11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Emilio
A fter fucking my wife twice and getting a blow job, I’m still rock hard. The little brat knows how to push my buttons. Her defiance turns me on, yet it's draining when she tries to outwit me.
Returning to my office, I pour a whiskey, taking shot after shot until a fog settles over my mind. The urge to walk back down that hall and spank my wife's full, perfect ass is hard to deny. She's purposely taunting me, and it's working. No woman ever talks back to me the way she does. They get fucked and get out because they know I want nothing more from them. Serena, I want so much more from, even though I can only admit I want her as revenge. I know it's more than that. She's going to laugh in my face if I allow myself to catch feelings.
Sleep alludes me again, leaving me lethargic and barely able to function. I'm going to have to use a sedative if something doesn't give.
When the sun comes up, I walk back down the hall to the guest room to get dressed for the day. I've got meetings that can't be rescheduled. Shipments coming in of guns, drugs, and businesses I need to go check on.
Walking over to the nightstand where I left my phone, I pick it up, noticing that it's almost dead. Bending over and holding the charging cord between my fingers, I notice something is off. Inspecting closer, I realize the cord has been cut, and it isn't an accidental cut. "You little fucking storm."
My eyes go over to the angel in my bed. She's laying with her silky strands across her pillow and on her side with her hands folded below her chin. She looks like an angel praying. A little angel with a broken halo. Unable to contain myself, I chuckle. She cut my phone's charging cord. Rolling my eyes, I make a note to myself that she's getting her ass spanked tonight when I get home. She thinks if she causes enough trouble, I won't want her anymore and will let her go.
With my smile still in place, I pull a cool, crisp white shirt from the closet, then add a pair of smoothly fitting dress pants. I go to button my shirt, only to discover the button is missing. Where the next button is supposed to be, there’s nothing but space for my fingers to brush against. Fuck, what the hell is happening here?
Whipping the shirt off and throwing it in the hamper across the room, I make a mental note to have a word with Josephine. Why the hell is she putting shirts in the closet that are missing buttons?
Pulling out the next shirt, I go about trying to finish getting dressed when I can't find the button. Looking closer, I realize all the buttons have been removed. My head falls back as I stare at the ceiling. What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this woman? She's a fucking little demon.
Checking every shirt in my closet, none of them are wearable.
Goddammit!
Shoving the shirt on and leaving the front open, I walk over and find my socks. Pulling them onto my feet, I feel a draft of cold air cross over my toes. Looking down, I see a large hole in my sock. Searching through the drawer, every single pair of socks that I own has the toes cut out.
"GODDAMMIT, Serena. What the fucking hell, woman?"
Looking back at the bed, my wife has gotten up and is fully awake and nude. My yelling has alerted her to my anger.
She picks a pillow up off the bed to shield herself, either to cover her nakedness or to protect herself from me; I'm not sure which.
"You had better run because when I catch you, your ass is going to be blistered, woman."
As I run towards her, Serena throws the pillow, hitting me in the face. Before I can recover, she takes off running with her breast bobbing up and down and her ass jiggling. I chase her as she runs out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and into the living room, completely naked. That's when I notice Antonio standing in the corner of the living room, looking at my wife like a fish out of water.
"Close your fucking eyes and don't look at my wife."
Serena freezes, stopping abruptly. The shock of Antonio’s presence leaves her immobile. The tension grows with each echoing footstep as I rush towards her. Hurriedly, I stoop and hoist her onto my shoulder. Her body's weight on my back causes a tingling sensation in my spine. Resuming my sprint, my rhythmic footfalls echo around me. The rhythm is broken by a loud smack with each step taken as I strike her ass over and over. Under my palm, I can feel the heat rising off her skin. A primal feeling of possession makes me growl as a feeling in my chest tightens.
Antonio saw my fucking wife naked, and the rage and jealousy is vibrating off my body. My mind is in chaos, consumed with pure madness. Rage, jealousy, and obsession. It's important for me to assert my dominance and make sure she understands that I have power over her. That I own her.
