Page 179 of Bride By Initiation

A spasm hits me, and my voice cracks. "F-fuck!"

"Tell me to stop, my little brat, and I will," he claims, but it's also a warning.

He knows I can't ever tell him to stop when he touches me. He's a magnet, and there's no way to pull away from him. The moment we crossed the line, it became undoable. He knows it, and I know it.

He lowers his face to the side of mine, murmuring in my ear, "Don't ever accuse me of doing the unforgivable again, my little brat. You're my pulse, and you know it. And if you ever do to me what you're accusing me of, I swear to God..." He pins his dark gaze on me.

I hold my breath, and the machine switches to the spin cycle.

He spanks me again.

I yelp, and a throbbing wave of endorphins washes through me.

He slides his hand up my spine and wraps his fist around my hair. He kisses my cheek and then glides into me.

"Sean!" I whisper-shout, already feeling dizzy from the sensory overload.

His thick cock thrusts to the beat of the washer, and he lifts my head higher, turning it toward his face. His lips graze mine, but he doesn't slide his tongue in my mouth. He kisses me and then studies me, repeating it several times.

I try to resist, but I can't. Within seconds, my tongue rolls against his, and everything explodes around me. Adrenaline pounds through me, and his erection pushes deeper.

"That's it, my little brat," he coos against my lips.

My pussy spasms around his cock. Dizziness slaps me over and over until I'm shaking as hard as the washer and seeing white.

"You're my wife, Zara! My wife! You're the only one who gets me," he barks, thrusting faster.

Incoherent sounds fly out of me. I try to focus, but my eyes keep rolling.

Endorphins flood me, intensifying the spasms.

"My little... Fuuuuck," he booms, his body swelling and pushing mine past the point of no return.

A bigger orgasm hits me, and I squirt all over him. It runs down my legs and puddles around my feet.

"Good little brat," he grits, thrusting through his high for what feels like an eternity.

My adrenaline slows, my focus returning like a slow-motion picture. Then it's just Sean's sweaty skin against mine, our ragged breaths, and the cold washer vibrating under us.

He slowly lifts his body off of me, pulls me to my feet, and spins me to face him. He keeps me pinned to the washer as he grips the back of my head. "I mean it, Zara. I don't know where that lipstick came from, but someone put it there. They had to have. I've never been with anyone but you since we took our vows. Nor will I ever again."

I stare at him, my hurt and anger returning, wanting so badly to believe him but not wanting to be that girl; the one who stays and then realizes years later she's given her life to a man who doesn't deserve her.

It's Sean. He does deserve me.

I can't leave anyway. We're bound for eternity.

A new sense of panic hits me.

He kisses me. "Glad we got that sorted." He steps back and reaches for his shorts on the floor.

The realization I'm trapped and Sean could cheat on me for the rest of my life, consumes me. My insides quiver with fear. I snarl, "You're going to have to do better than that for me to believe you." I brush past him, exiting the laundry room.

He follows me. "This is bullshit! Grow up, Zara!"

I spin on him, jabbing him in the chest. "Don't you tell me to grow up! I wasn't the one with the lipstick in my pocket!"

An unknown expression fills his features. It tears through me, but my anxiety doesn't cease. He snarls, "I don't know where the lipstick came from, but I didn't fuck anyone else."

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