Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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One week, she still gives me dirty looks, shying away from my touch and answering me in one-word responses. I let her. What I didn't let her have was a room where she could hide from me.
She will be my wife next week, and I have seen her all. I haven't fucked her how I wanted to, and I swear I have become a saint. I shouldn't have said those words on the plane, but her not wanting to marry me angered me greatly.
What more did she want? I would shower her with gifts of her choosing, give her power, a roof over her head, and have great sex. I would be there for her and the girls, so what more did she want?
I'm angry, sex-deprived and nursing a vodka at nine p.m., listening to her moans and pleasurable gasps in a dark bedroom.
I don't usually come home early, and she knows it, but I had to see her despite the cameras at every angle in this house. She deliberately turns her back to it, and I've had enough. I knew I needed to visit the casino tonight, but it'll wait. I had a ring to put on my fiance's finger and warn her.
Her moans became louder, and the bath water made sloshing noises, and I cursed myself for not having cameras in there. She knows it, too, because it's where she puts on her clothes.
I could easily take out my cock and fist it tightly, pumping the angry beast until I cum all over the carpet, but I would need more than her moans to release. I wouldn't trust myself to enter that bathroom, pull her to my chest and fuck her senseless, all whilst standing until her knees go weak.
She would beg to stop and then go harder before she squirts all over my cock like the good girl she is. She'd repeatedly scream my name until I finished wringing every last orgasm out of her so that she'd fall asleep. I just wanted her, and my cock liked that idea. If I didn't have her soon, my dick would explode.
A startled gasp caught my attention as light spilt inside the bedroom. Even I was startled by the sound, being deep in thought. Fuck, I have lost my mind.
Giulia bends over to pick her towel up, quickly covering her body from me. I wished she'd flash that pussy in my face and show me how swollen and pink it was after she made herself come, but I was angry that she continued to hide from me.
"Drop it." My voice came out thick with lust and offence—a low guttural growl that caused her throat to bob as she swallowed harshly.
"Leave." She retaliated, turning and walking into the closet. I downed my drink and stood, following her like the beast I am. The soft click echoed, and I caught her wide eyes in the mirror.
She was fucking testing me and didn't know how roughly I'd punish her if she weren't pregnant. I still had the doctor to ask about sex. Hearing my daughters heartbeats stopped everything around me, and I couldn't even form words, let alone ask about sex. I swore I would have fucking cried that day, and she still fucking treated me like an outsider.
