“No,” I repeat with a glare.
He steps into me even closer and I can feel the anger radiating from him as he grips my chin hard.
“Either you put the dress on or I will do it for you. And if I have to do it, I’m going to make good use of that fucking smart mouth you have right here in the middle of this god damn store. ¿Comprende?”
I gulp as I stare up at him. He wouldn’t actually do that, would he? Something tells me he’s not messing around right now. I must have struck a nerve. A small sense of satisfaction rushes through me but I’m playing with fire here. I glare at him and take the dress before turning towards the fitting room. Once inside I start to remove my clothes. The dress is form fitting, I realize, and will show every line, so I remove my bra and panties before sliding it up around my waist and over my bust. There are no straps and I’m busy trying to figure out how to get the zipper up when I hear that woman’s annoying voice again.
“Rio,” she purrs out in a whisper she thinks I can’t hear. “It’s been so long. How is married life, really?”
The curtain whips open and her eyes flick toward me in surprise. I glare at her before turning towards Rio who is smirking devilishly like he knows exactly how jealous I am right now.
“The zipper is stuck,” I grit out.
“Oh I can help…” she tries to offer but Rio pushes her out of his way and immediately starts stalking towards me, a look of raw hunger in his eyes.
“Unnecessary, Sandy. I’ll take care of it.”
She tries to say something else but he pushes me back into the room and slides the curtain closed, effectively shutting her up. I can hear her huff in annoyance from the other side but he doesn’t pay her any attention. Instead he whips me around to face the mirror and grabs the bottom of the zipper. He starts to pull up, but pauses.
“You know what I think?”
“What?” I ask as I stare into his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. My hands are busy trying to hold the front of the dress up as I feel the zipper lower back down.
“I think the zipper on this dress works just fine,” he says, smirking at me again.
I glare back at him but don’t respond.
“I think youarejealous.”
One of his hands slides through the back of the dress dragging my body flush against his while the other grabs my throat, effectively holding my face so I can’t look away from him in the mirror. I gasp in surprise at the feel of his hard length pressed against my lower back and my hands fly up to his forearm when I feel him squeeze my neck. It’s a natural reaction and I don’t realize what I’ve done until my dress is sliding off my body and pooling around my feet. Rio’s eyes flash hungrily again as he takes in every inch of my naked body and the hand gripping my side makes its way down between my thighs.
“You like it don’t you? Knowing I’m yours but not giving me what I want? What we both want.”
“I don’t want you. How could I want a liar?”
He presses his mouth up against my neck and his fingers slide between my folds.
“Your pussy says otherwise, baby girl. Maybe it’s the liar.”
I try to struggle out of his hold but his fingers work themselves inside me and I’m not surprised to feel how easily they slide inside. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning and my eyes flutter closed. The sharp jolt of my body being pushed forward has them flying open again and both my hands slam against the mirror to hold myself up. I try to push back up but Rio’s entire body comes down against me and I feel him kicking my legs apart, exposing my most intimate parts. I don’t know when, but at some point he must have unzipped his pants because the feel of his hard length presses right up against my core making me suck in a sharp breath.
“Wh…what are you doing?” I gasp out and struggle to stand up straight.
He holds me against the mirror easily while running the head of his length between my folds, coating it in my wetness.
“À la verge que mojada esta para mi,” he grits out, closing his eyes like he’s in pain or pleasure. I can’t tell which but his eyes open again and meet mine. “You’re fucking soaked. Tell me you want me.”
“No,” I growl out and push against him.
I could say I’m trying to get away from him. I could pretend that’s what my body wants, but I feel his skin slide against my pussy and it feels so good, I almost give in.
“I’m going to fuck you, wife. I’m going to fuck you right here and now and you’re going to come all over my cock while screaming my name. Every whore in a ten mile radius will hear you, including the one outside this curtain. You’re going to love every second of it even if you pretend you don’t.”
“I wo…” I try to say but he’s slamming himself inside me in one quick thrust, causing me to scream out loud.
This isn’t like the first time. It’s not gentle or slow.It’s brutal as he fucks himself into me so hard, the mirror in front of me shakes. The entire time, his eyes never leave mine. I can’t tell if he’s angry or possessed as he brutalizes my insides and the worst part…it feels good. The mix of pain and pleasure morph together and I can feel the coil tightening low inside my belly.
“Que apretada esta tu panochita,” he curses out, his movements growing wild and harder. “So fucking tight and perfect.”
