She doesn’t move at my second order and my patience is wearing thin. If she had any sense, she’d walk away now.
“Was it about your mother’s murder?”
I snap. Rage coiling through me as I turn and stride toward her, grabbing her throat where the bruise is and tightening my grasp. “Never speak of my mother again.” I shake her a little. “I told you to go back to bed. Why defy me?”
It’s odd that there’s no fear in her eyes as she looks up at me. “Intrigue,” she rasps.
I narrow my eyes, wondering if I have broken her mentally. She’s intrigued by what I went through. She wants to open me up and find out what made me the soulless monster that stands before her. The thing is, no one can get to look inside of me, not even this beautiful vixen.
“You’re playing with fire and if you’re not careful, you’ll get burned.”
Eliza tries to shrug her shoulder even as I hold her throat in my hands. “Perhaps I don’t care anymore what you do to me.”
So resigned to her fate. “You’ve broken so easily, baby girl. I thought you’d have more fight in you.”
There’s a sign of irritation in her eyes, but she says nothing. Instead, she remains a limp little doll, allowing me to do whatever I want to her, even kill her.
I release my hold on her throat, knowing that I won’t let the darkness inside of me win. “Yes, I was dreaming of what happened to my mother.” I return to the basin and splash cold water over my face. “Now, will you do as I say and return to bed?” I glance at her over my shoulder.
She shakes her head. “What happened to you that day?”
A muscle twitches in my eye socket at the anxiety sweeping over me. I can’t talk to her about it, not after I fucking relived it in high fucking definition. My dreams have always been vivid and I hate it.
“You don’t want to know.” I clench my fists on the countertop. “Now go to bed, before I fling you over my shoulder and tie you to it.” I glance at her. “And then make you choke on my cock.”
Her chest rises and falls with vicious breaths as she stares at me, daring me to make good on that. My cock stiffens in my boxers and I march toward her, grabbing her around the waist and putting her over my shoulder.
“Adrik, why won’t you tell me what happened?”
I ignore her, blood rushing in my ears as I pound across the room toward the bed and chuck her onto the middle of it. There are chains already fitted to the bedposts that I used to restrain her initially, and I clamp her wrists in them and then step back, admiring my beautiful wife. The cut over her collarbone and the dark bruises around her neck feed a beastly desire in me as I drop my boxers and crawl onto the bed with her.
“If you won’t shut your mouth, I’ll do it for you.”
Her eyes flash as I set my knees on either side of her head so my cock is an inch from her mouth.
“Open wide.”
She spits on my cock, which, despite her attempt to defy me, only makes me swell harder.
I push forward, increasing the pressure on her lips until her jaw relents and my cock slides into her heavenly mouth.
Her brown eyes flash with rage as I thrust into her throat, taking my pleasure from her. Watching my cock disappear into her pretty little mouth while she looks at me like she wants to murder me is so intoxicating. Fear and anger have always been the fuel to my desire.
Desire is dangerous. It’s why my past is pushing up from the place I buried it. The dark fantasies bred by the worst experience of my life have only become more incessant as I try to suppress them. And now that I have a wife I desire, it’s becoming problematic.
My skin doesn’t crawl when I kiss her or when she wraps her pretty lips around my cock like she is now. My cock gets hard when she touches me. I always hated others touching me, a symptom of my fucked up past, and yet when Eliza touches me my blood sets on fire.
She’s dangerous.
I ram my cock harder into the back of her throat, fear and rage mingling as I try to choke the life out of her with it.
Her nostrils flare as she struggles, but she breathes through her nose, saliva spilling relentlessly down her chin. The sight is utterly depraved as tears spring from her eyes, running down her cheeks. I can’t contain my rage as I fuck her throat almost as hard as I fucked her pretty little cunt the night before.
Until I notice the way she panics. Her teeth scraping at the skin of my cock as she pulls at the restraints and panic ignites in her eyes. That look brings me back from the brink as I slow my thrusts, but keep them rough and deep.
“Take it like a good girl,” I instruct, thrusting unrelentingly. “I know you can do it, Eliza.”
There’s a flash of determination in her eyes, as if she’s eager to please. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in her eyes and it makes me harder than nails. Normally, anyone I fuck is always over the top desperate to please me, but I know that’s not the case with Eliza.