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Lowering his pants, he takes his cock in his hand as I watch him closely. I’ve never been so turned on by simply looking at a man’s body. He pushes my legs back and slides inside me, before placing a hand on the counter on either side of me. Gripping his biceps, I hold on to him, while he rocks back and forth inside me. His strong muscles move under my fingertips, as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth as his tongue slides against mine, slowly, passionately, before he becomes more aggressive with both his kiss and his thrusts.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I lose myself in Bones, and I think for a moment maybe everything will be okay. If every day is like this, I can live with it. He fucks me like I matter, like he needs me, and it’s a powerful feeling. There’s a danger in believing something might be good, because that’s when someone can hurt you the most. Letting down the wall that protects you, can ultimately destroy you. I don’t have much left to be broken. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BONES

She places her face in my neck, her breath soft against my skin, as I finish inside her with a grunt. Pulling out of her, I tuck myself back into my pants, and lift her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom.

My father told me to find a woman to marry that I wouldn’t get tired of fucking. My Butterfly is that woman. I will never get bored with being inside her. Whether she’s laughing, crying, or screaming, every second is pure bliss. Athena yawns against my chest and even that is beautiful.

I unsnap the bra that’s nearly around her waist and toss it to the floor, right before placing her on the bed. She watches me with sleepy eyes, as I remove my pants and then climb in beside her. Wrapping my arms around her, she snuggles against my chest and says, “Bones?”

I kiss her on the forehead and she asks, “What’s going to happen when you have to leave? If you’re not going to put me in the cage, what will you do?”

This isn’t something I’ve thought a great deal about, or I’d have an answer prepared.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Butterfly. You tried to run tonight, and that’s not a risk I can take. Letting you have the run of the house while I’m gone isn’t an option.”

She pulls her head back and gazes at me, clearly waiting for my response, so I give her my thoughts.

“I’ll have to chain you. I know you don’t like the cage, although I don’t understand why it upsets you like it does, but you’ll need to be secured. You’re too much of a flight risk.”

The tears fall, and I decide I should just tell her everything, rip off the band-aid so to speak.

“I need to go to Vegas for a few days. You’ll be chained, and I’ll have a guard give you meals.”

Athena tries to pull free from me but I don’t allow it, she pounds on my chest and screams, “How can you do this to your wife?”

Deep down, I know she’s right. I shouldn’t fucking love seeing her this way, completely falling apart, but I do. There is no part of me that doesn’t realize it’s not normal to chain your wife up when you need to go on a business trip, yet she has given me no alternative. I can’t trust her for an hour, let alone three days.

“I hate you,” she cries.

Kissing her wet cheek, I say, “I know, Butterfly. I know. Now go to sleep.”

Tightening my hold on her, she sobs into my chest, my beautiful broken wife, and eventually falls asleep. The truth is I could lock her in a room, armed with a guard outside so she couldn’t leave. I’m not sure why, but I like the idea of her being chained up and waiting for me. I’ve always thought my two brothers were far more fucked up than I am, but I’m beginning to wonder.

Four hours of sleep is not enough, and I’m aware if I were a decent man, I’d leave her alone. Unfortunately for her, I’m not. I have to leave soon and I need to fuck her before I do. Rolling her onto her back, while she stays dead to the world, I spread her legs and kneel between them. Now that I’ve had her, the idea of not fucking her for two days is almost painful. Pinning her legs back, I line my cock up with her pussy and push inside her. She doesn’t wake up, instead she moans in her sleep while I fuck her. Athena gives me a few more whimpers, before her lashes flutter and her eyes open. It takes her a moment before full recognition hits her. And my beautiful Butterfly is pissed. I climb over her so I can control herbody, and wrap my hand around her throat while I support myself with my free hand beside her.

“Good morning. I needed to have you before I leave.”

She glares at me and bites, “You mean before you chain me up like a bad dog?”

Her hands hit my chest as she attempts to push me off her, which will never work. Knowing I don’t have much time, I speed up my thrusts and fuck her harder. Athena grabs my nipple she yanked my piercing from and pinches it, causing me to chuckle, because I already told her I enjoy pain.

“Say my name.”

I can’t help myself. My name has never sounded like it does coming from her lips.

“Bones,” she says, followed by, “Or do you prefer the name I like calling you best? Asshole. In my head, that’s what I always call you.”

I glare at her while I squeeze her throat. “I think I’ve warned you about that. The plan was to make you come too, but you’ve lost that right.”

Removing my hand from her throat, as I continue sliding in and out of her wet pussy, she coughs and gasps for air. “I fucking hate you.”

With a chuckle, I say, “I know that already, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead and keep saying it.”

I back up onto my knees, grip her thighs on either side, and rail her as she yelps. Since this is now only for me, I don’t need to take my time, I can fuck her the way I want. Hard. I pull out most of the way and slam back inside her, with every thrust her tits bounce deliciously, and I catch her biting her lip to fight the moan threatening to escape.

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