Page 3 of Brutal Husband

Nero groans and squeezes my burning flesh between his thumb and fingers. “How I love disciplining my wife. You need it, don’t you, Rieta?”

He grasps the hem of my dress and pulls it up, exposing my ass. The cold air touching my skin feels obscene. My husband’s devouring gaze feels even worse. He lightly runs a finger beneath the lace of my underwear and yanks them up between my ass cheeks.

I know what’s coming. My body remembers what his punishment feels like, and I haven’t been touched for so long—yearstoo long—that in a bizarre way, I’m anticipating this.

I feel the caress of Nero’s fingers, and then the slap of his palm on the fleshy part of my ass. He smacks me over and over again, each strike an explosion of pain, and he gives me no time to recover before he hits me again. Soon, my whole behind is on fire.

He pushes his hand between my legs and works the pad of his thumb against my clit. The heat and pain have sensitized me, and I can feel myself growing wet against his fingers.

“Do you remember how needy you’d get when I’d call yougood girl? Do you?” He pinches my ass, and I scream in the back of my throat. “You’re not getting that now. You’re a bad fucking girl, Rieta.”

He goes back to spanking me, and his blows are so vicious that I know he’s leaving bruises and marks that I’ll bear for days.

Nero pulls the soggy tie from between my teeth and cups my jaw. “Anything to say, wife?”

“Fuck you,” I pant. “Let me go.”

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me what you’re hiding.”

“I’m hiding nothing. I looked for you. I waited for you. Now I wish I hadn’t bothered.”

“You’re a liar, Rieta. You’ve been lying to me since our first date, so why should I believe a word out of your mouth now?”

My head rears up in indignation. “Do you think I’ve been seeing another man? Is that it?”

Nero’s hands tighten possessively on my flesh. “Did you let another man touch what’s mine,cara mia? Did he dare put his filthy fucking hands on you? I lay awake night after night picturing another man touching you. I know it happened.I know it. It’s driving me insane.”

Nero’s eyes are wild. Hair is falling over his sweaty brow. He really does look insane.

“You know how I know?” He pauses, and all I can hear is my erratic breathing. He shouts, “Because you’re fucking lying to me.”

He gets to his feet and throws me face down on the bed. Grasping my dress, he tears it asunder before doing the same to my underwear.

“Ass up,” he orders, and I hear the clink of his belt being undone and then his zipper.

“Nero, don’t—”

He ignores me, loops an arm under my hips, and pulls my ass into the air. My chest and my cheek are pressed against the sheets, my knees are splayed, and my arms are viciously tied. With his hand planted on my lower back, I feel the plush head ofhis cock drag up my sex from my clit to my core, and then nudge between my inner lips.

“You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Your blood. Your soul. You go on breathing because I allow it, and if you cross me again, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

He won’t do it. Even at his craziest, Nero never crossed this line. Played with it, sure, but he didn’t snap it.

But the Nero who’s come back to me isn’t the Nero who vanished, and lines apparently mean nothing to him. With a cruel thrust, he forces his whole length inside me. I cry out at the sudden, burning intrusion. I yelp with the shock of it.

As he hammers me, he asks, “You won’t forget who owns you now, will you? Who do you belong to?”

“I hate you,” I gasp.

He laughs. “Doesn’t matter. I can make you come even if you hate me.”

He fucks me with deep, purposeful thrusts of his cock, the ridged head working against the sensitive spot inside me.

I don’t want this.I don’t want this.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore what Nero’s doing to me, but my body has other ideas. I’m tense, overheated, and wet. I’ve yearned so long for Nero to come back. I’ve only ever been with my husband, and I could never crave anyone else when his eyewatering size and girth are so satisfying. My desperate body is so overwhelmed that my needy muscles grip him, my core lights up, and I orgasm with a sharp, furious cry.

Nero groans in a way that tells me he’s appreciating my climax rippling around him, but he doesn’t come yet. He pulls out of me and straightens up.

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