I cackle afterwards. There’s a catharsis in my mania. In being able to fight back. It’s a high I’ve wanted to chase my whole life, and now that I finally have, no pain will take it from me.
“You’re the most maddening woman ever. But I’ll break you in, and I’m going to start with this tempting body. I’ll tame the Bratva Princess.” His grin is unmistakable, but I just scoff. If he thinks a beating is going to break me, he’s delusional. And fuck him for using that name.
“Hit me all you want. I’ll never back down.” I cackle, but it fades at his furious expression. If I thought he was angry before…
“I’m never going to hit you. I’d never bring you any pain.” His expression holds so much promise. I can feel the levity in it. He looks appalled by the suggestion.
But I roll my eyes. I know men. When they don’t get their way, they force it with their fists.
He shakes me enough to grab my attention.
“I will never hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t break your resolve with my cock.” He lowers himself onto me, and I can feel his hardness press on my leg through our layers.
I gasp instinctively. He’s fucking huge. That monster isn’t going anywhere near me.
“You sick fucker, getting turned on by our fighting!” It comes out breathy, and that pisses me off.
“I see the flush on your cheeks. I see your eyes dilating, and your breath catching in your throat. You want me just as much as I want you,” he demands.
And sure enough, he’s right. I’m fucking turned on by our anger. I can’t help it if my husband is hot when he’s pissed.
“You’re delusional! Why would I ever let you touch me?” I throw back at him.
My breath is coming in pants, and he presses more of his weight onto me. He’s grinning, but I can see my effect on him. He’s red, and his pupils are blown out too.
“It’s our wedding night. We have to consummate our marriage,” he says cockily.What a dumbass.
“This isn’t the eighteen hundreds. I’m not ‘consummating our marriage.’” I’m appalled he even suggested it. Mostly.
“Its’s our wedding night,” he repeats dumbfoundedly.
I bring my wrist up and cup his cheek. He leans into it. The stupid mudak thinks I’m giving in.
“You don’t have any right to my body,” I say sweetly, then I pat his cheek condescendingly. Once, then twice.
“I’m your husband. I own your body,” he says darkly. He pulls my hand from his face and traps it on the bed in his own.
“You don’t own anything.” I struggle against his hold as I refute his medieval claim. I’m so sick of men thinking I belong to them. It’s ridiculous.
“I own this virgin cunt. And I’m going to take it.” He pauses for a moment, then leans in. “No. You’re going to give it to me. You’re going to be begging for me to take you.”
He grins, and I roll my eyes, knowing how much the disrespect pisses of the big bad Syndicate Boss.
“I’ll never beg a man for anything.” I swear, and it’s the truth. I will never give a man that pleasure. “And I’m not a virgin.” I lie with a big grin on my face. And it’s so worth it.
He exhales sharply as his eyes darken. His grip on my wrist tightens.
“That’s not what I heard,” he muses.
“You think I’m telling daddy when I fuck someone.” I’m riling him up on purpose. After hours of pissing me off, it’s fun to dish it back to him. “A girl has to keep her escapades to herself, no matter how delicious the man is. And boy were they delectable. Sexy, hard, big men. All begging for me. Their dicks–”
“ENOUGH!” he roars. It’s the first time he’s raised his voice, but instead of scaring me, I’m thrilled. It means I’m winning. “I won’t hear about any other man with you.”
He’s panting. His eyes are wild. They’re so dark, I can’t make out pupil from iris. He’s furious. And it makes me giddy.
“Oh, right. That’s our agreement. We keep our private lives separate, as long as we don’t flaunt it in front of each other.” I mock him with his rules. Even though I want my freedom, the private lives thing isn’t important. There will never be a man I’d risk my freedom for. And now the appeal of him focusing on other women isn’t as good anymore. In fact, the thought of him bringing other women to our home and having them in our bedpisses me off. I’m the one who brought it up to get to him, but now it’s angering me.Great, I’m pissing myself off.
“Excuse me?” He doesn’t look as though he wants to be excused.
