Page 69 of Like An Animal
Neither Jeremy or the man in the suit responds to me. The man reaches into his brief case and pulls out a manilla envelope before pulling a single sheet of paper out, setting it on the desk in front of him.
What the fuck?
I recognize what it is immediately. I’ve only seen a marriage certificate once before and that was because I was marrying Kyle. What is the point of having one? One, I can’t get married if I’m already married and two, you need a marriage license a few days before you actually get married.
Is Jeremy going to force me to marry him?
“What is going on here?” I ask, but no one answers. The man in the suit pulls a pen out of his pocket and sets it next to the certificate.
“You will sign right here,” the man says before pointing at the bottom of the paper. Without any hesitation, Jeremy picks up the pen and signs where he was instructed to. “And you, ma’am, will sign here.” He motions to the other signature spot and I shake my head.
“No. I’m not signing that.”
Without warning, Jeremy grabs my wrist and slams it against the desk. I scream from the sudden shock as he forces the pen into my hand.
“Yes, you fucking will,” he growls against my throat.
Though it's futile, I try to pull away from his hold as he looms over me.
“No, I won’t!” I snarl back at him, but he just grabs my hair and presses my face into the table, smushing my face against the oak desk. “I’m already married, Jeremy!”
“No, no, no. Winnie Parker is married and her piece of shit husband is dead. Bronwyn Durst has never been married, but she made an oath to marry Jeremy Borza when she reached Newark, New Jersey five years ago. I’m collecting that debt. Sign it or I’ll send the brat off with Xavi for a fucking week. Don’t test me, little ghost. Just sign the fucking marriage certificate.” Then, as if meant to cause confusion and chaos, he presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
I tighten my fingers around the pen, imagining not being able to see my baby girl for seven days, and from that thought alone, a single tear falls down my face. Then, I sign it.
“I hate you,” I whimper the words from the heightened emotions in my brain. I can’t go that long without my child and I don’t think she can either.
“Uh huh.” He pushes the marriage license out from under my hand and gives it to the man in the suit. “Take care of this and get out. I need a moment withmy wife.”
Hisforcedwife, but sure, let’s go with that.
“Yes, sir. I’ll get this filed.”
The man darts out the door and I drop the pen from my grip before he releases my hand.
“Are you going to let me up now?” I grumble under my breath, but considering his free hand is yanking the dress up my legs, I doubt it.
This position is doing things to my body, sending me down memory lane of being bent over the kitchen table while my abusive father was forced to watch.
“Not yet.”
Once the hem is on top of my ass, I hear the sound of his zipper before I feel the head of his cock between my thighs. I arch my back, ready for him to give it to me. After all, this is the one thing that always came easy for us. He slams his cock inside me and I cry from how fucking good it feels as he takes me. Hishand in my hair releases me before grabbing the front of my neck, pulling me into his body. His hips slam into mine over and over again, fucking me harder with each thrust until my vision blurs.
“Who’s cunt is this?” he rasps in my ear as he pins my hips between him and the edge of the desk. His face buries in my neck as I moan with every thrust.
“Yours.”
“And now, every part of you belongs to me, even your fucking name.” My cunt spasms around him as I scream from how good it feels. “You’re my fucking wife, little ghost. Fucking say it.” He drags his teeth along my throat as my eyes roll into the back of my head from the delicious assault he puts my body through.
“I’m your wife,” I moan as his other hand reaches between my thighs and teases my clit. I throw my head back and scream.
“Good girl. You’re just as fucking receptive as I remember, taking me like my personal fuck toy. Is this what you needed, Mrs. Borza?”
I grunt as his thrusts pick up their pace until I come again, tears flowing down my face from the pleasure I’ve been so desperate for, the high I’ve been unable to attain on my own or with Kyle. I tried so many times to get off like this, but it never worked. Only Jeremy can make me feel this good.
“Yes,” I cry. “This is what I needed.”
“Then, fucking behave and this is what you’ll keep getting.”
