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He undoes his own jeans while staring at my face. I am almost scared of what he is about to do. This is a side of him I have never witnessed before.
Button undone and zipper down, he lowers his jeans until his hard cock is out, almost pointing at me. With sure moves, he yanks my legs apart, his fingers pulling hard at my underwear as they move it to the side.
The sharp pain as the panties pull at my skin brings tears to my eyes, but Zach doesn't care. He pulls at them harder, so hard that I hear the sound of the seams about to snap.
With a steady hand, he palms his cock and lines it up with my now naked pussy. I expect him to run it up and down, to make sure that I am ready for him. I am wet, but not ready for what he seems to have in store for me.
"Zach," I scream when he plunges into me. It feels like I am being torn in half. I can feel him all the way in, touching every part of me that always seems to be begging for him.
He grunts as he starts thrusting into me, his hips going in and out at a high speed, getting me wetter with each abrupt move until I know my juices are dripping off him, and it doesn't hurt as much when he pushes into me.
"You will never understand," he drops on my chest, causing all the air to leave my lungs at once. Propping himself up on one arm, he brings his other hand to my throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure for me to panic.
I am so scared right now, but I can't stop my hips from moving with each thrust of his cock inside of me. He presses harder, and I feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head. My mouth is open in a silent scream, and there's saliva dripping from the side of my mouth. I can't focus on anything but Zach.
"Never again," he shouts into my face and squeezes harder. My pussy reacts to that and convulses around him, making me come and contort my body in a painful way, limited by the hand he still has wrapped around my throat.
Few thrusts later, and he finally releases me from his hold, my starved for oxygen lungs working overtime to help me breathe. I open my eyes just in time to watch him throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling, ropes of cum hitting my inner walls in rapid succession.
Our broken breathing echoes in the quiet room. I feel like I've been put through the wringer, I can't believe what just happened. I know I am staring at Zach, but I can't decide if I am all blissed out from the pleasure he gave me, or horrified by the pain he caused me.
"Are you okay?" He asks right before sliding out of me. His cum starts running out of me, leaving a messy trail down one butt cheek until it soaks into the bedding.
I feel as if I'm floating and can't utter any words. I take in Zach's now worried face, but I still can't make myself say anything that would make him feel better.
Am I okay?
CHAPTER 27
Quest to punish
Zach
It is two o’clock in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I’ve been pacing the house for hours now. The look on Hunter’s face after we were done scared me shitless. She snapped out of it after a few tense moments, but that was enough to cause to want to lose my mind.
I have no idea why I did what I did. Everything that’s been happening between us for the last forty-eight hours crashed into me and I lost it. I wanted to punish her, not hurt her.
For the past couple of hours, I’ve been going back and forth in my head between getting our marriage annulled, or keeping her a while longer, then divorcing her. In the end, neither one of the options brought me the relief I was craving.
I pick up my phone and open my text app. I shoot a quick message to my personal financial banker, asking him to call me as soon as possible. A plan starts hatching in my brain, and I hope I can execute it without fucking it up.
My next message is to my real estate manager in New York. I want to take Hunter to my apartment there. I know it’s stupid of me, but I just can’t let her go. When she came back into my life, I never expected that we’d be where we are today. Married and with a lost child between us. How did things get like this?
My thoughts go back to the child we made and who I was never given the opportunity to meet. What was she thinking? I would’ve moved mountains for her seven years ago. I would’ve asked my father for a transfer to New York in the blink of an eye had I thought she wanted me. Had she told me she was pregnant, that would’ve been a no brainer.
“Zach,” her soft voice calls, and I turn just in time to see her reaching the bottom step of the stairs leading to the second floor.
“Why are you up?” My voice sounds gruff, and a lot harsher than I meant it. The way her eyes widen at that makes me want to take it back.
“I can’t sleep. And we need to talk.” There is no other expression on her face when she says that. It’s like she is dead inside all of a sudden.
“So talk.”
I take a few steps until I am standing in front of a large chair. I sit down and motion for her to have a seat on the couch. Without another word, she does what I silently asked her to. She’s always been good at following my orders, I muse.
Once she is seated, she takes a few moments to regroup and find her words. I use the time to take a good look at her. Her face looks clean and free of makeup, the hair like she’s just brushed it with her fingers. She still has the same t-shirt on that she was wearing on our flight from Las Vegas but changed out of her jeans and got into a pair of dark leggings. Her feet are bare, and I watch in fascination as her toes keep on twitching as she’s thinking.
“I need you to not say anything,” Hunter instructs. She doesn’t raise her voice, but her words hit me just the same. “Just listen,” she begs, and I nod.
