CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE #2
“Don’t what?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper as he moved closer still. “Don’t touch you? Don’t make you feel? Don’t show you that you’re not the only one who’s conflicted?”
He was so close. Too close.
Thud. Thud.
I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the clean scent of his soap mixed with something muskier, more primal.
The tension between us was undeniable, a living thing that crackled in the air, growing hotter with each passing second.
“I hate you,” I said, but the words lacked conviction.
“You keep saying that.” He placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. “But your body tells a different story.”
We were so close now that our chests were almost touching. My nipples hardened.
I could feel the warmth of his skin, could see the pulse beating at the base of his throat. My own heart was hammering against my ribs, a wild, desperate rhythm that matched the turmoil inside me.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
His breath fanned against my cheek, before his lips brushed against the top of my left ear. “I owned every part of you long before I put that ring on your finger,” he rasped, his voice dropping low, a deep cadence that traveled all the way to my toes.
My spine tingled.
Goosebumps peppered my skin.
“I’m angry at you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “For forcing me to be a part of your cruelty.”
“I know.” His voice was soft, almost gentle.
It was the closest to a real apology I would ever get from him, and somehow, that made it worse. Made the emotions swirling inside me even more confusing.
“You can’t just—” I started, but he cut me off, pressing his body against mine, one leg sliding between mine to force them apart.
The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body responding despite my mind’s protests. My heart ricocheted, pulse thundering in my throat… and my core tightened. A tingling spread through my stomach.
My body betrayed me.
Adrian fisted my nightgown, hiking it up, baring my thighs and pushing it up to my hips, exposing me to him. He pressed his thigh between the juncture of my legs.
I was bare.
And I throbbed.
He moved his thigh back and forth, pressing against my heated flesh, creating a friction that made my breath hitch in my throat.
A dangerous heat curled through my body.
“Bastard,” I hissed.
But my hips moved of their own accord, seeking more contact.
Adrian smirked, that infuriating, arrogant expression that made me want to slap him. “Is that the best you can do?”
“Monster,” I tried again, my voice breathless as his hand moved between us, his fingers sliding down and finding the wet heat between my legs. “You sadistic, filthy, heartless parasi—”
My words were cut off with a gasp.
He touched me, brushing against my folds, sliding a single finger over my lower lips, spreading them apart, seeking my hardened nub.
I clenched.
His finger teased my opening.
I whimpered.
His smirk widened. “You’re drenched for me, wife.” He pulled his hand away, bringing it up between us. To show me.
My lips parted on a shaky gasp. His fingers glistened with my arousal as he slowly spread them apart, the delicate strands of my wetness stretching obscenely between them.
“Look at you,” he said, voice raspy. “So fucking needy.”
My hand came up before I could stop myself.
I slapped him, my palm connecting with his cheek hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
His head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at me, there was no anger in his eyes.
Only hunger. Only desire.
A dangerous, insatiable, primitive need.
He grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall beside my head as his mouth crashed down on mine.
The kiss was a battle cry, a crazed desperation, so thick I almost cried out as his lips brutalized mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, dominating me, punishing me.
I kissed him back, all my anger, all my fear, all my hatred channeled into the press of my lips against his.
The kiss consumed us.
And I lost all sense of time and place.
He was greedy, I was furious.
He was ravenous, I was desperate.
Adrian groaned.
I whimpered.
My heart beat savagely against my rib-cage.
My hands came up to his shoulders, fingers pressing into his kiss, nails digging into his flesh. He hissed. And then kissed me harder. Brutal. Frantic. Agonizing.
I clawed at him.
I hate him.
I fought him.
I grinded against his thigh, my wetness coating the fabric of his sweatpants.
He intoxicated me.
Fire burned under my flesh. My stomach tightened, something unfurling deep within me, a desire—carnal, twisted, consuming—bubbled in my blood, before crashing through me like a storm.
It rippled through me. Long, hard, deep.
I clung to my husband as I rode the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tearing his mouth from mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
His free hand, the one still coated with my arousal, tore at my nightgown, the fabric ripping as he exposed my body to his hungry gaze. I should have fought him. Should have pushed him away.
I almost did.
