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“I don’t know! I don’t remember.” My voice burns with my strangling tears.
“But you do remember fucking someone else.” His eerily controlled voice sends a shiver through me as he releases my arm and wraps a hand around my throat. “What did you give him access to, hmm?” He shoves my dress down and it rips asmy breasts pop out, my skin flushed. I quiver when he twists my hard nipple. “Did you let him touch my fucking tits?”
Letting my dress hang in tatters at my waist, he wedges a hand between my legs and cups my pussy. His eyes flash when he’s met with my naked skin. “Did you wear nothing beneath the dress in preparation for your rendezvous with your lover, Mrs. King?”
I want to say it was mainly to tease him, but, apparently, my tongue is twisted in knots. Once again, my only reaction is a shake of my head.
“That doesn’t deny that you let him touch my property.Mycunt.”
“I-I really don’t know.” My whisper translates the smashing weight of my guilt and utter loss, but to my shame, it also communicates my absurd arousal that he can touch with his fingers.
“But you do know. You love blowing men kisses, having them eat from your fingers like fucking dogs. You love the attention and making those fools come back for more.”
“That was before we got married.”
“Was it, though? You still love the attention, the spotlight, the role of a goddess for men, but here’s the thing.” He releases me, flips me around, and shoves me against the door. His fingers press against my nape as warm lips meet my ear. “I’m the only man who’ll offer you attention and my cock is the only cock you’ll take between your legs.”
Then he’s on me, his hand shoving my dress up to my waist, his heavy frame gluing to my back as he parts my legs.
I can hear the rustle of clothes before I feel the prodding of something large and unmistakable at my pussy.
A trembling breath escapes me as I grab onto the uneven edges of the door. The cool surface hardens my nipples and stimulates my warm skin.
He slides the crown of his cock up and down my slick slit, eliciting sharp, horrifying pleasure from the depths of my soul. “I’m going to fuck you, hard, until you’re officially owned and dripping with my cum, Mrs. King.”
Any protest I have ends in a strangled whimper when he slides inside me.
My body tenses, my insides clench, and he meets unmistakable resistance.
Eli’s movements come to a halt.
I cease breathing.
The world stops rotating.
His hand wraps around my throat, angling my head back so his lips are inches from mine.
“Tell me you’re just tense and this isn’t what I think it is.”
“You…you said we had sex,” I pant.
“I never said that.”
Oh God.
Oh God.
This is actually the first time I’ve had sex. Against a door.
In a supply room.
While he’s angry.
Pain explodes inside me in tones of bright orange as the resistance finally breaks against his cock. Without him even having to do anything.
As usual, he destroys things with his mere existence.
Eli starts to pull out, but I sink my nails into his arm, digging them violently into his jacket. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. You took my virginity, so you better make this worth it.”
