Page 13 of The Hand that Frays

“I don’t have a ring,” I manage as I feel my belly burn low, an orgasm building slowly.

“You have my name cut into your fucking body. Do you need a ring?”

I’m speechless, mainly because of how my impending climax is rapidly approaching.

Neo takes my nonanswer as an answer, however. He sinks his face into my neck, lifting one leg to thrust into me even deeper.

“I’ll give you whatever you want; just be mine. Be my stupid little wife.”

His words shatter me, and my eyes speckle with light as I come in answer.

He bites my neck, dragging my climax out, and I groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes, stupid girl.”

Words. I can’t form words.

He pulls back, and a tear beads in my eye. Even though I don’t let it fall, Neo sees it and allows the barest hint of a smile to curl his beautiful lips upward.

“Yes,” I breathe.

It’shours later when we’re married by a real priest in a beautiful church, as Neo holds him at gunpoint. I don’t know where he got the license or the idea he wanted to marry me in his head, but I leave with a new last nameand a priest’s blood on my skin after the ceremony is complete.

We get into the car, and Neo pulls us onto the highway as I slide over his lap. He wraps one arm around my waist as his other hand holds the steering wheel.

My white dress is covered in blood, not that I should’ve worn white. However, it’s the very picture of Neo’s and my relationship, and I find it fitting.

“Stupid wife, what are you up to?” I reach between us and work him out of his slacks.

He dressed up so nicely for the ceremony. He almost looked respectable.

“I think I like it when you call me that,” I tell him, finding my bare entrance with his cock as I sit down on him, letting his girth stretch me wide as he hits the gas a bit abruptly.

I laugh. “Hold us steady, madman,” I whisper, nipping his ear as I lift and feel him slide inside me.

“Fuck, you feel good, husband.”

He growls as I rise and fall on his dick like the leaves on a tree in a stiff wind.

“You’re going to kill us both,” he tells me, taking his eyes off the road as he kisses my lips.

My tongue parts his, flicking against his answering tongue as I use his shoulders for leverage.

He feels so good, and the thrill of barreling down the road while his cock is buried deep inside me, all while I can’t see what’s before us, has my cunt greedy.

“I might. At least we’ll go out together,” I tell him, and something haunting passes through his eyes.

Changing the pace, I pull my pussy backward, tugging his dick at an angle with it before I grind back, sinking him back inside me.

“More,” he snarls, and it has a thrilling buzz ambling through my veins.

“More?” I ask.

His other hand comes from behind my back and wraps around my throat. “More!”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe, blood filling with the drug that is Neo Wade.

I reach down, moving the thick layers of the tulle fabric my thigh-high wedding dress is made of, finding his base.

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