“That’s what you like, isn’t it? You like being raped?”He hauls me forward, and my knees knock into the white ceramic.
“No.” I grab at his fingers, trying to wrench them off me. “Why are you doing this?”I beg.He just told me it was okay. He just made me believe it wasn’t my fault. I suck in a breath, trying to breathe past the panic lodging in my throat.
“I heard his words to you, Sau. I saw how he raped you, but I didn’tfeelhow wet you were. I didn’t fucking know you were loving his fingers inside you.”
“That’s not true. Ididn’t.”
“You must’ve squirted all over the place to soak these this much.” He shakes my underwearin my face, hisowntwisting in pain and jealousy. “This isn’t just coming, is it? It’s fuckingloving it.”
“No…Caden, I didn’t.” I shake my head. “You said it was just anatomy.”
He pushes me against the wall, then further tears apart my dress, Myers’ shirt having fallen off in the hall when I ran towards him. “Stop.”
“Don’t say that when you let them fuck you and I’m your fucking husband.”
“I didn’t –”
He shoves my panties into my mouth, and my eyeswiden as he steps into the tub with me.
“You want me to fuck you like they did?” he snarlsas he strips off his shirt. “You want me tobeatyou?Rapeyou? Not give a fucking damn about what you want?” Hetosses his shirt, thenslams his fist into the wall beside my head, and I jump, terror ripping through me with not a molecule of arousal.
Caden isn’t supposed to scare me.
He isn’t supposed to hurt me.
He’s my husband.
I shake my head, trying to push out the panties so I can tell him I don’t want this from him, but he places a hand over my mouth. His other yanks down my dress, tearing apart the zipper as he forces it off my hips.
“Spread your legs,” he snaps.
I squeeze them together and jerk my head to the side, but his grip over my mouth hardens until he’s holding me stilland I’munable to express my lack of consent.
“Open your fucking legs like the whore you are.”
“Please,” I mumble, but between my panties and his palm, even I can’t understand the gurgle that comes out of my lips.I try not to taste the dried cum on the fabric, but it’s everywhere and adds to the sickness in my stomach.
His magic wraps around my legs and jerks them aparthard,shooting pain down my muscles and ligaments. I don’t think he’s snapped or torn anything, but I feel like he’s breaking something else inside of me.
He strips off his pants and under shorts with his magic. His cock is hard and throbbing.
“Please, stop,” I beg. I don’t want this.
I don’t want this from my husband.
He’s supposed to be safe.
He’s supposed to love me when I can’t.
“You’re so fucking wet all down to your knees,” he hisses, his face twistingmorewith rage. “Now tell me if it wasAleric orAntonio.”
I plead with him with my eyes, but my husband isn’t even looking at my face, his gaze on my spread pussy.
“Aleric’s cum is all stuck in your curls,” he growls, and his fingers move jerkily with his magic.
I scream against my panties as Caden rips out all the hairs on my pussy at once.
My knees buckle as agony shoots through me, and tears roll down my cheeks.