Scorned Woman

If you touch her like that again, I'm leaving for good said bella, groovy just stared down at her as if to mock her, bella continued why would you touch her like that I'm yours and she just can't be, bella was an insecure woman who had married a casanova despite all of the warnings, he loved her as he told but he couldn't be with one woman, only by the constraints of the society and position he had married her an image he would have to keep as a showcase.

He cast the thought of bella aside and allowed his mind to trail events of yesterday night, the night of passion as he called it, he had Mirabel in the palm of his hands, bella came near him as if to slap him he turned his body against her, on the wall and held by the neck fuming in anger and reached to her lips and kissed them roughly, he tore her clothes and whispered bella you're a pathetic woman,  as he lay her against the wall and lifted her skirt against his hardness, and thrust into her she let out a sob and gave in, into the man, who breathed heavily and snorted like a pig he disgusted her, she had

been too weak for long, pangs of moaning from her lips as she craved for satiety, as she coldly resented how she felt even when he abused her.

With a final thrust, he left her to her thoughts zipped, and walked away not looking back. The evening lasted he had not been back home, two days passed she saw it best not to call him, a week later he came weak and frustrated, it was obvious something was wrong, after all, he was a scornful man.

Groovy was drunk again he smelt Scottish whiskey, he dragged his body across the room and lay on the sofa mumbling something under his breath but bella could hear clearly he mentioned mirabels name with a smile on his lips.

Mirabels was groovy recent conquest she was a woman in her early twenties about the age of 22, he captivated or did she remind of youthful bella or why he married her. They were married for 28years, she had given him children, three boys and two girls all grown up except for the younger one at the university. The baby of the house as he fondly called, his little girl patsy, and shame on him she was about mirabel age.

Bella's was disgusted by groovy she gave him her best year's, her youth she had borne through all despite his Casanova ways she loved him dearly, she had lost herself in him to leave him she needed courage and self discovery to curve her own path again it was a long time ago she forgot how it felt, but it was time to remind herself once again.

She didn't touch him, she left him there on the coach and locked herself in the bedroom, she slept through until a knock on the door woke her up, a sound she was so accustomed to the bitter ranting of groovy her husband, gave her chills he ranted,, "" open up woman you whore you ain't shit, how could you let me sleep outside my room, open up or I break the door,, she stood there shaking, hating then fact that he would hit her again today on 27 July, he forgot it was their 29th anniversary, she fought back the tears before he broke the door, she bolted open the door,,

On the door edge stood groovy, he was tall, handsome, his broad shoulders showed through his shirt, a beautiful black shirt that nearly fitted him at his biceps, he was fuming, his eyes cold as his heart had been during the last year's of their marriage, he stopped trying and he had become extremely abusive towards her, stormed in to the room heading towards her he swung her with his right hand, held so tight against his body, his eyes pierced her body it burned how she wanted him to want her again, she was in mid forties still beautiful as she used to be, except that she had aged a bit not as smooth as she was,,,, but a classic top notch woman, she was wanted in her younger years, she was the gold rare to find yet she fell for his charms.

He swung her back up before she lost balance and clicked, he headed to the bathroom for his shower it was obvious he did not care or did he forget, how could he,
She had a pantie on and a bra yet he didn't look at her,,
She sat by the end as he came out of the shower water dripping from his curly hair he liked to keep it long, shoulder length he had the brownies curly hair,,  she swallowed hard, he had a towel down on his waist his biceps she still had memories of his body on her skin each scar left a mark. It showed on her thighs when he tore a skin on his anger sex, she was traumatized, why did she want him,
He had touched others made love to them did they moan his name like she did each time he thrust in to her, she still trembled icy cold with his fingers his breath hard against her, he had aged a little but he still had his strength,

He looked at her seated on his bed, his manor he had made love to her on that bed, he took her virginity she was his cinderella but he had a secret he will never let her know why he changed, why he made her cry, it made him feel worse, he drank. Before coming home because the memories made him hate her,, as much as he loved, he looked at her and remembered the first night he made her his woman,
The kiss, the flesh on his manhood how it felt ripples of pleasure the best one in his conquest and yes he was selfish, but this morning he needed to make an apology to his dear wife.

He went by her side, felt her coldness and for the first time he cried, begging to hold her, she let herself be held and he kissed her, her lips warm and receptive they kissed for the longest, he kissed her tears, her neck he cupped her breast in his hands and unhooked her bra, she was still beautiful, he cupped the breast in his hands and kissed them he teased the nipples with his tongue and fingers trailing them, he lay soft kisses on her chest down to her stomach, he savored her skin, he let his hands find way through her thighs, he felt her warm and wet he let his towel down

He came inside and thrust slow and deep, avoiding her eyes he made love to her, sensitive to her needs.

On final climax he uttered happy anniversary,, to think he had forgotten he needed to do better.