Page 62 of Wrath

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he reassures me, leaning forward and capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. I wince as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, pushing against my own. He forces my hand to move faster, squeezing it tighter around his length. He breaks the kiss, panting as he looks down between us. “This is what married people do.”

“It feels wrong,” I mutter.

“It’ll feel good, I promise.”

His hand travels down my stomach, and when he presses it between my legs, I shift back suddenly, pulling my hand free and spilling water over the side of the tub and onto the tiled floor.

He stares at the wet floor, and I notice his jaw clenching. “I’m trying to be patient,” he says, his voice sounding unsteady with annoyance. He makes a grab for my wrist and hauls me to him, sitting me between his legs. “You’ll enjoy it, you just have to let me show you.”

I clamp my legs closed, and he sighs, pulling them apart and placing his legs over mine to keep them in place. His hand is back there, and I cry out in horror as he rubs me. His free hand cups my breast, teasing the nipple. “I promise it feels good, Wynter.”

His fingers part me, and I push back against him, trying to buck away. “Relax, it’s going to be over soon.” He pushes his finger into me, and I begin to cry, sobbing uncontrollably as memories of the caves fill my head. His heavy breaths in my ear make me feel sick as he uses his thumb to press against my sensitive area. I feel too full, and as a warm sensation burns my body, I twist away, unsure if I need to embrace it or fight it.

“Don’t I treat you well?” he whispers in my ear. “Like a queen?” My body is buzzing with a feeling I can’t describe, and I try to remove his hand, but he’s too strong. He nips along my neck, and I shudder. “That’s it, just let go.” I’m not sure what he means, but the feeling inside gets more powerful until I can’tfight it any longer. It zaps through me like a volt of electricity, and I have no control as I convulse against him, groaning.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. The feeling begins to edge away, and his rubbing slows. He takes my hand and pulls it behind my back to take his erection again. “Grip it hard,” he instructs.

“I don’t want to,” I whisper, unable to stop the feeling of shame as he turns me to face him.

“Two hands,” he orders, forcing me to take him. “Now, do what I just showed you.”

“Please,” I sniffle, allowing a tear to escape down my cheek.

“Wynter, we just need to get it out the way, and then you’ll feel better about it. Trust me, it’s a good thing.” His head leans back, and he closes his eyes, gasping as I move my hands like he showed me.

My arms ache as I continue to touch him. I watch as his abdomen tenses and he arches slightly, groaning before tensing. I stare in amazement as liquid squirts from his penis, coating my hands and his stomach. I immediately let go, and he takes over, continuing until no more liquid squirts out. His heavy breathing fills the silence, and I push my hands into the water to clean them.

He sits up, smiling. “See, it felt nice, didn’t it?” He grabs a sponge before I can reply and loads it with soap. “Back here,” he orders, pulling me to lie against him. He runs the sponge over my body, squeezing it so the bubbles trail over my breasts. I zone out, letting the guilt of what just happened sink deep within me.

Wrath

“She needs us,” says Martha, and I turn my back and close my eyes. “I know you can talk, Wrath, I was here when you spoke to Wynter.”

“Leave.”

“You think death is the best option, but you’re wrong.”

“She’s falling for him.” It was written all over her face, and although she might have every intention to get us out of here, the more time she spends with him might mean things change.

“Who? Silas?”

“I saw it in her eyes.”

“You’re wrong. But either way, it changes nothing. She still wants out. Wynter won’t abandon us. I know she won’t.”

I roll onto my back and turn to look at her lingering in the doorway. “We should make a plan for ourselves, just in case things don’t work out with Wynter.”

She frowns. “What if we get caught?”

“And you didn’t think that was a possibility when Wynter was making the plans? Isn’t it worth the risk to get out of this hell?” I push to sitting. “We’ve all just accepted our fate here.”

“And you just want to leave Wynter?”

I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere without her, even if I have to kill every man who stands in my way, including her husband.”

The guard appears behind Martha. “What’s going on?”

I lie back down, and Martha steps farther into the room. “He’s like us,” she tells me. “Alex wants out of here too.”

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