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Broni shrugged. “Some. Immortals like me become bored through the centuries; sometimes we watch certain mortals.”

“We were your fucking entertainment?”

“No! It wasn’t like that, Rhys.”

“Then how was it?”

“Your soul is very old. I met you centuries ago when you were a warrior, and I was meant to save you from death. As the centuries passed, I was sent several times for you.” Broni gave a wry smile. “You needed saving a lot, and you were a favorite of the Gods who protected you. It became a habit of mine to check on you periodically, knowing your penchant for trouble. But the last couple of lifetimes you changed; became more educated, more refined. You had never fallen in love before. I was curious about the woman, and how you would adapt to a tamer family life.” This time, Broni told him a half-truth.

“What did you find out from your snooping?”

“That you had no choice other than to fall in love with your wife. She was as beautiful on the inside as her appearance on the outside. She was kind. Deena gentled your restless soul. You loved her and the children she bore you with the same dedication that made you such a fine warrior.”

Rhys sat quietly while she talked, memories flooding his mind of the short time he had been given with his family.

“You didn’t answer my question. How closely did you watch us?”

Broni couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Did you watch us at home, at the dinner table, or when we played with the children before we put them to bed? Did you watch when I took Deena to our bed? Watch while we made love?”

Broni’s silence confirmed her guilt.

Rhys suddenly stood up, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her close. “Did you watch me fuck my wife?” Each of his words were gritted out between clenched teeth.

“Yes.” Broni tried to break from his tight hold but was unable to do so.

In vain, she tried to explain. “Rhys, listen to me. I was surprised at your gentleness it was… it…”

“Is that why you offered to comfort me through the nights because you liked what you saw? Did it get you wet?”

Frantically, Broni shook her head, still wanting to explain, but it was too late. Rhys’s hands were sliding down her thighs until they grasped her gown and tugged it upwards, completely removing it, and then she was standing before him naked.

“I think I will take you up on your offer. You’re not a bad lay, and I could use a few hours sleep after you wear me out,” he said crudely.

“Wait, Rhys. You don’t understand. Let me explain…”

Rhys took a step back. “Shut up. I don’t want to talk about my family any more with you. I just want to fuck you and then get some sleep. Can you help me with that? Have you changed your mind?”

Defeated, Broni gave up trying to explain, knowing he wasn’t ready to listen yet, if he ever would be. “No. I haven’t changed my mind,” Broni admitted. She would take whatever time she could get with him.

Surprise flickered across his face before his expression turned harsh. “Then climb on the bed.” Correctly interpreting her concerned look at his angry expression, he said, “Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you. I am just going to let you comfort me until your tight pussy wears me out.”

Hearing his harsh words, Broni braced herself for Rhys to handle her roughly, yet her stiff body was gentled by a hand tracing her quivering belly and trembling breasts. Broni began to realize that behind his harsh statements, his pain was more than he could handle, forcing him to strike out with hurtful words. Even in his tortured mind and heart, however, he was unable to physically hurt her. Instead, he used crude painful words to keep a distance between them. It allowed him to take her without the guilt eroding.

His hands lifted her thighs, placing them over his shoulders, and his mouth went between her thighs. His tongue wasn’t gentle as he sought to raise her desire as quickly as he could.

Broni’s head turned on the pillow, unable to lose herself to the desire he was trying to raise. His tongue searched through the folds of her pussy, forcing her thoughts away from his hurtful words and to what he was doing to her body. Her hips thrust upwards involuntarily as his tongue surged inside her.

Broni groaned as Rhys feasted on her until her hands buried themselves in his hair as she came. As he rose up, his chest gleaming above her, Broni could see he was determined to remain aloof while they fucked.

His cock thrust inside of her with one smooth stroke, she was so wet.

“This is all I want from you. All I’ll ever want from you. Your greedy, tight pussy.”

Broni stiffened on the bed, his words dampening her desire, and her hands slapped at his shoulders as she tried to slide out from underneath him. Rhys’s cock slid out as he flipped her to her stomach, driving his cock back inside of her. Broni’s hands clenched the sheets.

“You’re angry because you want me,” she said, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.Let’s see how his ego likes taking the kind of beating he likes dishing out.


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