Page 4 of Brutal Husband

Disgust overwhelms me. In my panic to get away from him, I manage to get myself off the bed, but my jelly legs make me crash to the ground. I fall into a heap and sit there, dazed.

Nero saunters over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sits down. He beckons me closer, gripping his still wet cock. “You need more? Come here to your husband.”

I must look a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks. Torn dress hanging off me. Hair in tangles.

“I gave you an order,” Nero warns. When I still don’t move, he lounges back and chuckles darkly. “I can see my wife is going to need an even harder working over. Shall I use my belt on you?”

Fear thrills through me. My eyes snap to him. “You think I betrayed you, but you’re the betrayer.”

“What are you talking about?” he snarls.

Now isn’t the time to pick over our marital upsets, not when my husband just held me down and forced me, but all the hurt and anger swim to the surface, and the words burst from my lips. “Why didn’t you tell me you got a vasectomy?”

Nero grips the sides of the armchair with large, strong hands. Sinewy and veiny. I always loved his hands. I can hear him breathing. Harsh, angry breaths.

“You made me believe you wanted a baby,” I accuse. “You tortured me month after month as you watched me take pregnancy tests that were never going to be positive. That’s what hope is. It’s torture.”

I wanted his baby so badly. I wanted our son or daughter to have their father’s deep brown eyes. His beautiful smile. His cleverness.

“Now I’m glad you never gave me your child because there’s even less to tie us together.”

Nero shoots to his feet. He grasps me under the armpits and pushes me face down on the bed once more. This time, he doesn’t even bother to pull my hips up. He takes hold of himself and holds the head of his cock against my slit. My skin crawls everywhere this hateful man touches. My coreachesfor him.The tip of his cock just slips inside me, and when I gasp in shock, he laughs. A nasty, hateful laugh.

I want out of this marriage. The first words from my lips the moment I saw him again should have been,I want a divorce.

“I have news for you,cara mia.” Nero drives his hips forward and his cock into me, his thick length stretching my aching flesh and making me scream. “While I was gone, I had my vasectomy reversed.”

My heart thumps painfully.

“You’re lying.” My voice is muffled by the sheets.

“I’m not the liar here. Fuck, you feel good,” he moans, squeezing handfuls of my sore ass as he fucks me. “It’s been so long since I filled you up with my cum. I’ve been dreaming of it.” His voice is filled with aching sweetness, just like it used to be.

What if he’s not lying? What if he really did have his vasectomy reversed? If I have this psychopath’s baby, I’ll never be rid of him. I try to wriggle out from beneath him, but he grabs me and holds me in place.

“Oh, fuck yes,cara mia,” he groans. “Make me pin you down. Keep fighting me. It’s such a rush.” His breathing is growing heavier and heavier and the strokes of his cock hungrier and deeper. “You can try to get away from me before I come, but the harder you struggle, the more I like it.”

I should lie still like a dead fish so this isn’t any fun for him. He’s going to come and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but I struggle anyway. I’m just making things worse for myself. As I buck my hips, I can feel his cock driving into me at an angle that makes golden stars burst behind my eyes and through my belly. My nipples rub against the bed. His hard thrusts are driving me higher and higher until my body explodes with shameful pleasure.

Nero fucks me through my orgasm, his pace steadily increasing until he thrusts hard once, twice, and suddenly, there’s a heavy liquid feeling inside me.

I drop my head and moan into the mattress. What has he done? It’s too late. I can’t have his baby now.

Nero pulls halfway out, presses his cock into me once more, and then groans as if appreciating the sight. “So full of me, Rieta. So deep inside you. Lie there like a good girl, so full of my cum.”

“Why are you doing this now that I hate you? Why couldn’t we do this before? Why can’t we ever be normal?”

Nero has never wanted me in the way that husbands want their wives. He’s either ignoring me or smothering me until I can’t breathe.

Nero lowers himself over me until he’s growling in my ear, “Why? Because you’re hiding something from me, and I’m going to find out what it is and make you regret it for as long as you live.”

“You’re the one with all the secrets. I want a divorce. I never want to see you again.”

“You don’t want me anymore? You don’t want my baby?” he asks sharply. “Congratulations, Mama. Now it’s the only thing I crave. I’m going to keep shooting my cum into you daily until it’s dripping out of you, and you’re so fucking full of my baby.”

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