For a moment, she looks mortified, but understanding her situation, she forces a nod.
“Good.”
Pacing at the foot of the bed, I unbutton my dress shirt, my eyes stalking my wife like a predator.
She brings her knees up to her chest shyly. I almost believe that she’s innocent, and perhaps she is in some regard. Judging by her age, she clearly hasn’t been at this long, and I could very well be her first victim.
Ivy watches my hands as they move down my shirt. There’s a curiosity to her I can’t help but believe is genuine, though admittedly it’s stupid of me to think that, because while my wife might be a virgin, she’s far from innocent.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command.
She obeys, looking away as she moves her knees apart.
“Further.”
Pressing her eyes closed, she drags her shoed feet wider, revealing her slick pussy.
It’s a shame that such a magnificent cunt belongs to a woman who’s set on killing me, but her plan works in my favor, as I’ll be able to fulfill my granddad’s obligations without sacrificing my bachelorhood.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” she asks.
“Because this is how I want you to remember you.”
Her brow knits in confusion, but she says nothing.
“Center yourself.”
She drags herself to the center of the bed as I’ve instructed.
I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss my wife. To claim her like I have no other. Wholly, with no barrier between us.
And why shouldn’t I? Despite her treacherous nature, I will enjoy every part of her.
Pounding my fists into the mattress, I crawl up the bed, bringing my lips an inch from hers.
“Kiss me.”
She pauses for only a moment, then presses her plush lips against mine, moving with uncertainty.
I bring my hand to the back of her head so that she can’t escape me, then I angle my face to better consume my new bride.
As our kiss deepens, I move forward, pushing her back onto the bed. It would be such an easy thing to just fuck my wife, but my goal is to make her suffer. To give, then take away.
I descend on Ivy like a predator on prey, grabbing her wrists in my hands and pinning them next to her neck as I claim what’s mine.
I forget who she is. What we are to each other.
The only thing that exists is her decadent flesh and my wanton desire.
She twists as I nibble her jaw, my knees widening her thighs. There isn’t a part of her that will remain hidden when I’m through with her.
A soft moan escapes her lips, fueling my desire for my poisonous bride. Letting go of one wrist, I grab her throat and twist her head to the side, raking my teeth just below her ear.
I remove my other hand from her wrist and bring it to her soaked pussy, rubbing the small rise of her clit in circles as I suck a plump nipple into my mouth. Her body cracks like a whip from the sensation.
As much as my wife is a lie, I know this isn’t an act. Not all of it. And seeing how greedy my spider wife is for my attention is as addictive as any drug I’ve had.
“Mateo…”
