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I look down between us. My thighs are spread, and his thick cock is ready to arrow right into my core.
“I want you out of this house.”
Instantly, his expression hardens in anger. “Over my dead body, wife.”
“Stop calling mewife.”
“I will fucking call you wife. I love saying it.Wife. My fucking wife. I fucked you, and I married you, and that makes you mine forever.”
“Are you some kind of caveman?” I shove his chest, trying to push him off me, but he doesn’t budge. He thrusts hard into me, making me scream.
“Yes.”
It’s almost painful to have so much of him inside me suddenly, but on the second thrust, the burning turns to pleasure. Nero hooks my knees up to my shoulders, and theangle, the weight of his body, and the long, dragging motions of his cock send pleasure shooting through me.
I realize I’m moaning as Nero talks coaxingly to me. “That’s my beautiful wife. You love being railed this hard, don’t you? Tell me you’ve missed me. Don’t even try to pretend you haven’t.”
“I hate you,” I gasp as he hammers into me. “I hate you.I hate you.” I’m still saying it as my orgasm tears through me.
Nero takes my face in his hand and makes me look at him as I come. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth with a violent kiss, and then he’s climaxing as well. He wraps his arms around me with a groan, and for a moment, just for a moment, the world slips, and he’s the loving but sweetly sadistic man I started to fall in love with all that time ago.
Nero gets off me, but he puts a heavy hand around my throat, keeping me where I am. There’s a nasty glint in his eyes that makes the sweat on my skin turn ice cold.
I glare at him. “I want to get up.”
He keeps me pinned down with one hand and positions himself between my legs. For a moment I think he’s going to start screwing me again, but he does something even stranger. He reaches down to my pussy, collects the cum dripping out of me on his middle finger, and pushes it back in. He does it lovingly, taking his time like he’s enjoying every second of this.
“There’s a good girl. Don’t want to waste a drop.”
My heart withers in my chest. I know he’s had a vasectomy, and there’s no chance I can get pregnant by my husband. I want a baby so badly, and he tricked me all this time. A sob rises in my throat. I don’t want to cry in front of him, but a tear leaks out of the corner of my eye before I can turn my head aside.
Nero notices and arches a dark brow. “Does the idea of my baby disgust you so much? I love seeing you humiliated, Rieta.” He braces his hands on either side of my head and leans over me. “I’m watching you. Try to take Plan B, and I will tie you nakedin the city’s main square, spank your ass until its black and blue, and then fuck more of my cum into you.”
I hate him so much.
After staying right where he is for several seconds longer, he sits back on his heels.
Finally free of him, I scoot off the bed and head for the bathroom, my arms wrapped protectively across my breasts. “I’m taking a shower. When I come out, you had better be gone.”
I run the shower as hot as I can, scrubbing my body and lathering my hair until every inch of my body is clean, including between my legs. Especially between my legs. My mind is racing faster than my heart, and I can barely keep up with them. I didn’t discover the answers to any important questions, namely, why did he leave, where the hell has he been all this time, and why is he back now?
“I don’t care,” I tell myself beneath the beating water. “He abandoned me. I don’t care one little bit.” He doesn’t get to waltz back in here after all this time, claiming to be my husband like nothing happened.
I turn off the taps, wrap my body and hair in towels, and open the bathroom door. There’s silence in the bedroom. When I emerge on a cloud of steam, there’s stillness and emptiness as well. Nero’s not there.
“Nero?” I call cautiously, expecting him to spring out of nowhere and shove me into a wall with his hard body.
The house is silent. He appeared so suddenly and disappeared so suddenly that I wonder if I actually dreamed his visit. Why I would have such a lurid dream about a man I despise, I have no idea.
Then I spot a telltale wet smear on the mattress. All right, his visit wasn’t a dream.
“Nero?”
I walk from room to room, even checking behind the doors and sofas in case he’s hiding from me, though I don’t know why he would now that I know he’s back. But there’s no sign of Nero anywhere but in our bed.
“Who’smy sweet little girl? Are you Auntie Rieta’s little angel?” I hold my niece Mirabella on my lap and smile at her. Really smile at her. For months it seems like I’ve barely felt any joy. Maybe I would have smiled more if I had a baby of my own.
With an ache in my heart, I hand her back to my sister Mia, who feeds Mirabella apple sauce with a spoon. Laz is wearing a pristine white T-shirt and jeans and is lounging back in his seat with a lazy smile on his lips as he watches his wife and child.
