Page 69 of Deliria

“Open your mouth,” he commands without an ounce of empathy.

I whimper, trying to turn my head away, but his hold on my hair is unyielding. He forces my head back further, and I cry out in pain.

“Open your fucking mouth, Scarlett,” he snarls.

Terrified, I comply, my lips parting. He undoes his belt, and the sound of the leather whistling through the air makes me flinch.

Is he going to whip me? Beat me with it?

He shoves his pants down, and then he’s forcing himself past my lips, before wrapping that same belt around my throat so that he’s choking me.

I gag, my body convulsing as he thrusts deeper, while his one hand holds my head in place with a handful of my hair.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and I clutch at the thing around my neck, my nails digging into the leather, desperately trying to get it loose. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

There’s only the harsh, brutal invasion of my mouth and the taste of him on my tongue as he tightens that belt more and more.

“That’s right, Scarlett,” he says, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “Choke on it. Fucking suffocate. Because this is what happens when you defy me.”

The doors to the dining room suddenly open, and Rafe stands there, his eyes going instantly wide with shock. I try to cry out, to beg him for help, but my mouth is filled with Alex, and all that escapes is a muffled, desperate sound.

Rafe’s gaze flickers from me to Alex, and for a fleeting moment, I think he’s going to intervene.

Please god, let him do something.

But then his expression hardens and he looks away, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just stands there, a silent sentinel while Alex continues to force himself on me.

Alex looks over at Rafe, a smirk playing on his lips. “Enjoying the show, little brother?” he taunts, giving the belt a hard enough yank that I swear it jumps another inch. And all the while he never pauses in his relentless assault on my mouth. “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how to keep a woman in line.”

Rafe’s hands clench into fists at his sides, but he says nothing. His gaze is fixed on the floor, his body rigid. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness of his jaw.

But still, he doesn’t move.

Still, he doesn’t help me.

My heart seems to break entirely, shattering into a million pieces.

I had thought, maybe, just maybe, Rafe was different. That he might be an ally, someone I could trust. But he’s just like Alex. Just as cruel, just as heartless.

Alex’s grip on my hair tightens, and he forces my head back further, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more punishing. My tongue is dragged back with the motion, and it catches on my teeth, cutting enough that I can taste the blood. I gag and choke, my body shaking with sobs. Bile is rising in my throat, and I’m terrified I’m going to be sick.

Christ, what will he do to me if I throw up all over his dick?

I guess that’s the least of my worries because there’s big bright spots of light, pricks in my vision that tell me I’m not getting enough oxygen. A screaming noise is exploding in myears and my hands are growing more and more desperate as I try to free myself.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t fucking breathe.

I’m going to die here. I’m going to die, in this room, with my husband’s dick down my throat.

My tears stream down my face. My eyes blur. My body seems to slump. Just as I give in, as I give into the darkness, and the death, and whatever fate is waiting for me beyond this, Alex lets out a harsh groan and pulls out of my mouth. He holds my head in place, his fingers tangled in my hair, and I feel the hot, sticky spray of his release on my face as he covers me. It drips down my cheeks, mingling with my tears, and I squeeze my eyes shut as a broken gasp escapes my lips.

“Fucking useless whore,” Alex spits out, releasing my hair and stepping back.

For a second everything does go black. Everything stops.

And then I’m gasping, blinking, coming back around as he pulls the belt from my neck and I can finally get some air in.

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