Page 22 of Bones

I laugh at her while I fuck her harder. “You’d be amazed at what I can and will force you to do, baby. At least I won’t beat you.”

She glares at me. “There’s worse things than physical abuse, Luca. I’d rather be beaten.”

I ignore the pang in my chest, pushing out the emotions, and fuck my wife.

Athena bursts into tears, and I lick at the wetness on her cheeks. “Fuck, yes. Cry for me. So beautiful.”

“I hate you,” she cries out into the quiet night. And I know she does, yet I also know she’s enjoying this.

“See how wet you are for me, Butterfly? Because as much as you don’t want to, you’re enjoying being fucked by your husband.”

The glare in her eyes is instant. “I’d rather be fucked by Manny’s dead cock.”

I laugh loudly. “Keep telling yourself that while you come for me.”

I’m aware she’s trying to piss me off, and she does a little, but I won’t let her ruin this moment for me. Her pussy feels like fucking heaven. Changing my angle slightly, I thrust inside her, knowing full well I’m hitting her ‘G’ spot, and she crumbles in ecstasy. Her entire body trembles beneath mine, her eyes wide with lust she’d prefer to keep hidden, lips parted as she moans through an orgasm. Fucking stunning.

Athena pants heavily as I continue fucking her. “Tell me again how much you hate being fucked by your husband, Butterfly.”

She screams, “I hate you, and I hate my fucking body.”

Shoving back into her pussy forcefully, her body moves under mine as she gasps. “Good. Tell me how much you hate me, while you come all over my cock again.”

I try to hold off my own orgasm, desperately wanting her to come again, but she feels so good I’m not going to be able to stop it for long. Reaching down, I place my thumb on her clit and rub her in circles, as she cries, “No. Don’t.”

I smirk at her, because I know why she wants me to stop. Athena does not want this to feel good. More than anything, she wants me to be a bad fuck like her dead ex. I’m not and never will be. I may not care about many things, but I do care about giving my wife pleasure.If she were smart she’d take what she can out of this marriage; endless amounts of money, and endless orgasms. This isn’t a traditional marriage, I’ll never love her, but I’ll give her everything else. It doesn’t have to be a miserable existence. Maybe, in time, she’ll learn that.

Athena moans loudly as her pussy clenches down on my cock, making me lose all control. The pleasure travels through my entire body, my balls tighten, and I fill my wife. She could get pregnant. It’s not my immediate goal, but if it happens, I’m fine with it. It will be important for her to bear my children at some point, anyway. I’d prefer to have her to myself for a while, but if she has my baby, she may give up this fight a little quicker.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ATHENA

He pulls out of me and pulls my dress back up. “I don’t want my men looking at your tits.”

“You knew, didn’t you?”

Bones wraps his arms around me. “Of course I did, Butterfly. There are cameras everywhere in my house.”

I glance down at his bleeding nipple and actually feel bad. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to cause damage. Why didn’t you stop me?”

He smirks at me as he pulls me into his side, and walks me back to the house. “Pain gets me hard, Butterfly. The only thing you accomplished was making me want you more.”

I sigh audibly. “I assume I’m going back in the cage?”

Bones stops momentarily, and kisses my cheek. “Not a chance. I’m nowhere near done fucking you. And I told you I won’t put you back in there.”

I want to believe him but I don’t. It would be a mistake to begin trusting the man that forced me to marry him, and fucked me against my will outside like a damn animal. The same man who kept me in a cage. There’s no coming back from this type of behavior. I now know my so-called husband is capable of just about anything.

He stops, bends down, and scoops me into his arms. “What are you doing?”

“I’m very traditional,” he says with a grin, “Carrying you over the threshold.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and lay my face on his chest, so I don’t fall, not because I’m obsessed with his scent. I don’t know why but he smells like wood, leather, and spicy orange. Once again, I hate myself for liking it and wanting more. There is no part of himthat should provide any amount of comfort to me. Clearly my lifetime of trauma is taking its toll on me.

He sets me down on the kitchen counter. “Now that we got your bad attitude taken care of, should we continue our wedding night?”

I can’t stop the fit of giggles that bubble out of me. “Bad attitude? You’ve been holding me captive, and forced me to marry you.”

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