Page 58 of The Unwanted Wife

I wail in protest, for he’s caught me around the waist. "You animal! Release me!" This time, I yell with real anger. But he stalks back to the bed and throws me down with enough force that I lay there, stunned. Before I can jump up, he’s pulled off his belt, walked around to the head of the bed and pulled one of my arms up, then the other, and tied my wrists to the headboard.

"What are you doing?" I gasp breathlessly.

In reply, he walks back around to the foot of the bed. He shoves off his shirt, toes off his shoes and socks, then grabs a condom from his pants before he steps out of them. My jaw drops, and not only because some part of me is disappointed by the condom, but because his chest is a work of art.

He has a picture of the goddess Justitia, blindfolded and holding the scales of justice in one hand and a sword in another, tattooed across his chest. The line Per Mare Per Terram is scrawled under it. The robes of the goddess are colored in jeweled hues which… I peer closer—yep, it covers the scars which mar his chest. The robes billow around her ankles, drawing attention to her feet, which, in turn, point in the direction of… that… That thing between his legs.

I was wrong. It’s not a monster… It’s the freakin’ mother-of-all-dragons-in-size cock. I’ve already had it in my mouth, but the thought of him cramming that inside my pussy is still alarming.

As if my gaze turns him on more, his shaft expands in size.

"You—" I swallow. "You’re not going to put that thing in me, are you?"

In response, he sheaths himself with the condom, then pumps his cock once. He digs one knee, then the other, onto the bed between my legs, forcing them further apart. The entire time, that freakin’ jumbotron of a dick stands up straight against his stomach. The vein that runs up the underside of his shaft throbs in tandem with the beat of my heart.

I shake my head. "Oh no you don’t."

He moves forward until he’s positioned between my legs, then pushes up my wedding dress so it’s bunched over my breasts. I bend my knee and kick out a leg, but he catches it and positions it over his shoulder. And when I try to strike out with my other leg, he grips my foot and hooks my ankle over his other shoulder.

"Nate—" I swallow.

In response, he positions his cock against my opening. I’m so turned on, the nudge of the swollen head against my throbbing slit makes me cry out. He stops then and looks deeply into my eyes. His pupils are dilated with lust, his jaw is set, and a pulse throbs at his temple. He’s so turned on; it takes my breath away. My lungs burn. Every bit of oxygen seems to have been sucked out of the room. The very air itself is electric with need, and a desire so intense, my scalp tightens. My nipples turn into little rubber bullets of desire.

"Yes? Or no?" he snaps.

I swallow.

"Starling?" His tone is hard and there’s a warning note to it. "Tell me you want this, or else, I’m not doing it." His lips thin, and his biceps bulge.

There’s a tension radiating out of him that pushes down on my chest and pins me in place. There’s so much emotion packed into that space between us, I wonder how I ever thought this man was unexpressive. He merely packed away all of his feelings in a space inside of him, which he’s revealing to me today.

Is it the fact that I finally resisted him that drew that darkness inside of him to the fore? Did it take my saying 'no' for him to come fully into his desire? Did it?—

He begins to draw away, and all thoughts drain from my head.

"Yes," I cry out, "yes, I want you to fuck me, right now and—" The breath is forced out of me in a keening cry, for he’s propelled his hips forward and breached me.

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Nathan

With my cock half inside her, I freeze. "Baby"—I push my palms into the bed—"I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you."

She shakes her head, opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, a tear rolls down from the corner of her eye.

I bend and lick it up. That makes her breath hitch. I lower my face over hers, look into her features. "I should have gone slower, but I got carried away. And you’re so fucking hot and tight and moist, and—" I freeze, for she’s tilted up her hips, enough that my cock slides in further. The muscles of my shoulders bunch. My groin tightens. Tendrils of need radiate out from where we’re joined. I want so badly to ram all the way inside of her, but I’m not going to risk causing her more pain. I reach down between us and rub at her clit. She cries out, then locks her ankles around my neck.

"It aches," she groans.

I freeze, every muscle in my body locking up. "I knew it. I knew I should have held back." I begin to withdraw, but she digs her heels into my back.

"Don’t you dare stop now.”

"You need time to adjust to my size. I should have prepared you more for my intrusion."

"Well, you’re in now, aren’t you?"

I wince. "Not exactly."

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