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“Because I’m afraid of you.”
There’s a moment of silence, and I wonder if I’ve gotten through to him. Then something crashes into the door with full force. Nero has launched his whole body at the door, and he’s ramming it with his shoulder.
“Rieta, open this fucking door.”
There’s nowhere for me to run. I press my back against the tiles, watching helplessly as the wood bulges every time he hits it. The door implodes in a shower of splinters, and I shield my face as they rain down around me.
When I open my eyes, Nero is towering over me, fists clenched, biceps bulging in his dress shirt, and the buttons straining across his chest. His dark hair has fallen into his eyes, and his nostrils are flaring.
“Please, don’t,” I beg him, and tears trickle down my cheeks. Both my hands are up to fend him off, but it feels like trying to hold back a hurricane.
A nasty smile spreads over Nero’s face. He takes vicious pleasure in my terror. “Crying,cara mia? I haven’t even given you anything to cry about yet.”
Nero lunges forward, grabs my wrist, and drags me into the bedroom. I scream and fight him every step of the way. “Let me go!”
“I’m your husband. Why are you avoiding me, Rieta?”
“Get your hands off me.” For days before Nero reappeared, I felt like I was being watched. Since his return, I can’t do anything without his suffocating presence. Being close to Nero makes fear pump through my body. I long for his neglect and coldness.
“I thought you wanted me to come home.” He yanks me closer. “Let me love you, wife.”
He spitswifelike it’s a four-letter curse.
“I’ll scream the place down. All the neighbors will hear, and someone will call the police.”
Nero’s eyes narrow, and I realize it was a mistake to threaten him. “You want to fight? You want to test me?”
I hear thefwwpof silk as he pulls one of his neckties off the rack in the closet. Panic flares in my chest, and I try to run for the door, but he grabs me and lashes my hands behind my back. I open my mouth to scream, but he grabs another tie and gags me with it, binding it tight at the back of my head.
With an arm around my waist, Nero pulls me roughly against his body. I can feel the bulge of his cock pressing into my ass.
Nero grasps my jaw and hisses in my ear, “Locking me out of my own house. Avoiding me. Talking about me behind my back. Have you forgotten who your husband is? Do you think you’re another man’s wife? You need reminding who you belong to, my pretty little whore.”
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Rieta
“You belong to me. Only me.Forever.”
I tremble in his grip and struggle to get free. Nero just laughs and carries me over to the bed. He sits down, and I end up sprawled face down over his thighs with his hands holding me tight so I can’t escape.
My husband is the only man I’ve ever desired, but he worked hard to kill my desire, and then he disappeared.
Nero’s hands rove over my body, squeezing my thighs and ass through the clinging jersey dress I’m wearing. “I’ve missed this plump ass of yours, wife. I’ve missed watching you turn red and squirm around. You’ve missed that too, haven’t you?”
Before we were married, Nero touched me in crazy ways, and I couldn’t get enough of him. The first time he spanked me, I cried and came so hard at the same time.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see our reflection in the floor-length mirrors on the wardrobes. His smile is hungry as he lifts his hand.
I make an angry buzzing sound in the back of my throat, but he ignores me. He brings his hand down in a sharp smack on my ass. Heat fizzles in my flesh. I scream in defiance and struggle back and forth on his lap, but he pins me easily in place.
There’s a new tattoo on his forearm. I stare wide-eyed at the familiar skulls, birds, dice, and knives that stand out on his flexing tendons and muscles.
And a daisy.
A fuckingdaisy.
The sight of it makes me flush with anger.
