Chapter 2: No More Pretending
The sharp, stinging slap of his hand on her ass echoed in the room a second before he shoved her face into the silken sheets, his other hand ripping the lace at her hips with a brittle tear. He drove into her with one brutal, unforgiving thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet heat as her choked scream was smothered by the mattress. “You wanted a man who’d use you,” he growled, the words hot against her ear as he twisted her hair around his fist, anchoring her for his punishing rhythm, “not some polite boy asking permission—tell me I’m wrong.” She couldn’t speak, could only sob a ragged “No!” into the fabric, her body arching back against him in desperate, total surrender. Each snap of his hips was a claim, a punishment, a liberation, the slick, violent sound of their collision filling the air.
The force of him stretched her, a breathtaking fullness that erased every lonely year. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a ragged thread against the shell of her ear, each word punctuated by a deep, rolling thrust. Her mind fragmented, the pleasure coiling tight and unbearable at her core, all coherent thought dissolving into a white-hot need for surrender. A raw, ragged scream tore from her throat, wrenching free from the sheets as her body tightened around him. "YES!"
The affirmation was still echoing in the room when he lowered his mouth to the tender junction where her shoulder met her neck. His teeth sank into her skin with a possessive pressure that was neither gentle nor playful, a sharp, claiming pain that made her entire body jolt beneath him. She cried out, a ragged, wanton sound that was part shock and pure pleasure, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the sharp sting bloomed into a deep, throbbing heat. "Miah," she gasped, the name a fractured plea as he held the bite, his hips never slowing their relentless rhythm. He released the flesh with a low growl, laving the mark with his tongue before whispering against the damp skin, "So you remember who you belong to tonight."
thrusts softened for a moment, a deceptive calm that made her whimper at the loss, and he used the stillness to roll her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. Staring up at him, her chest heaving, the words spilled out raw and unfiltered. “I’ve never said this,” she gasped, her eyes wide, “but I want you to make me feel cheap, make me feel used all night, until I forget my own goddamn name.” A dark, approving smile spread across his face as he shifted his weight, positioning himself at her entrance again
"I plan to make that happen," he whispered, his voice graveled with intent, before sinking back into her with a slow, deliberate stroke that drew a shattered gasp from her lips. He set a ruthless, deep rhythm, each thrust a calculated answer to her depraved request, the headboard thudding a steady beat against the wall. "You're my filthy secret tonight," he grunted, his breath hot on her neck, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips where he'd bitten her. Every sound she made—every choked sob, every slick slap of skin—fueled the possessive fever driving him, erasing the sterile quiet of his own marriage. Her climax ripped through her without warning, a silent, shuddering convulsion that clamped down on him like a wet, desperate fist, and he fucked her right through it, chasing his own release.
He kept moving inside her, his thrusts turning shallow and vicious as her body continued to pulse around him. Burying his face in the sweat-damp tangle of her hair, his voice was a raw, guttural scrape against her ear. “I will do everything to you that my wife refuses to let me do to her,” he snarled, his hips pinning her deep into the mattress. “And I mean everything.”
The threat hung in the air, a dark promise that made her clench around him instinctively. “Prove it,” she whispered, her voice shredded. He released her wrists, his hands sliding down to grip the backs of her thighs, pushing them toward her shoulders with a force that bordered on pain, exposing her completely. “Look at you,” he grunted, his pace becoming a brutal, pistoning drive that made the bedframe screech against the floor. She could only watch, mesmerized and helpless, as he took what he wanted, her body a vessel for a hunger she’d unleashed.
His hands slid from her thighs to her breasts, his palms rough as they captured the soft weight, his thumbs finding her stiff nipples. He pinched one hard, twisting the sensitive peak between his fingers as he drove into her with a final, desperate speed. “Where do you want me to cum?” he grunted, the words tearing from his chest, his rhythm fracturing into urgent, shallow thrusts. “In my mouth I have to taste you again,” she gasped, her own release tightening around him again,
He pulled out with a wet sound, his swollen cock jutting hard and gleaming in the low light. She scrambled up, taking him into her mouth just as the first hot pulse hit the back of her throat, salt and bitterness flooding her senses as he groaned her name. He gripped her head, fingers tangling in her hair, as he emptied himself with a series of ragged shudders.She swallowed each thick spasm, a low hum of satisfaction vibrating against his sensitive flesh until he was spent.When he finally stilled, she looked up, his release evident on her lips, and whispered, "Now, let's see what else you've been saving up."
He released her hair, his breathing ragged, watching her lick a stray drop from her lip. A dark, curious smile played on his mouth as his thumb brushed her cheekbone. "Tell me something, Debb," he murmured, his voice low and husky from use. "What's something you've never done before?"
She went very still, her eyes searching his in the dim light. A blush, hot and unexpected, crept up her chest. “Never?” he pressed, his thumb still stroking her jaw. She swallowed, the truth a tangible lump in her throat. “I’ve never…taken a man in my ass,” she finally whispered, the admission leaving her feeling strangely, vulnerably exposed.
His dark smile returned, wider now, predatory and pleased. “That prudish husband of yours,” he murmured, leaning close until his lips brushed hers. “Left a whole playground untouched.” He pulled back, his gaze dropping meaningfully down her body. “We’re changing that tonight.”
A spike of pure, undiluted fear shot through her, instantly entwined with a shocking bolt of arousal. “Miah, I don’t know…” she started, but he cut her off with a kiss that was all possession and promise. “I’ll make it good for you,” he said against her mouth, his voice a low vow. “But I am going to fuck that tight little ass tonight, you are mine now.”