Page 36 of Of Murder and Matrimony

Olesya’s face flushed with embarrassment, but her temper got the better of her. “I didn’t traipse anywhere! I went for a swim, and your father practically kicked me out of the pool area! There wasn’t time to put my clothes back on!”

“You shouldn’t have been without your clothes in the first place!” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls.

“Then give me a damn swimsuit!” she shouted back, motioning to her body. “Or else I’ll strip down for a swim whenever I’d like!”

“The fuck you will!”

“You’re right,” Olesya snapped, planting her hands on her hips. “Because I don’t even have clean lingerie. It’s all being washed. Maybe I should walk around naked!”

“You think defiance will win you my favor?”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your favor, Dante!” Her chest heaved with every breath.

“Oh, you will,” I growled menacingly.

Olesya’s eyes widened with trepidation, but before she could run, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bed, forcing her to bend over the side of the mattress. The hem of her nightgown tore as I fisted it, shoving it up above her waist and baring her ass.

“Dante!” She squirmed and fought, but I only dropped more of my weight onto her back. “Let me go!”

“I don’t think so,” I purred darkly. My cock hardened at the desperate whine in her voice, and I ground my hips against her ass so she could feel it through my pants. “Naughty wives must be punished.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Her protests were useless.

“So that’s not you on the security footage, nearly naked for the world to see?”

Olesya let out a frustrated cry. “It wasn’t like that! I told you I was only swimming.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed, squeezing her ass cheek until she whimpered. “You never let another man see you like that.”

I pressed my knee into her lower back and unfastened my belt, wrestling her hands behind her back and restraining her wrists with the leather. She spewed epithets at me that would make a sailor blush, but I only grinned.

“Keep going, piccola fantasma,” I dared her. “I’ll relish every second my palm reddens that defiant ass.”

She was still screaming at me when I raised my hand and cracked it hard against that plump pale flesh, cutting off her wish for my swift death. She cried out, stunned.

“That’s it,” I rasped, rubbing the flesh that was quickly turning a perfect shade of crimson. “If you want this to end quickly, keep those pretty lips pressed together.”

“Fuck you,” Olesya hissed.

I chuckled, sadistically glad she defied me again. My hand smacked against her ass again with more force, her entire body jolting.

“No! Stop, please! Dante!”

I ignored how my palm burned, concentrating instead on covering the entire expanse of my wife’s rear with welted handprints.

Olesya’s protests and profanities turned to shuddering sobs, and I finally relented, admiring my handiwork. I massaged over her reddened flesh and leaned close, whispering soothing words into her ear.

My hand slipped lower, and my breath caught. “What do we have here?”

She stilled, every muscle tensing as I dragged my fingers through her folds.

“You’re fucking soaked, wife.” I grazed my teeth over the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “You liked that.”

“No,” Olesya whispered with shame.

“Yes.” I drew out the word. “This pussy is weeping for me. Begging to be filled by my cock. Admit it.”

“Never.”

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