Page 47 of Breaking the Annulment

“Then why?” he demanded, his voice breaking slightly. “Why did you invite him? Why are you even thinking about him?”

“I told you—” she began, but her voice faltered. She looked away, her arms wrapping tightly around herself again. “I don’t know. Until a few weeks ago, I thought––” she hesitated, “I cared about him. I thought you and I were––”

Her admission gutted him, and something inside him snapped. “You thought what? Do you love him? You’re mine, Aurelia,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Maybe it’s time he sees it for himself.”

Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” Michalis snarled, “go ahead and invite him to the party. I’ll fuck you right in front of him. And when you’re screaming my name, not his, he’ll get the message, even if you don’t.”

Her hand flew up before she could think, the slap resounding in the silence. Michalis’s head turned slightly from the impact, his cheek stinging, but when he looked back at her, his expression was unreadable. Slowly, a faint smile curved his lips, dark and full of promise.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said softly, his voice low and dangerous.

Before she could respond, his hands shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him. His mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss hard and unrelenting. She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but he didn’t let go. Instead, his grip tightened, his possessiveness radiating through every inch of his body.

Her anger flared again, and she fought against him, her nails digging into his shoulders. But then his lips softened, the desperation in his touch giving way to something deeper, more consuming. Slowly, her resistance melted, and her hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Michalis broke the kiss just enough to murmur against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. “You belong to me, Aurelia. Every inch of you. But since you don’t seem to understand that yet, I’m going to show you.”

With a growl of impatience, he tore his shirt over his head, buttons flying like tiny bullets in every direction. His chest heaved with exertion, his abs ridged and hard. He unzipped his pants, relieving the strain, a testament to the fire burning between them.

Aurelia’s cheeks flushed crimson as she averted her gaze, but not before she’d seen the hunger in his eyes. The knowledge that he desired her this much simultaneously thrilled and terrified her. She was at his mercy tonight, and she both craved and feared what was to come next.

She’d pushed him too far, she could see that now. Whatever he was about to do to her, it was going to be primal. He was going to force her to submit, to give him everything he wanted. Her panties became soaked with her shameful desire. She shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t crave what was about to happen. But she did.

She bit her lower lip, torn between fear and desire as Michalis maneuvered her back against the desk. His body pressed insistently against hers, leaving no doubt as to how much he wanted her. She should hate him for his possessiveness, his cruelty, for treating her like property to be branded and claimed. But instead, she found herself arching into him, desperate for more. This attraction was wrong, twisted by anger, but try as she might, she couldn't deny the pull he had on her.

With quick, efficient movements, Michalis had her stripped naked and lying on the desk, her wrists bound above her head with the belt he’d carelessly discarded. He smirked down at her and then finished undressing, taking his sweet time until she thought she might combust.

He stood proudly before her, erection straining between his legs. “You’re mine,” he growled. “I think I’ll take you just like this in front of David. He can have a front row seat,” he growled, spreading her knees wide, his fingers spreading her feminine lips.”

"No!" Aurelia gasped out, but her protests were weak and breathy. She swore at herself for sounding like a wanton wench in heat instead of the strong woman she knew herself to be.

Michalis chuckled darkly, his eyes alight with desire and something else she couldn’t quite place. “I warned you,” he said, and then dropped to his knees in front of her.

His tongue circled her clit, slowly at first, and then picking up speed, devouring her with insatiable hunger.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as his hot breath wafted across her damp center. There was no going back now. She arched her back and cried out as he drove her to the edge of sanity, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to reduce her to a quivering mass of need. She was so close, so very close to the precipice of release when he abruptly pulled away, leaving her panting and shaking with unfulfilled desire.

“Can your precious David make you feel like this?” he growled, straightening up. Far from leaving her bereft, he pushed three fingers deep inside her, found that special ridge and started stroking. “Does he know what this does to you?”

Aurelia gasped, unable to form a coherent response as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. The ache between her thighs increased tenfold, and she mewled in frustration as he continued to tease her mercilessly.

“Tell me to fuck you, Aurelia. Tell me you want me to fuck you right in front of David.”

“Oh god.”

“God isn’t here. Now, say it.”

Tears of frustration spilled down her cheeks as she ground against his hand.

His fingers plunged deeper, finding that sensitive spot again and again as she thrashed against her restraints, desperate for more.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice dark and dangerous.

Her cheeks burned with shame but she knew there was no choice if she ever wanted relief. “Fuck me,” she panted, her breath coming in short gasps. “I-I want you to fuck me. R-right now, in front of him.”

Michalis arched an eyebrow before positioning himself at her entrance. “Louder, I don’t think he heard you.”

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