Page 46 of Brutal Husband

She goes into a divorce lawyer’s office.

I sit fuming in my car as I stare at the covered glass windows. How dare she try to get away from me. I haven’t given Rieta permission to leave me.

I grow angrier and angrier as I wait for her to come out again, and when she does, I follow her closely all the way home. Threateningly close. Rieta realizes I’m there and keeps glancing into the rearview mirror at me with fearful eyes.

At home, she jumps out of her car and races inside.

Oh, you shouldn’t run,cara mia.

Because now I have to chase you.

Inside the house, I thunder up the stairs behind her and reach the bedroom door just as it closes and the lock clicks.

I pound on the door with my fist. “Rieta.Rieta. Open this fucking door.”

I’ve been overtaken by an all-consuming rage. How dare she shut me out when I want answers, and I want her as well. She’s never fucking leaving me.

“The longer you lock me out, the angrier I’ll be with you.Fucking let me in!”

Rieta doesn’t listen, and so I have to break down the bedroom door and the en suite bathroom door to get to her. The place is in shambles, with wood splinters all over the floor and tears on my wife’s face. Rieta needs to be taught a lesson, and so I pull her over my knee and spank her ass. Her bare flesh turns gloriously red under my hand, and my cock gets so hard that I ache.

“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.”

She goes on denying that she’s keeping anything from me, so I throw her on the bed and fuck her the way I’ve been dreaming of, night after night. Hard. Hungry. Selfish. I’ve never needed a woman as much as I need Rieta.

I want to come so badly, but I make myself stop so I can catch my breath. Every time I was rough with her, I knew what I was doing and had control of myself, and I have always stopped short of crossing that line and losing control.

I sit down in an armchair and watch her, getting my breath and my senses back.

Rieta is slumped on the floor, gazing up at me with hurt filling her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you got a vasectomy?”

I grip the arms of the chair, my fingers digging into the upholstery.

“You made me believe you wanted a baby,” she whimpers. “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. Now I’m glad you never gave me your child because there’s even less to tie us together.”

I can’t listen to this, or I’ll go crazy. I shoot to my feet, throw her face down on the bed, and take my cock in my hand.

“I have news for you,cara mia.” I snarl, driving into her pussy. “While I was gone, I had my vasectomy reversed.”

She doesn’t believe that I’m able to knock her up, but I’ll prove her wrong if it’s the last thing I do. I’m a man possessed as I fuck her as hard and as deep as I can.

“That’s right, take every drop of my cum. You belong to me, Rieta. Every drop of blood in your veins. Every breath you take. This baby I’m putting in your belly. All fucking mine.”

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Rieta

Nero finally climbs off me, and I’m too exhausted and beaten down to move.

I know why this happened. I got comfortable and thought Nero had grown bored with following me everywhere, so I risked speaking with a divorce lawyer. That was a mistake.

I don’t believe him about reversing the vasectomy. I think it’s his twisted way of getting my hopes up again about a baby. He’s already done his worst to me, and so I let my body go limp and allow my eyelids to drift closed.

A dark shadow falls across my face, and I slowly open my eyes. Nero is standing by the side of the bed, and my eyes lock on that hateful daisy tattoo on his arm. Did he get it while he was gone just to mock me?

Then I realize there’s something in his hand. My eyes widen in fear at the flash of silver and glass.

Is that aneedle?

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