making my head spin. All I could do was moan and beg him to not stop while he railed me like there was no tomorrow. I could hear groans and grunts from around, so I assumed the other men loved the lewd view. The scent of sex was intoxicating, and my body purred as I spiraled toward my release.

“Look at him, Katherine,” Dimitry growled, tugging at my hair and making me face my husband. “Keep your eyes on him while you come. Let him watch you having a real orgasm, not a fake one.”

Ivan looked as if he had just been kicked in the balls. Dimitry used his hold on my hair to balance himself while fucking me rougher. With his other hand, he continued to torment my clit while he shoved that glorious cock hard and deep inside my ass.

“Show him how you look having the pleasure he never could give it to you,” he grunted.

God, everything he was doing to me threw me over the edge. I clawed at the table as wildfire engulfed my entire being. I looked into Ivan’s eyes while chanting Dimitry’s name, the disgust, humiliation, and anger so visibly painted on my husband’s face making everything hotter.

I could feel Dimitry’s cock swelling and pulsing, and my mind shut off as he growled and filled me up. The warmth of his cum rushed through me, crashing against the aftershocks of my orgasm and making every cell of my body buzz.

“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered. “God, this was the best sex of my life,” I mewled.

My legs trembled, and I went limp. Dimitry pulled out, but I didn’t move, remaining draped over the table, barely able to breathe. Damn, I knew Dimitry was amazing, but I was more exhausted than I’d ever been. Moans and groans echoed in the room, so I assumed the other men reached their climaxes.

I looked at Ivan. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him in such a ruined state, and I couldn’t hold back my grin. The fucking asshole deserved everything. At least now he had reasons to call me a whore.

There was only one thing I needed to do.

Divorce him.