Page 87 of Beautiful Devil

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I didn’t know what else to do. You wouldn’t talk to me, and I can clearly see that something’s wrong. I tried calling your name, but you obviously couldn’t hear me over the music. And I just want to help you. I’m your wife, and as your wife, you should be able to talk to me.”

Her chest is heaving up and down rapidly as she tries to catch her breath from talking so fast. As I set down the weights down, while never losing eye contact with her, the muscles in my arms are screaming at me to stretch them out so they don’t cramp up, but I ignore them. Stalking slowly toward her, I begin to talk to her in a calm voice.

“You’re my wife?”

Step.

“Y-yes,” she stutters.

Step.

“You want me to talk to you and let you in?”

Confusion is visible on her face when she stutters again. Clearly, I’m making her uncomfortable.Good.

“Y-yes.”

Step.

“So you want me to tell you what’s wrong?

Step.

Gaining some confidence now, she answers without stuttering this time. “Yes, Fabi, I want you to talk to me and tell me what's wrong.”

“Why?”

“W-what?

“Why should I,Gia?”

“S-stop doing that.”

“Doing what, Gia?”

I’m starting to get under her skin. An evil smirk plays across my face before I answer.

“Why? I’m just calling you by your name, and if I’m not mistaken, you wanted me to talk. So here I am, talking to you. You followed me in here, stopped my workout, and demanded my attention and now you have it,Gia.”

Standing in her space, I see her throat bob as she visibly swallows, and I can see fear in her eyes, and that sliver of fear is all the beast needs to latch onto before he makes his appearance. Stretching my neck left and right, I can see the fear spreading throughout her body. Trying to steel her features, she once again displays confidence as she answers me.

“I do want to talk, but you always call megattinaordolzecca, never Gia. I feel like a child being reprimanded by her parents.” She lets out a tiny laugh, hoping to diffuse some of the tension, but it doesn’t work.

“You want to talk? Let's talk,Gia. If that’s even your real name,” I spit at her with so much malice it would make grown men cry.

But not mygattina. Oh no, I have angered her.

Good.

She squares her shoulders as she stares daggers up at me. My dick instantly starts to harden behind my zipper and if I wasn’t so pissed at her, I would bend her over and fuck her so hard against the mirror she would forget both of our names. But I don’t, because she wants to talk and I need some answers before I do and say things I swore I never would.

“Of course my name’s Gia. What else would it be?”

Ignoring that comment, I start throwing rapid fire questions at her. Catching people off- guard is a great way to determine if they’re lying or not and that’s exactly what I plan to do here with mywife.

“Where are you from?”

“Hartsville, South Carolina.”

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