Tears were streaming down my face. It was so rough, so cruel... but why did it feel... good?
His hand tightened around my throat, squeezing, as he leaned in to growl in my ear. “This is what you fucking wanted, isn't it, Dolcezza? To be used, to be claimed, to forget yourself?
I could only whimper in response, my nails scrabbling at his muscular forearms. He was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
My tormentor chuckled darkly, a sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Such a good little wife, taking her husband's cock so well. Watch how your greedy cunt swallows me, Dolcezza.”
His other hand, slick with my arousal, pinched and tugged at my clit, sending sparks of agonized bliss through my core. I clenched down around him, my inner walls fluttering and gripping his plundering cock.
“Fuck, you feel... ungh... so fucking good,” he snarled, hips slamming into me harder, faster, the obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. “Never forget this, wife. Never forget who you belong to.”
My mind reeled, drowning in sensation, in the brutal, beautiful words dripping from his lips like dark honey.
I was losing myself... drowning in his touch, his scent, his all-consuming presence. He was ruining me, breaking me... and god help me, I thought I was starting to like it.
I met his gaze in the mirror, stormy grey eyes colliding with my tear-filled ones. In that moment, I saw the truth of his words, the dark, twisted love that drove him to claim me so ruthlessly.
It terrified me, thrilled me, broke me... and in that shattered moment, I felt a twisted sense of power.
“I'm yours...” I whispered, voice breaking on a sob as he hilted inside me, his pelvis grinding against my sensitive clit. “I'm yours, Zagreus. All yours.”
The admission seemed to unleash something primal in him. He kissed me with a brutal, dominating press of lips that stolemy breath and swallowed my cry. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming every inch, conquering me utterly.
“That's right, little wife,” he growled as he broke the kiss, lips brushing against mine. “You're mine. This body, this cunt, this soul... it's all fucking mine.”
He punctuated his words with a series of sharp, brutal thrusts that had me seeing stars. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, as he used me, took me.
“Never forget this, wife,” he commanded, voice a dark, dangerous rumble. “Never forget how good it feels to be claimed, to be owned, to be... Zagreus Vitale’s wife.”
My mind shattered as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, a sound of agony and ecstasy, as my cunt clamped down around him like a vice. He roared, a sound of triumph and dark satisfaction, as he slammed into me one last time and stilled.
We remained like that for what felt like an eternity, chests heaving, sweat-slicked skin pressed together, reflections locked in the mirror - a brutally beautiful portrait of a husband claiming his wife, a woman shattering in the face of his obsession.
Zagreus scooped my limp, satiated body into his strong arms, carrying me towards the opulent bathroom. He set me down gently in the large, sunken tub, the warm, scented water lapping at my skin like a lover's caress.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos that covered his muscular torso, before stepping into the tub behind me. The water sloshed as he settled, pulling me back to lean against his broad chest.
Large, calloused hands, still slightly unsteady from the vodka he'd consumed, began to wash me. They glided over my skin, soaping me up, rinsing away the evidence of their brutal fucking.
There were so many things in my head, but he just took them all. His touch was so lethal. And now I was tired and exhausted. Emotionally and physically.
“Shh, Dolcezza, let me take care of you,” he murmured, voice a low, drunken rumble. His fingers lingered on my breasts, kneading the soft flesh, before pinching and rolling my nipples between them. “Such perfect little tits.”
I whimpered, back arching as he teased my sensitive peaks. I could feel his cock, already hardening again, nudging against my lower back. He was insatiable, this husband of mine. Insatiable and possessive, always hungry for more.
One hand drifted lower, over my stomach, before cupping my mound possessively. “I want to breed you, Dolcezza. So fucking bad. I’ve never wanted anything but you,” he growled, fingers delving between my folds, stroking my renewed arousal.
It must have been the alcohol, because Zagreus never voiced his wants and desires like this.
“And...” His voice dropped an octave, rougher, dirtier. “Every part of you. I want to claim it a thousand times.”
I gasped as a finger, slick with soap and water, pressed against my puckered hole. I clenched instinctively, trying to keep him out, but he was relentless. He pushed in, breaching me, claiming my most intimate place.
“Such a tease, trying to deny your husband what's rightfully his,” he scolded, finger pumping in and out of my virgin ass. Hisother hand came up, gripping my jaw, forcing me to meet his intense, drunken gaze. “Open your mouth, wife,” he demanded in a low, dangerous growl. “Open it and take what's coming to you.”
Before I could react, he was spinning me around, gripping my hair, and crashing his lips against mine in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it, conquering it, as his finger plunged deeper into my unwilling ass.
“No, please…” I whimpered as the invasion became painful.
