Page 45 of Depravity

But then her lip trembles. She sniffs, and it hits me that those tears are not of joy at all. They’re of anger, of resentment.

“Don’t you like it?” I snarl. That necklace is worth a fortune.

She doesn’t reply beyond openly crying, and that there is the final fucking straw.

My fist slams into her face before I can think of any other reaction.

A scream passes her lips as she goes flying, landing on the rug with a thump.

“I’m giving you my home.” I spit, hitting her again. “I’m giving you my love. My time. My fucking time.”

I hit her again.

And again.

Does she not get it? Does she not understand?

She curls up, her hands coming over her head to try to protect herself and I haul her around, yanking her limbs down and pinning them with my knees so she’s completely defenceless.

“You’re my wife.” I snarl. “My fucking wife. It’s about time you accept it, about time you start acting like it.”

“Per-per-please…”

I don’t let that pitiful plea past her lips. I don’t let her finish her sentence.

“This is your doing, Brynn.” I yell as I undo my belt, pull my cock out and ram it down her throat. “Your fault. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to beat you, but you make me. You give me no choice.”

She openly gags on me as I start thrusting away, but I don’t give her a second to adjust. She’ll take my cock, she’ll take my gifts, take everything I give her because if she doesn’t…

A deep guttural scream vibrates around me, and I let out a groan at how good it feels. I know she didn’t mean to do it in pleasure, but this woman… My hand delves into her hair and I thrust harder, more mercilessly. I don’t care what it takes, what I have to do. This wife of mine will learn her place.

Her tears stream down her cheeks, her face is so red. Her nose hits my stomach as I pound into her and my balls slap into her chin.

If she were good, if she were well behaved she’d be cupping them, massaging them, showing me how much she enjoys being used.

But this little bitch here still wants to fight.

“You’ll take my cock.” I growl. “You’ll fucking choke on it until you learn.”

But even with her fighting, even with her trying to throw me off I’m still there, still chasing my high. This woman does things to me I can’t explain, I can’t even fathom. It’s like she’s put a spell on me, enchanted me. Bewitched me.

I let out a roar as I come, pouring myself deep down her throat. As I drag my cock out, I smear what’s left over her lips.

She looks in a state, she looks a mess. But with my come over her, she looks magnificent too.

She sits up, just enough to meet my gaze and then her eyes turn furious and she spits. Semen, saliva, it all comes flying out, landing on my cheek.

“You fucking bitch…”

I’m on her again, not that I’d gotten off her to start with. One hard strike knocks her back, and then I’m beating her once more. My knuckles protest as I land a blow to her ribs. I can feel my own hands bruising from the impact, but she needs to learn. She needs to stop rebelling.

My chest heaves, my entire body seems to want to protest. But this is what is necessary.

“I haaate you.”

She screams at me. Screams those words loudly.

My hand wraps around her throat and I lower my face till our noses are touching.

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