Chapter 31 #2
He looks angry as he spits out his words in a low voice but he doesn’t even give me a chance to respond as he shoves the dress into my arms.
“Put the fucking dress on, Liana.”
I don’t know why but him saying my name annoys me even more.
“No,” I repeat with a glare.
He steps into me even closer and I can feel the anger radiating from him as he grips my chin hard.
“Either you put the dress on or I will do it for you. And if I have to do it, I’m going to make good use of that fucking smart mouth you have right here in the middle of this god damn store. ?Comprende?”
I gulp as I stare up at him. He wouldn’t actually do that, would he?
Something tells me he’s not messing around right now.
I must have struck a nerve. A small sense of satisfaction rushes through me but I’m playing with fire here.
I glare at him and take the dress before turning towards the fitting room.
Once inside I start to remove my clothes.
The dress is form fitting, I realize, and will show every line, so I remove my bra and panties before sliding it up around my waist and over my bust. There are no straps and I’m busy trying to figure out how to get the zipper up when I hear that woman’s annoying voice again.
“Rio,” she purrs out in a whisper she thinks I can’t hear. “It’s been so long. How is married life, really?”
The curtain whips open and her eyes flick toward me in surprise. I glare at her before turning towards Rio who is smirking devilishly like he knows exactly how jealous I am right now.
“The zipper is stuck,” I grit out.
“Oh I can help…” she tries to offer but Rio pushes her out of his way and immediately starts stalking towards me, a look of raw hunger in his eyes.
“Unnecessary, Sandy. I’ll take care of it.”
She tries to say something else but he pushes me back into the room and slides the curtain closed, effectively shutting her up.
I can hear her huff in annoyance from the other side but he doesn’t pay her any attention.
Instead he whips me around to face the mirror and grabs the bottom of the zipper. He starts to pull up, but pauses.
“You know what I think?”
“What?” I ask as I stare into his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. My hands are busy trying to hold the front of the dress up as I feel the zipper lower back down.
“I think the zipper on this dress works just fine,” he says, smirking at me again.
I glare back at him but don’t respond.
“I think you are jealous.”
One of his hands slides through the back of the dress dragging my body flush against his while the other grabs my throat, effectively holding my face so I can’t look away from him in the mirror.
I gasp in surprise at the feel of his hard length pressed against my lower back and my hands fly up to his forearm when I feel him squeeze my neck.
It’s a natural reaction and I don’t realize what I’ve done until my dress is sliding off my body and pooling around my feet.
Rio’s eyes flash hungrily again as he takes in every inch of my naked body and the hand gripping my side makes its way down between my thighs.
“You like it don’t you? Knowing I’m yours but not giving me what I want? What we both want.”
“I don’t want you. How could I want a liar?”
He presses his mouth up against my neck and his fingers slide between my folds.
“Your pussy says otherwise, baby girl. Maybe it’s the liar.”
I try to struggle out of his hold but his fingers work themselves inside me and I’m not surprised to feel how easily they slide inside.
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning and my eyes flutter closed.
The sharp jolt of my body being pushed forward has them flying open again and both my hands slam against the mirror to hold myself up.
I try to push back up but Rio’s entire body comes down against me and I feel him kicking my legs apart, exposing my most intimate parts.
I don’t know when, but at some point he must have unzipped his pants because the feel of his hard length presses right up against my core making me suck in a sharp breath.
“Wh…what are you doing?” I gasp out and struggle to stand up straight.
He holds me against the mirror easily while running the head of his length between my folds, coating it in my wetness.
“à la verge que mojada esta para mi,” he grits out, closing his eyes like he’s in pain or pleasure. I can’t tell which but his eyes open again and meet mine. “You’re fucking soaked. Tell me you want me.”
“No,” I growl out and push against him.
I could say I’m trying to get away from him. I could pretend that’s what my body wants, but I feel his skin slide against my pussy and it feels so good, I almost give in.
“I’m going to fuck you, wife. I’m going to fuck you right here and now and you’re going to come all over my cock while screaming my name. Every whore in a ten mile radius will hear you, including the one outside this curtain. You’re going to love every second of it even if you pretend you don’t.”
“I wo…” I try to say but he’s slamming himself inside me in one quick thrust, causing me to scream out loud.
This isn’t like the first time. It’s not gentle or slow.
It’s brutal as he fucks himself into me so hard, the mirror in front of me shakes.
The entire time, his eyes never leave mine.
I can’t tell if he’s angry or possessed as he brutalizes my insides and the worst part…
it feels good. The mix of pain and pleasure morph together and I can feel the coil tightening low inside my belly.
“Que apretada esta tu panochita,” he curses out, his movements growing wild and harder. “So fucking tight and perfect.”
He pulls me up against him and rubs his fingers against my clit, flicking them back and forth as he thrusts up into me.
“Come for me, Datura,” he whispers against my neck, flicking his fingers faster and pressing himself deeper. “Scream my name for everyone to hear. Show them who owns this pussy.”
I don’t want to. I don’t want to give him what he wants but I can’t help it.
My body reacts to him and the way my nickname rolls off his lips and against my skin sends a spark straight to my core.
I shatter against him screaming his name out just like he said I would.
I feel him pulse inside me as he follows me over the edge with a growl.
“Fuck, Datura.”
For a second we both stand there breathing hard, staring at each other in the mirror.
I feel him soften inside me and he slips himself out before pulling his pants up and tucking himself away.
I step over the dress I was supposed to try on, and start putting my clothes back on, suddenly mortified when I realize what I just did in public.
