Page 2 of Free-Falling
She narrows her big gray eyes at me. “I promise you, sleep with one eye open, Jack-ass or else…”
I smirk. “So, you want to sleep in the same bed as me is what you’re saying? Consummate our marriage? Should we film it to show our significant other that we are fucking for them?”
Her eyes widen with an odd expression, but the expression is gone before I could take the next breath. “Over my dead body.”
“Not into necrophilia. I’ll pass plus heard your pussy’s been tossed around one too many times.”
At this she growls, starting her efforts of getting up off the floor, but she can’t. I know what she will do before she does it. Ainslee removes her shoe, and I duck. I grit my teeth before standing up and making my way to her. I crouch down to her level and grab her by her neck holding tight not letting go.
“Let, let go.” She protests; her voice straining to speak out more.
“I’m getting real tired of your shit, Ainslee. Real, real tired. You know better than to bring up my girl. I don’t bring up your loser boyfriend so don’t bring her up.”
She still glares at me. “Let go, motherfucker.”
I get even closer to her face. There’s nothing cute or intoxicating about this moment. The air is charged, not with sexual tension but with hatred. “Yield to me, Ainslee and I promise not to break you like I planned to. You think this marriage will give you leeway to do whatever, but it’s even worse. How I used to treat you was a walk in the park but now, I will ruin you so much you’ll wish you were a dead body.”
Ainslee shivers, which triggers a part of me I suppressed with my flower, Layla.
“You can’t break me.” Ainslee says.
I chuckle, a full heart felt chuckle since this whole ordeal. “Want to try? It’s not like we can step out on each other, anyway. I’m not getting my girl killed over your horniness and inability to keep your pussy in your panties.”
Ainslee tries to shove me. Emphasis on the trying, there’s a knock to the door.
“Ainslee,” recognition isn’t just in her eyes but in her entire demeanor. “Ainslee, baby, can I talk to you?” Her boyfriend is at the door.
I smile wickedly as I slam a hand over her mouth and shove us to the floor with my body. Ainslee’s eyes are wide with panic, she knows I won’t do anything sexual with her but because this might be the last time she seems him. I don’t care about her feelings, she won’t see him just like I won’t see my girl.
Ainslee tries to get me off by pulling on my hair and thrashing in the big dress so I force my hips down to hold her down. She scratches my neck and I know she’s left a mark. I growl, moving one hand from her throat and grabbing her wrists, placing them over her head.
“You’re going to wish you never left a mark on me. You’re going to wish you died, Ainslee Hanlon. Now, wife,” I say with anger and disgust laced in my words. “How about we show your boy what ultimate betray feels like? Let’s fucking gut him.”
Her screams are muffled but I hear her clearly. “I will kill you, Jagger.” She says.
“Yield to me, Ainslee. Beg me to not tell your boyfriend to come in. Do it or better yet beg me to let me let you see him one last time.”
Ainslee blinks, and she calms. The fight in her leaves. She’s blinking back tears, yet I’m not fazed.
“Please, please let me see him.”
I see the love in her eyes she has for him. I would be soulless to not let her see him. That would be downright cruel plus, it’s not who I am. I remove my hand from her mouth.
“Come in.” I say and just as she smiles at me, I smile right back and now she knows she’s fucked up.
I kiss her the moment he opens the door, ruining everything that she thinks she has left. I’m not a better man. I’m not just cruel, I’m worse than that. I don’t have any remorse for what I’ve done. If I can’t get what I want, neither can she. We will suffer. Ainslee bites me, but I don’t relent. I choke her again and although she’s fighting me, I’m sure to him it doesn’t look like it. I even add a groan or two to make it worse.
I hear a door slam but I don’t stop kissing her because now, Ainslee is kissing me back. It’s like an electric current has zapped my entire body from head to toe. I can’t think or see right. This time, my deep groan is real, it’s filled with anger, frustration, confusion about why I’m not stopping and most of all desperation. My girl’s face pops up in my mind, and I pull away from Ainslee.
I get up and start pacing acting Iike a caged animal but I don’t get the chance to do more before Ainslee attacks me again. Twice in less than an hour. What a new record. I get her up against the door but not because I want to touch her again but because I’m pissed as fuck.
“You had no right!” Ainslee shrieks.
Some of her hair escapes the ridiculous bun she did. Her big eyes are filled with unshed tears. Her caramel skin is flushed, and her lips appear like she’s been thoroughly kissed.
“I have every right. Now, Mrs. Hanlon, everything I do, I do it to remind you that I hate you. I will never support what you want. Don’t make me do it again.” I threaten.
Her eyes are wide now, with curiosity. I blink and so does she. Without thinking about it, I kiss her again. What the hell is up with this? I don’t even like her, not one bit.
