Page 193 of Misrule
She kicked his shin.
Beyond the point of reasoning, Johnnie yelped in pain, then dragged Kendall to the bed and threw her over his knee. “If you want to act like a spoiled fucking child, I’ll treat you like one.”
Shoving her skirt above her waist, he slapped against her backside. She wore thongs; his handprint showed immediately on her skin.
“You’re a motherfucker!” she screamed, squirming.
He tightened his hold on her and spanked her ass again. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re a self-pitying, manipulative, selfish, vengeful, ungrateful bitch!” He punctuated each word with a slap, ignoring her flailing legs, yelled insults, and brutal punches to his thigh.
The scent of her desire rose up, stirring Johnnie’s cock. He paused his hand, caressed her flaming backside, and released her. Unprepared, Kendall rolled to the floor.
“Asshole!” she hissed.
Johnnie stood, stepped away from her, and thrust his fingers through his hair. “What are we doing, Kendall?”
She stared at his growing erection, panting from exertion.
“You mean what areyoudoing?” she spat. “I’m waiting to come home. You’re the stupid motherfucker who refuses to defend me and let us be a family again.”
Growling, Johnnie started for her. Kendall scrambled to her feet and jumped onto the bed, wariness creeping into her eyes.
“Don’t put the future of our marriage entirely on my shoulders. The only thing I’ve ever done is love you.”
“Liar! You don’t love me anymore.” She sniffled.
“Shut the fuck up, Kendall, and dry your goddamn tears. They don’t impress me.” They did, or else he wouldn’t have rushed over, but she was in shock from his spanking and harsh words.
“I hate you!”
He laughed coldly. “We both know that’s another one of your goddamn lies. If you fucking hated me, you wouldn’t have called me to come to you.”
Her lower lip trembled. “You’re so mean. You hate me,” she accused, changing tactics.
“I don’t hate you,” he snapped. “I love you.”
She lifted her chin, empowered by his revelation. “Then prove it. Take me back.”
“Fuck off. I’m not proving a goddamn thing to you ever again. If you don’t believe how I feel about you after all this time, that’s your problem, not mine. The fact that I’m here right now should mean something to you.”
Picking up a pillow, she threw it at him. “Why are you treating me like this? I love you so much. I miss you and our kids. I’m so afraid here. Outlaw is going to kill me.”
“If you hadn’t been into every fucking thing you had no business sticking your nose into, you’d have nothing to fear!” He wouldn’t express his own concerns about Christopher’s intentions. She seemed truly terrified. Then, again, Kendall was Kendall. She had games for days. “How can we stay married when I don’t trust you? Even now, when I see your terror, I feel manipulated.”
“My fear is real.” She sounded so pitiful. Her brown eyes begged him for peace and comfort. Sniffling, she looked away. “You spanked me.”
“You slapped me.”
She fell silent, then gazed at him, lowering her lashes. “My pussy is wet.”
“My cock is hard.”
Satisfaction gleamed in her eyes and she licked her lips.
“I’m not fucking you.”
“I-I…why not?”
“I don’t trust you not to get pregnant. You and I both know you neither need nor want another child.”
