Page 111 of Bride By Initiation

"Don't be silly."

"You know damn well it's not silly. Now that you're married to me, you're not having your father's surveillance on you 24/7. Besides, they're not very good, are they?"

I put my hand on my hip. "Oh, like your surveillance is any better. How did all these boxes get in here with nobody noticing?"

He crosses his arms. "The Omni want us to live here, or they wouldn't have packed up your stuff and brought it here. I'm not about to start disobeying them."

"This isn't fair. I spent a lot of time making my place nice," I whine.

"What's wrong with my place?"

I glance around the apartment. The couches are brown leather, there's a video game console, and there's barely anything on the tan walls.

I point around, claiming, "This is blah! No woman wants to live in this."

"This place is awesome," he declares.

"You can't be serious."

"It is, and we're staying," he says, brushing past me, pulling his shirt off and going to the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I question, following him.

"I'm tired. I'm taking a shower and getting something to eat."

"Sean, this conversation's not over. I mean it. I don't want to live here."

He spins to face me, and I run into him. He slides his hands through my hair, yanks my head back, and leans over me.

I inhale sharply, holding my breath and squeezing my thighs.

He hisses, "You know what I do to little brats?"

I don't say anything. My butterflies go crazy.

He continues, "I think it's time I show my wife what happens when she provokes me."

"Please do! You think you're the only one in charge, and you aren't!" I hurl.

"That's it." He releases my hair, scoops me up, and tosses me over his shoulder.

"Let me down, Sean!"

He grunts as he carries me to the bed. He sits and maneuvers me so I'm lying across his knees and then he yanks my dress up.

"What are you doing?" I say, gripping the bedspread and squeezing my thighs tighter, but I don't fight him. My body pulses with a new ache.

He rubs his hand on my ass cheeks, and my breath turns ragged. He claims, "I'm teaching my wife who's in charge and reminding her of her vows to obey her husband."

"That's a shitty part of the vows," I blurt out.

He raises his hand and then smacks it on my ass cheek.

"Oh shit!" I cry out as a new type of excitement explodes in my core.

He slides his other hand between my thighs, sticking his fingers into my dampness and then rolling them around.

I moan. "Sean, what the?—"

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