Blinded by hate

Revenge sex ?

You know I knew I didn't sign up to a monogamous marriage.

Well I mean me and Ivan never really got to have the boundaries talk.

And perhaps if I was madly in love with him I'd be devastated about the fact he's probably plowing through women at the rate of a speed car.

But I am not, in love with him I mean.

So I'm not bothered.

Well I suppose I am.

Not for reasons you might think.

No I'm annoyed because it's 1 in the morning and I want to go to bed and all I can hear is beds banging and some girl screaming.

I sigh throwing my book across the room in a rage.

I don't care if he has sex.

But this girl is genuinely screaming her head off.

Moaning his name over and over.

And I want to go to bed.

I walk up to my door and fling it open.

I consider knocking on the door, maybe I could even open it.

But I don't want to traumatise myself.

I stand in the hallway when a completely rational idea comes to my head.

If he is having sex, I will too.

Now I don't have anyone to fuck since the security here is air tight.

But he doesn't need to know that.

I grin and run back into my room.

First I close the door and lock it. Then I move a chair and slide it under the door knob in case he's got a set of keys to open my door.

Then I decide to walk over to my vanity and apply a layer of red lipstick and then smear it slightly.

I ruffle my hair and make it look a little messy.

And then I wear a silky black night gown.

I walk over to my bed and sit down.

I cant start screaming that's not believable.

It needs to be soft and then build as I climax.

Or pretend too.

I laugh a little and climb onto the bed and begin shaking it back and fourth a bit while groaning softly.

I want to laugh but I can't.

Slowly I move the bed a little faster and get a little louder.

This is kind of fun.

I can make any face I want since no one is staring at me.

About 8 minutes later I'm now banging the bed onto the wall and alternating between gasping and moaning.

I decide on the name Chase and whine it a couple times.

After about 10 minutes I'm jumping on and shaking the bed while making my best, loudest sex noises.

I notice all noises from Ivan's room has gone quiet.

I decide to wrap it up and pretend to finish when I hear a banging on my door and see the knob turning.

"ELLE!" Someone...Ivan, yells.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR NOW BEFORE I SHOOT IT OPEN" he's kicking the door.

I roll my eyes and stop, hopping off my bed.

I kick the covers a bit and move the pillows so it's believable I was rolling around with someone.

I walk to the door but pause to open my window and open the curtains.

Like someone climbed out.

Well kind of impossible since I'm on the fourth floor but he can believe I just banged superman.

I move the chair from the door and open it slightly.

He's standing there breathless in nothing but a pair of black tracksuit bottoms.

His jet black hair is tousled, and he's shining; with sweat.

And is that a bite mark on his forearm.

"Elle Winters" he says calmly as I open the door.

Whatever he was going to say dies in his throat when he sees me.

He stares at me, looking me up and down and I make a point to be breathless.

"Uh Yes..Ivan?"

He stares at me for a moment shaking his head and walks backwards to his room closing the door.

I frown and walk back into my room wiping the lipstick off.

How odd.

I've just placed the makeup wipe down when my door swings open and he walks in.

Fire in his eyes.

I jump.

"What-"

"Where is he, baby?"

I open my mouth and see him holding a gun.

"YOUR GOING TO SHOOT HIM?" I scream.

He walks towards me and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"I'm going to kill him"

"You were just fucking someone, why can't I have sex" I spit at him.

He stares at me for a moment and then releases me.

"He climbed out the window?"

I stare at him dumb founded.

"You think you can live in my house, invite some man into your bed. The bed I paid for and think-"

"Shut up, your boring me Ivan. Jealous husband is your worst look. He isn't real I staged the whole thing so you and your whore could shut up. Glad to know the world wide known dangerous mafia boss loses his temper over his wife possibly fucking a random guy" I say walking to the window and closing it.

He stands there for a second before walking over to me and pointing the gun at my throat.

He presses it into my throat so hard I take a step back bumping into the wall and he follows me.

"Should i shoot you, malysh? For speaking to me like this. Why do you think you can talk to me like I'm nothing"

"Someone has too, if you keep walking around surrounded only by people who kiss your ass it might go to your ego, wouldn't it be a shame if you turned out arrogant?" I say.

My chest rises and falls and my breaths come out harsh.

My body betrays me in letting him know I'm scared.

"Are you scared, malysh?"

"Turned on actually. Maybe I'm clinically insane but I do have a thing for guns" I whisper looking him in the eye.

His eyebrow raises and his mouth drops open.

"Do you have that, Ivan? A gun kink. Or are you into something else. A wife should know this about her husband."

"I'm sure you'd love to know my kinks and maybe someday I'll show them to you." He says walking back and out my room.

I slide down the wall breathing heavily.

"Pack your bags baby, we're going to Russia to take care of business"