Page 67 of Brutal Husband

“I hate hearing this, but I have to know. What did he do to you?”

“He needed Viagra. He didn’t want me pregnant. He didn’t want me at all. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t…”

Love me.

Even like me.

Nero doesn’t seem to love me either, but he is obsessed with me, and maybe I’m going to hell for it, but I crave his dark obsession. Every hard thrust of it.

Nero’s movements grow harder with his anger. “That fucking monster.”

“Why did you leave me with him?” I whimper. “Why did you abandon me and make me suffer for so long?”

“Believe me,cara mia. I wanted to be—” Nero punctuates his words with a deeper thrust. “Right.” Thrust. “Here. I hate that I wasn’t with you. I hate that he knew how you take your coffee. Ihate that he saw you naked. That he fucked you. That he bought Viagra to be with you.Mywife.Mine. I want to go out in public with you so I can say to everyone I meet,This is my wife, Rieta.Mywifeand no one else’s. I want to listen to you having lunch with your shitty family so I can hear them ask,How is your husband?Then I want to take you home again and fuck you senseless like my little slut needs to be fucked.”

Every hard thrust of his cock is pushing me closer to my orgasm. “You can’t talk to me like that. I’m going to be a mother.”

“I can talk to you however I want. You love me filling your pretty holes, don’t you? Your husband who has been aching for you. I haven’t touched another woman. I haven’t looked at another woman. I never even thought about another woman but you. It was all over for me the first time I ever saw you.”

Nero braces himself against the bed and uses his other hand to cradle my head, watching as he makes me come. My legs wrap around him of their own accord. My nails score the flesh of his shoulders. I give myself over to him and my climax.

“You look so beautiful as you come.” Swearing under his breath, Nero thrusts harder, and then his rhythm stutters, and he groans loudly in my ear. Every muscle in his body goes taut and then he melts down over my body.

I’m used to my husband getting up and leaving without a word after sex. Instead of rolling off me and leaving the bedroom, Nero gathers me closer to his body as he shifts onto his side. My face and breasts are pressed against his chest. I don’t know what to do with my arms. I don’t know what to do with Nero. Is this cuddling? Are we supposed to talk now?

“Are you going to kill me or not?” I whisper.

“I can’t now, can I?” he murmurs sleepily.

“Then what are we going to do?”

“I told you, you’re my property. So that means you have to do what I say.” Nero grasps one of my hands and wraps it around his waist.

He makes me hold him. My body tenses, wondering what I’m supposed to do. Maybe I’m not supposed to do anything but lie here. Slowly, I relax, and to my surprise, it starts to feel nice. After a moment, my fingers stroke his back. He makes an appreciative noise in his throat. Without thinking, I trace the scars on his back, and suddenly, he freezes.

“Sorry,” I whisper, and stop touching him. I wonder how he got the scars, and why when he first returned, he was thinner than he used to be. Since his return, Nero has been eating well and working out energetically, and his physique has returned to the way I remember it.

Nero takes a deep breath and seems to force himself to relax. “Don’t stop.”

He moves my hand back to where it was. He wants me to touch his scars? I tentatively stroke his back, and he groans and burrows deeper into my arms.

Slowly, Nero’s breathing deepens until he falls asleep.

Now what am I supposed to do? I’m half pinned to the bed by my naked husband. I’ve never been in this position before, and I feel trapped. I suppose that was the point, as I’m his captive. I reach up and gently brush his hair out of his eyes, admiring his handsome face while he sleeps. I start to enjoy my husband’s embrace and the possessive way he’s draped over me. I can feel the slickness of his cum between my thighs as well as a warm, just-orgasmed feeling in my core.

So this is what having a real husband is like.

I bite my lip as I have these dangerous thoughts. I’m playing happy family with Nero in my mind, and he will probably kill me as soon as I give birth to his child.

As carefully as I can, I ease myself out from beneath Nero’s heavy limbs and get off the bed. I’m not trying to flee. I just need some space to catch my breath.

I take a shower, and afterward, I wipe the condensation off the mirror and examine my reflection. There’s no sign on my body that I’m pregnant, but of course there wouldn’t be yet. Despite the circumstances, I feel excited by the prospect of watching my body change. I’m going to be a mother. A future that felt on the other side of a chasm is now in reach.

I swipe more condensation from the mirror and reveal someone standing behind me. Nero’s come into the bathroom, and his deep brown eyes gaze into my reflection.

“Can you tell yet?” he asks huskily, moving forward to touch my body. “Can you feel the baby inside you? Do you feel different?”

I shake my head. “Nothing’s different. I don’t even have morning sickness yet.”

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