“Oh, no,” Eliza says, rolling her eyes. “Daddy’s home. Guess the fun’s over now, girls.”
She gives me a saucy look, as if she’s daring me to contradict her, to put her in her place in front of company. She thinks I care what her friends think. She thinks I give a single fuck about spoiling her fun. But I don’t.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I tell her friends before turning to her. “And you. What the fuck is this, Eliza?”
“This is called fun,” she says, gesturing around the room. “You should try it sometime.”
Bianca giggles into her drink, used to the spectacle by now.
“I told you I don’t want to come home to this shit anymore.”
“What are you going to do?” Eliza asks, rolling her eyes. “You’re my husband. You’re not my father. You can’t ground me.”
“Try me,” I say. I grab her arm and drag her up, pulling her toward the bedroom.
“Stop,” she shrieks, waving an arm at her friends, as if they’re going to rescue her. “You’re hurting me!”
Bianca is still giggling into her drink, and the others look like they’re just waiting for her to leave so they can gossip about our fight. Not one of them looks the least bit concerned. They must know Eliza as well as I’m beginning to.
“All of you better be gone when I’m done with her,” I warn the others before I wrestle Eliza through our bedroom door and slam it behind us.
“Are you crazy?” she yells. “My father will kill you for treating me that way!”
“He already fucking tried, remember?” I snap. “I’m so fucking done with your shit. I thought I’d made myself clear last night, but apparently, you need a harsher lesson.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” she taunts.
“I’m going to make you my wife,” I growl. “I’m fucking tired of you acting like a bratty child. It’s time you became a woman.”
I stalk toward her, rage pulsing in my brow. She tries to dart past me, but I grab her around the waist and throw her back on the bed. Her dress flies up, and the red lace panties under them make my head nearly explode.
Was she planning on going out after her little spa day, or was that asshole Tommy coming over, but I got here first?
I plow on top of her before she can get up. She tries to pull her dress down, but I pin her hands. “Who the fuck are you wearing these for?” I ask, reaching down and grabbing the crotch of her panties. I wrench them from her body, tearing them off and crumpling them in my hand.
“No one,” she says, struggling under me. “They’re for me. Now get off me. My friends will hear.”
“Let them listen,” I say, dragging my cock out of my pants. “Then they’ll know that you belong to me, not them.”
Being between her bare thighs is too much. I’ve been celibate as a fucking monk for months, since hearing about our engagement. I’m done. If she’s going to do whatever the fuck she wants as my wife, then I’ll do what I want as her husband.
I spit on my hand and slick it over the head of my cock before I rub it through her slit, feeling her tremble even as she gets wet for me. I ignore her protests and rip her dress off over her head, leaving her delectable little body bared for me, her shaved cunt on full display. She wants this. She pushed me on purpose, knowing we’d reach this point if she didn’t stop. She tested me, and she found my limit. She wants me to take control, to put her in her place, to give her boundaries where she’s never had them. To do that, I have to show her what happens when she pushes me too far.
“You are my wife, Eliza,” I growl, pushing her flat on her back. “It’s time you became one in more than name.”
I promised our families I would end her party girl ways and teach her how to be a wife. We’re both doing our duty tonight. I let her distract me before, but now I’m focused. I obey my bosses, and she obeys me. It isn’t about love. It’s about duty.
“No,” she cries, her struggles becoming frantic under me. “I’ll give you head again.”
“I don’t want your mouth,” I say, wadding up the lace panties and pressing them to her face. “I want your cunt. It’s mine, and tonight I’m taking it.”
“You’re too big,” she cries, turning her face away. “I’m tiny. It’ll never fit.”
“I’ll make it fit,” I growl. “I’m going to ram my cock so deep inside you that you can’t breathe, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you never forget who you belong to again.”
“Please,” she cries, her pretty tears glistening in her eyes. “I already belong to you. You said I could have my own life, do what I wanted when I was at home.”
I know she twists things, fakes it to get her way, and I’m done letting her have her freedom only to pay for it later. I’m done waiting to claim what was mine all along. It’s time for her to accept that every part of her is mine—especially this one.