Page 18 of Brutal Serpent

“Don’t run away from me again,” he said coldly.

Then I was shoved onto the floor of the barn, landing on my ass on the hard wooden slats.

“You seemed to enjoy hiding from me in the hay,” St. Erth said coldly. “So now you can get fucked in the hay.”

“No, please,” I said weakly, but I had seen enough of my husband by now to realize that he was not going to be swayed by pleading.

I tried to scuttle backwards like a crab, but he pounced on me, flipping me over on my belly and tearing at my dress.

“Beg for me to stop,” he said cruelly, his thighs pinning me in place.

I tightened my lips. I knew it was a play, a game for him. He wasn’t going to stop. But he shook me, making all the curls from my wedding updo fall out on my shoulders. Then he tightened his hands in my hair.

“Beg,” he growled.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please stop.”

My husband made a satisfied hum and he ran his hand down my back, tightening his hold on my back, my ass, then my legs.

“No,” he said, bending over me. “You’re here to be fucked and bred at my pleasure, Viscountess.”

As I tried to crawl away on my elbows, he flipped up my dress, and ripped at my undergarments, rending the delicate fabric in his hands.

I screamed then.

St. Erth bit me on the thigh and I yelped in pain.

“Hush,” he said sternly. “Unless you want everyone at the inn to come in and watch you getting fucked by your husband and master.”

Then he pushed my head into the hay and shoved a knee between my thighs, splitting them open.

For a moment, he just pinned me motionless as I strained against his grip.

“You’re at my mercy,” he said with pleasure. “And I don’t show mercy.”

Then he shoved his cock inside me, tearing through my maidenhead with a feral growl. The sensation was white-hot agony, sending searing pain through my core, up my spine, and down my legs.

My cruel husband didn’t stop, pulling out and thrusting hard in me again. One hand was on my hip, pinning me in place, the other on my waist, making sure I took the entire hard, painful length of him.

Cook had not exactly been clear, but from what she said I knew that this first time might be uncomfortable, but she hadnever said it felt like you were getting split open.

My cunt stung and I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to get some purchase on the floor, anything to stop my body getting dragged across the hard boards.

But St. Erth held me with tight, merciless hands.

I heard a low, deep sound from his chest, and I squeezed my eyes together, wanting it to be over.

There was a curious throbbing heat now in my core as he shoved his cock in and out of me, and I didn’t like the feeling any better as the heat pulled and tugged at me.

St. Erth moved one hand up to my hair, to yank my head back.

“I want to see you getting fucked,” he said. “I want to see you getting bred. You’re going to take me even though you don’t want it, wife. Remember that. You are here for whatever I want to give you. Whenever I want my cock in you. Nowtake my seed.”

His hand was so tight on my hair that I gave a little whimper, and then without warning he released inside me. I felt it all up my spine as he poured wicked liquid heat into me.

His breath was heavy along my throat, and he suddenly leaned forward and bit my ear, causing me to whine and try to shudder away from him.

I felt warm wetness deep inside me, and the Viscount pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my back, none too gently either.

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