The points of her nipples pressed into his chest and her skin flushed. Dipping his head, he bit her neck. “How could you?”
“I didn’t sleep with him,” she said on a quiet sob.
Using his teeth, he yanked open her towel, not trusting Kendall enough to release her hands. He slid down as far as possible and bitthe top of her breast, drawing blood. She sucked in a breath.
“I won’t let you leave me. You belong to me,” he snarled, biting her again, her tears soothing something inside of him.
His behavior threw her off-balance. Any resistance she might’ve shown just a minute ago would be forgotten now, so he released her wrists. He licked her nipple and trailed his hand down her body. Pushing her legs apart, he thumbed her clit, sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, knowing she didn’t want him but not caring.
She was vulnerable, on the edge of a breakdown—he had the advantage. He tongued his way to her center. Instead of licking her, he opened her legs wider and sniffed her folds, her hole, searching for the scent of cum, glad when he only smelled soap and Kendall. He might’ve killed her if another man’s odor polluted her body.
She was trembling. Her PTSD after Spoon’s assault rose in Johnnie’s head, but he shoved it away. This was different. She was his wife and he was fighting to keep her.
Opening her pussy lips, he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked. She jerked and gripped the covers. He didn’t care if it was pleasure or pain. He was hurting, so he wanted her to hurt.
“Please, Johnnie,” she whispered,so pitiful.
Instead of moving, he changed tactics, unsure if dominating her or forcing her to orgasm would soothe his betrayal. He stroked her clit with his tongue, slowly, almost tenderly, like the gentlest caress. The softness of his tongue and lips laved her delicate flesh.
His fingers were ruthless, though, buried to the hilt, her hot cunt gripping them. He increased the pressure of his tongue, curled his fingers inside her pussy, and almost came when she cried out and flooded his mouth. He grunted at the scent and taste of her. Before she rode out her orgasm, he buried himself inside her.
Immediately, she tensed, ruining her moment. She opened her mouth, but Johnnie didn’t want to hear her and he didn’t want to fight her. Pinning her hands above her head, he covered her mouth with his, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to taste her own pussy. The pussy she’d pitched to Christopher and to Mortician and to whoever she’d gone to meet.
His kisses were as punishing and as sloppy as his thrusts into her. It didn’t matter how tall she was, she was open and fragile underneath him, just a woman.
He closed his eyes, so he wouldn’t see her. But it was just as bad. He saw that image of her on the back of Mortician’s bike, returning to theclub.
He sank into her, wanting to fuck away her memory of the men she’d fucked to betray him. Wanting her to love him again.
When she realized he wasn’t moving, she started to sob again, his cue to release his hold on her and insert his hand between them. He fingered her swollen clit, bit her neck, thrust into her harder and harder, and finally broke her.
She arched her back and screamed, her juicy cunt contracting and expanding, dripping.Coming.
He stiffened and his balls tightened. Cum exploded from him. He momentarily lost awareness of place, time, and self.
Breathing heavily, he rolled over and lay on his back, slowly realizing that he was still fully dressed. Only his cock was exposed.
Johnnie lifted his head. Kendall was almost exactly as he’d found her, curled up. The only difference was she was naked and her back was to him.
All his satisfaction vanished, replaced by guilt and regret. He’d allowed his jealousy to blind him. He’d—
“I want a divorce,” she croaked around tears.
Johnnie froze.
“I won’t live with a man who takes what I’m not willing to give.”
Those words pissed him off again. “You mean to me? You’ve been fucking Mortician and Christopher and God knows who else.”
“I haven’t!” she sobbed. “I have never betrayed you. Even if I did that didn’t give you the fucking right to do what you just did.”
“You’re my wife!”
“Fuck you.” She sat up and started out of bed. “Not for long.”
Johnnie moved fast, wrapping his arms around her before she stood. “I’m sorry—”
“Until the next time.”