Hunger, like I've never felt before, rages through my body as I walk into our bedroom, throwing her onto the mattress."Are you going to keep being a brat?" I ask sternly, knowing her answer will dictate what happens next.
"Will it get me spanked?" She peers up at me questioningly.
"Yes," I tell her.
Then the little minx smiles.
Reaching up, I tug on the chain of her choker, tightening it. Her eyes widen, and the smile leaves her face, replaced by a flicker of fear.
It's crucial she understands that her life should revolve around me and no one else. I'm going to ruin her for any other man, ever. Needing to wrestle control back, I flip her over onto her stomach while I open my nightstand drawer and remove the lube.
"Lie on your stomach and stop fighting me or I'm going to fuck you without lube." My wife freezes, lying on her stomach with me straddling her back. I squirt lube into the crack of her ass, shoving my finger to the knuckle inside of her.
"Emilio, no, please, not there."
"Little Storm, you are mine. Every fucking hole is mine. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and you can't get my smell off of you."
"Please, Emilio," she begs.
"You should have thought about this before you destroyed my clothes and my phone charger. I could have let those things go, but then you had the nerve to run naked in front of my staff. Little Storm, you are fucking mine, and I don't share what's mine."
Violence and jealousy are all I feel, vibrating off my skin in thick waves. The need to claim my wife is all I can see. After stretching her asshole out, I place a second finger inside while I hold her throat with my opposite hand.
"Please, Emilio, I will stay here with you, but let me have a separate room to sleep in. I didn't mean to destroy your stuff. I just wanted you to let me have my own room." "Are you fucking insane, woman? You are my wife, not my fucking roommate."
Pulling my fingers out, I apply more lube and then squirt the cold gel onto my hard cock. My dick is aching to be inside of her. I push up to her rear entrance and pause. "You'll learn not to defy me once I own you completely. I will continue to fuck the defiance out of you, brat. Now relax and bear down."
I push my cock into the opening a tiny fraction of an inch at a time, trying not to tear my wife. Yes, I want her to hurt, but I don't want to traumatize and ruin her. Once I push through the tight ring of muscle, there's a pop and I'm able to seat myself completely inside of my wife. Her asshole is squeezing my cock so tight that I almost come too early. She whimpers at the same time that I groan aloud. I reach forward and pinch her nipple, before running my hand down to the folds of her dripping pussy.
"Little Storm, your pussy is dripping and sloppy wet for me. What a bad girl."
Groans escape my lips as I pull back and push back in. "Oh my God, Little Storm, you feel like heaven, just like I knew you would. How can you feel like this?"
As I shove back inside of her, she moans, and this time it is pure pleasure.
"Yes, baby, let it happen. Let me have you. Give me all of you. You are mine."
"Emilio, help me. I need more," my wife begs as her legs tremble. "Please."
Withdrawing my cock until it's almost out and then shoving it back inside of my wife, I continue to fuck her harder with each thrust. "I've taken every virgin hole in your body and it's not enough. I need more Serena." Ramming into her harder, and with my jaw clenched, I grate out, "I need to eat you from the inside out. You don't understand that this started out as revenge, but now I'm addicted. Obsessed. I can't control myself. You’ve given me your body, now give your heart to me, Little Storm."
Her orgasm hits her hard, and my cock fills her asshole with ropes of cum.
A few seconds after she comes down from her release, Serena utters the words that break something in me. "Never. I'll never give you my heart, Emilio. You are a monster. You may have taken me, my virginity, and my freedom. But you won't get my heart too."
Pulling my cock out of my wife's ass, her words hit me like a bullet in the chest. She gets up and walks into the bathroom, and I hear the door lock behind her.
Falling onto my back, looking at the ceiling above the bed, I realize now I won't ever have all of her. The thing I want most won't ever happen, all because I started out trying to get revenge on her family.
I'm exhausted. Even though I'm supposed to go to work, I don't even get out of bed.
Rolling to face away from Serena's side of the bed, I close my eyes and let sleep take me.