Page 23 of His Disobedient Bride

Then his lips were on my neck and I could feel him barely holding back from tearing into my asshole and splitting me open. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into my neck, tearing into my flesh, and I moaned, unwillingly aroused despite my terror.

I heard his chuckle of pleasure behind me.

“Oh, you’re such a bad girl,” he said. “The fear turns you on.”

His thrusts began to get rougher and harder as my moans drove him.

He began to pound faster into my asshole, his pace jostling, pulling on the belt.

“Hurry,” I whispered, my mind visualizing over and over again what would happen if the pillar fell on him. He would be crushed, killed.

“Hurry?” he asked angrily, his breathing rough. “I won’t be coming until you do.”

“Oh, Andrei!” I squeaked, as quietly as I could. “I can’t.”

I heard an inarticulate, feral growl behind me and then he was yanking me, pulling me so that my clit was positioned over the nearby bench, cool and smooth under my pussy.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten that you fucking come when I say so,” he hissed angrily in my ear, winding my hair in his hand.

I felt pressure begin to build in my pussy, the sting in my ass a sharp, pleasurable pain that made my knees weak and my skin shiver, as he rubbed my clit over the hard smooth bench and pounded into my ass.

My skin prickled with heat and the pressure built and pulsed at my clit.

“Oh, Andrei! God,” was all I could get out as he drove me to my orgasm, and he reached in front and slapped my pussy lips and then I was coming hard, my body his to command and overpower.

I could feel him release into me the second he felt my asshole milking his cock, his hands clutching, tearing at me.

My knees sagged as the pleasure overcame me, and then he was reaching forward with his knife, slicing the belt that connected us to the pillar and rolling out of the way with me as the huge pillar finally crashed down right where my husband had been.

The noise was deafening, and the dust and plaster and crumbled concrete filled the air.

I coughed and gasped, finally releasing my feelings in a piercing scream.

Then I felt his hard hands grab my jaw, so tightly that I wasn’t able to talk or move.

He pulled my head around so that I was facing him as he glared at me with those cold ice blue eyes.

“Didn’t like that, baby? Then don’t fucking hurt yourself trying to control me.”

I couldn’t talk, so I just nodded.

He released me and tucked that big cock into his pants.

I looked at him angrily.

“Fucking psycho,” I snarled, trembling with relief and rage.

But he only laughed, swinging me on the seat in front of him.

“And what do you call slicing your forearm open?”

I said nothing.

“Damn right I’m a psycho. So don’t pull that shit with me again.”

I said nothing. I was done trying to matchmake for his goddam family. They could all suck on their own dicks as far as I was concerned.

As he settled me and my throbbing ass in front of him, he rubbed his lips on my neck, playfully nipping my skin.

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