Page 41 of Brutal Husband

“Nero—” Her eyebrows are tilted up and together as she struggles to keep a hold of herself. “Nero.”

Rieta cries out my name as she comes. I press my face into the side of her throat and breathe her in, worshipping the sensation of her orgasm ripping through her body. Then I let her go.

She falls to her knees before me, gasping and panting.

I slide my hand around her jaw and force her to look up at me. Her hair is tumbling around her beautiful face.

“Plead with me to never leave you again,” I demand, fisting my hard cock up and down. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’tmy beloved Nero, I’ll shove my cock down your throat and fuck some manners into you.”

For a moment, Rieta pants and gazes up at me, a woman who’s totally broken. Then her face changes.

“My beloved Nero…” Rieta says with a beautiful smile.

My heart stutters in my chest.

She actually said it? Every night for too long, I’ve dreamt of her gazing up at me just like this. The only woman I’ve ever wanted. The one who makes me insane with desire and jealousy.

Her expression hardens with hate. “Go fuck yourself.”

This little bitch.

I squeeze her jaw between her teeth, making her mouth pop open, and thrust my cock into her mouth. Seizing her hair, I push right to the back of her throat. Rieta makes an angry sound, and then gags, her eyes widening, but I don’t let her go.

She glares up at me, eyes watering. Her hands flatten against my stomach, nails digging in. She’s not going anywhere until I’m done.

I’m breathing raggedly as I thrust into her mouth. My woman. My wife. I’m back where I belong.

Tears leak from her eyes as my cock hits the back of her throat. She looks so damn pretty when she cries, and it’s not long before my balls are tightening. My orgasm rushes up, and I burst inside her mouth.

The stubborn bitch refuses to swallow, and instead, she lets my cum slide over her lips and drip down her chin. I wipe it from the corners of her mouth and smile. “Look at you, my sweet little slut. Be angry if you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I want some fucking answers.”

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Rieta

My eyes snap open, and I’m lying in bed with Nero’s arms locked around me like a steel cage. This is the first time we’ve ever slept in the same bed, and he’s keeping me captive in it.

What the hell was last night?

Behind me, Nero stirs and nuzzles the nape of my neck. There’s a hot, thick swelling pressed between my ass cheeks. He must have taken Viagra before he clambered onto me last night, and then again this morning before I woke up. That seems excessive.

Nero’s mouth seeks the curve of my neck, and he mumbles sleepily, pulling me closer against him. The head of his cock is dangerously close to my slippery entrance.

“You shouldn’t take so much Viagra. It’s probably bad for your heart.”

Nero bursts out laughing, and he thrusts his cock against my pussy, sliding through my sex. “Viagra? My Viagra is my wife’s plump, tender ass first thing in the morning.”

“It never used to be.”

There’s a long silence, and when he speaks again, there’s no humor in his tone. “That was before. Things are different now.”

Different how? I squirm in his grip. I’m not trying to get away, I’m trying to face him. Eventually he lets me, but he makes it clear from the way he pulls me against his chest that I’m not getting out of bed. “Where have you been?”

His gaze is locked on my lips as he pushes my hair slowly back from my face. He rumbles, “That’s my business.”

My fingers tighten on the muscles of his shoulders. After all these months, I desperately need answers. “Please, just tell me.”

“I could. Or I could sheathe my cock in my wife’s heavenly pussy.”

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