But then he was lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. We fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and his mouth found mine again before I could protest, our bodies seeking the connection we both craved despite the war between us.
This wasn’t love.
It wasn’t even affection.
It was something else entirely.
It was dark and feral. Obsessive and violent. A desperate need to feel something…anything…besides the horror and the fear and the hatred that consumed us both.
It was a ravenous need to fill the emptiness between us, inside me. To feel.
He pulled away from the kiss, and my eyes fluttered close as his warm lips whispered over my throat and I moaned as he went lower.
His face hovered over my breasts, his breath teasing my nipples.
I gripped the back of his head and tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckled darkly before his lips brushed against my nipple and I thrashed, the feeling so foreign, so good…
Adrian sucked the tip into his wet mouth, his tongue laving my swollen nipple as he twisted and tugged on the other one, hurting me with his torturous touch.
But it hurt so good.
The pleasure came with the pain.
Adrian released my nipples and he went down, lower. His wide shoulders settled between my thighs, pushing them farther apart and his head lowered over my center. “You’re so wet for me, Princess. Your cunt is glistening.”
His finger teased my opening and I clenched, more wetness pooling at my core. “Shut up,” I gasped when he pressed inside, just a knuckle.
“Shh,” he crooned. His lips grazed my inner thigh and he nipped me teasingly. “Let me in, Serafina. Give this to me.”
His thick finger pressed deeper and then he was sliding in and out of me, working me slowly before picking up his pace, almost urgently – as if he was quickly losing his patience and his sanity.
When he pushed a second finger inside, I couldn’t hold back my moan.
So filthy.
So sinful.
So… good.
My toes curled and I circled my hips, seeking his fingers and silently begging him for more. “So greedy you are, wife,” he grunted, continuing to work his fingers inside my body. Thrusting in and out. His thumb brushed against my clit, pressing down and my body went rigid, strung tight like a bow.
Adrian lowered his head over my mound and he sucked the little nub into his mouth. “Oh!” I moaned, pressing my thighs against his head, holding him there, strangling him, smothering him…
Fuck. I hated him. I wanted to kill him.
I wanted him to keep touching me.
Adrian was stronger than me and his hand gripped my thigh, forcing them apart, spreading me wide and open to him. “If you want to strangle something, you can strangle my cock,” he rumbled against my pussy.
His teeth grazed me and then he nipped down at the same time he slammed his two fingers inside of me.
I screamed.
My vision blurred with dark spots.
My head swam and the world tilted on its own axis.
I was falling…
Adrian released my clit from between his teeth and pulled his fingers out. There was so much wetness, my mattress was drenched underneath me.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Adrian growled. His face was dark, to the point of violence, and his eyes… there was madness in them.
Madness that matched my own need.
“Please.” I didn’t know what exactly I was begging for. My chest rattled with every desperate breath I took.
Adrian hastily got rid of his sweatpants, and he gripped his thick shaft. He was fully aroused. So big and hard.
His darkened eyes met mine. “I won’t be gentle. I won’t go slow. I’ll fuck you so hard, I’ll hurt you.”
I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
His gaze went between my open legs, where I laid in front of him like a sacrifice. Maybe I was…
His body lowered over mine, chest to chest, hips to hips.
His lust matched my own as he palmed and squeezed my breasts until they hurt.
“Your tits are so fucking beautiful. You’re going to squeeze my cock between them.
Not tonight. But another time. I’ll fuck these pretty tits and then spill my cum down your throat. ”
His filthy words had my brain in mush and my heart in my throat. I licked my lips. “Bastard,” I cursed again. A ruthless, arrogant prick he was.
“Do you want to be taken like a wanton little slut?” he said darkly. “Do you want to be fucked like a bitch in heat? Want me to take this cunt like the savage I am?”
My face heated. “I hate you,” I hissed.
Break me. Hurt me.
I needed it.
I deserved it.
A shadow flitted across his face, and he growled, low and deep.
“Be a good girl for me,” he rasped in my ear.
I pressed my lips together, refusing to answer him.
Adrian grinned, almost wickedly, but he looked pleased with my resentful defiance and quiet obedience.
With his eyes still on me, his hands circled my thighs and he pushed my knees up, toward my chest. I laid there, in this new position, wide open for Adrian.