Page 18 of Contrition

“Fuck you!” I exclaimed, sitting up angrily. I was ready to shove him to the floor and go back to staying drunk the entire weekend to numb my pain. “God, this was a fucking mistake. Don’t talk to me like I’m one of your submissive fans that you’ve probably fucked on similar couches.”

In seconds, my shirt was easily wrestled off of me and thrown to the floor. I gasped as the cold night air hit my skin, forcing my nipples to pebble immediately. I barely had any time to properly react. Zack was immediately above me once again, with our shocked, angry faces at war with one another. One of his hands rubbed at my bare stomach tenderly. “No bra? That’s alright. It wasn’t going to last long anyway, either.”

I couldn’t tell if the shaking coursing through my body was from rage, fear, or the cold then. “Te odio.”

“I love you. And you love me.”

My breath caught at the fierceness in his words. Yet disbelief and fear danced around my skull anxiously. “How can I believe you?”

“Do you trust me?”

A brittle chuckle escaped my mouth. “No.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

He shook his head before I felt his hand move up my body and land on my throat. My eyes widened as his hand wrapped around the column of my slender neck and squeezed the sides in a possessive hold.

He was choking me. And I…wasn’t afraid.

Fuck.

Instead, my legs moved to squeeze close as arousal hit me like a truck—only to squeeze against the sides of one of his legs instead.

The smile that took over his face was downright sinister. “Look atmi Estrella. Says she doesn’t trust me, yet becomes needy when I take all the power from her. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Somehow, even with his grip on me, I was able to squeeze out, “No.”

His eyes rolled in annoyance.

I thought my answer would get him to back off, but I should have known better as he squeezed harder and leaned in closer to my face. “My love, I am going to set the record straight on something—right here, right now. I haven’t fucked another woman besides you since I was thirty. I have been completely celibate and faithful to you for the entire time I’ve been away from you. So, if you ever—and I mean ever—compare yourself to a whoring fan again, I will bruise your ass black and blue. You are not them, and I am not one of those guys, either. Do you understand me?”

Tears immediately stung my eyes at his words, and I fear they fell down my face as he lessened the pressure of his hold against my throat marginally. He swallowed roughly and watched as they fell down my face.

I shook my head. “Yo-You haven’t…?”

“No.”

“Why?”

His hand finally left my throat as he wiped the tears away from my face with the pad of his thumb, ignoring my question entirely. His gaze, heavy with longing and sadness, traced every bare piece of me that he could reach. “There was never a thought of anything potentially ‘after’ you. There was only you. Thereisonly you.”

“Zack…”

“No. We’ll talk tomorrow. You can ask anything tomorrow. You can hate me tomorrow. Right now?” He shook his head again before he shifted his weight down, dragging the duvet with him and popped open the waistband of my denim shorts. “Right now, I am going to tongue-fuck my wife until she’s screaming, and then cuddle her to sleep. Like I have wanted to do every single day for the last decade.”

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My dick actuallyachedin my hand as Estrella’s moans, even light with her attempts to be quiet, spilled from underneath the crack of the room’s door. It didn’t stop my hand from continuing its languid, messy strokes, though. I groaned softly as I held it at the base, squeezing and watching a drop of precum bead at the tip.

“Fuck, Zack,” Estrella whispered and moaned as I picked up my head up and strained to hear more. “Why does that feel so good? Holy shit.Holy shit.Fuck, it feels way too good.”

I heard Zack’s mocking laugh clear as day. “I know how to take care of my baby. You getting close, baby girl? You wanna cum on my fingers or tongue?”

“Tongue!” she moaned.

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