Page 5 of Wife Number One

It would dishonor her husband and be the greatest of sins.

Josiah stormed back, staring down at me on the floor, no offer of help or care.

He lowered the zipper on his pants. “You embarrass me, Kara.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again.

“Show me how sorry you truly are. Remove your veil and open your mouth.”

I did as I was told. There was no other choice.

I choked on Josiah’s member while he gripped my hair, thrusting in and out of my mouth, until that wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

“Assume the position,” he demanded. “I can’t bear to look at your face any longer. Not until you remember the vows you took to honor and obey me.”

Only now did he help me from the floor, though really, “help” was a kindness he didn’t afford me. He dragged me up until I was on all fours, knees and hands digging into the mattress.

The frame squeaked beneath us, rocking back and forth. Our thighs slapped together, and his fingers dug into the fleshy curve of my hips as he took me. I blanked out, just like I always did.

My body might have been here, but my head took me somewhere else.

Not somewhere.

Someone.

Dirty-blond hair. Tattoos winding their way up and down strong arms. Gray-blue eyes that even now, five years later, I couldn’t forget.

I buried my face in the blankets, breathing easier at the thought of him.

The one man who had never hurt me.

Josiah pulled my hair, jerking my head back. “Say my name,” he demanded.

I held tight to the memory in my head, wishing I could say another man’s name instead.

Hayden.

But he was my little secret. One who only lived in my memories.

“Josiah,” I mumbled.

“Louder, bitch.”

He’d been drinking, I realized suddenly. His true colors shined through when he’d been deep in a bottle.

“Josiah,” I said again, louder.

He shuddered behind me and pulled out.

The sound of his zipper drawing up mingled with his labored breathing, his seed leaking down my thigh.

He made a sound of satisfaction. “Stay like that, head down, ass up until it has time to soak in.” He made his way around the bed to stand in front of me and used my hair to draw my head up just enough that he could stare me in the eye. “You will have my child this month, Kara. This disobedience of yours cannot continue.”

I nodded, like his commands could actually change the way my body had rejected him over and over again.

The door closed, and I flopped down on the bed, the disobedient whore we all knew I was.

Josiah’s cum inside me, while I dreamed of another man.

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