When I turn back towards him, he's smirking…
again. How dare this bastard do this to me in public.
How am I supposed to walk out of this dressing room now?
My hand flies up to slap him but he catches it mid air.
“Bastard,” I grit out.
“Careful, Datura. You’ll only make me hard again. Maybe this time I can fuck you with the curtain open.”
I scowl at him before pushing past his large frame and exiting the dressing room. He chuckles behind me as he follows. I’m so embarrassed I can’t even find any satisfaction in how annoyed Sandy looks as I walk past her and out the front doors.
“We’ll take the dress,” Rio says as he follows behind me. “I’ll have one of my men come pick it up.”
I’m in the passenger seat with my arms crossed before he has time to open my door. He gets into the driver’s seat with a huge smile on his face like just hit the lottery.
“Where to next, wife?”
“Take me home,” I say with a scowl.
“Not a chance. I’m suddenly starving, Datura. Let's get food.
“So,” I say, fiddling with the straw wrapper. “Is this your idea of a romantic date?”
He scoffs.
“If I wanted to romance you, I’d do it properly. Do you prefer a fancy restaurant every day? Would that make this more tolerable for the Princess?”
I roll my eyes. He’s back to being a jerk again. I could tell the second his mood changed on the drive. He read some message on his phone and that lazy smile he had dropped immediately.
“I don’t mind this,” I admit, looking out the window. “It’s…normal.”
He’s silent for a moment, then leans forward, elbows on the table. “Do you miss it? Your life before?”
I shrug, not sure how to answer that question.
“Sometimes. But it wasn’t all that great, you know? Just a different kind of prison, I guess.”
He nods, like he understands. I doubt he does though.
“Do you miss yours?” I ask, voice low. I’m not sure if I’m asking about before me or just before in general but he must understand because he chuckles a little.
“Women are easy for me,” he says, making my stomach clench.
“But you, Datura…you’re the challenge I never knew I needed.
You were unexpected in a life full of expectations.
Somehow, I always knew I’d end up exactly where I am right now.
Just…didn’t realize how heavy it would feel with someone else next to me. ”
I glance up at him, surprised by the honesty. For a second, he looks vulnerable. He almost looks human.
“You’re giving me whiplash,” I say.
He looks up, one eyebrow raised.
“How so?”
I shrug again.
“You’re nice sometimes but then other times…it’s like two different people.”
He grins, and it’s so dazzling I almost forget my thoughts.
“I’m the same, Datura. You just haven’t figured out how to deal with me yet.”
‘That’s an understatement.’
Food comes and we eat in silence for a few minutes.
I’m almost starting to enjoy the moment when I notice a dark bruise on the inside of his forearm, just visible where his sleeve rides up.
It looks ugly, fresh. I stare at it, then at his knuckles, still healing from the split last week.
He’s always bruised in some way or another.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, before I can stop myself.
He follows my gaze, then shakes his head.
“Nah. You get used to it.”
I set my fork down.
“You get used to being hurt?”
He looks at me for a long time, then leans back, arms crossed over his chest.
“Just ask your question.”
‘Jesus, am I that transparent?’
“I just…if you’re in trouble, or if someone’s hurting you, I’d like to know. I’m your wife after all.”
He laughs loud enough to have a few other customers turn our direction. They look back at their food quickly like they know who he is.
“You gonna protect me, baby girl?“
I scowl at him and his smile drops when he realizes I’m not in the joking mood.
“No one’s hurting me, Liana. Not unless I want them to,” he says with a sigh.
I frown, confused. What does that even mean?
He studies me, eyes searching, like he’s trying to decide if I can handle whatever he’s about to say.
“There’s an underground fighting ring. Run by the Degerson family. I fight there sometimes.”
He says it so matter-of-factly, like it’s the same as going to the gym or the store. I stare at him, stunned.
“Why would you do that? Surely you don’t need money?”
He snorts.
“It’s not always for money, Datura. Some fight for money. Some for prestige. Other fights are for the more selective tastes. For me it’s an outlet. A way to let off steam.” He glances down at his hands, flexes them. “It’s the one place I can go where nobody cares who I am.”
I try to imagine the man in front of me beating someone bloody in a cage for fun. This same man that was wrapped around me teaching me how to spar. It sounds crazy and scary and…thrilling.
“Can I see?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“No.”
“Why not?” I ask, defiance in my tone.
He sighs, rubs his temples like I’m a child annoying him.
“It’s not a good idea. And it’s not…glamorous. You’d hate it.”
“How do you know what I’d hate?” I retort. “You barely know me, remember? Besides, I can handle it.”
“Can you?” he asks with a glare.
“I handle you just fine, don’t I?”
His face morphs into a sly smile.
“Fine. You really want to see it? You really want to watch me beat another man senseless, get covered in blood and sweat and who knows what else?”
I hold his gaze.
“Yes.”
He shakes his head, but I see the corner of his mouth twitch.
“You will let me fuck you in front of everyone?”
“What?” I ask in shock.
“When I win. You will get on your knees and suck my cock like the perfect wife. And then you will beg for me to fuck you in front of everyone there. That’s the prize I'll fight for."
My stomach drops. He can't be serious? In front of everyone? He’s calling my bluff, I just know it. He drums his fingers on the table, silent, like he’s waiting for me to back down.
“Fine,” I grin, like I’m not secretly feeling like I might puke any minute. He’s not serious. He’s just messing with me because he doesn’t want to drag me along with him.
He grins back and something in his face tells me I might have made a mistake but it’s too late to back down now.
“Deal,” he says and his eyes sparkle with amusement.