I press my thigh between her legs, forcing them apart. My free hand slides down her body, over the thin fabric of her dress, and cups her cunt through it. She’s already hot. I can feel the damp heat soaking through. I rub circles with the heel of my palm, pressing the material against her clit.
“Monster, am I?” I taunt. “Then why is your pussy dripping for me already?”
“Get your hands off me.”
I ignore her. I slide my fingers under the hem of her dress, push her panties aside, and sink two thick fingers straight into her. No warning. She’s tight and slick and clenches around me instantly. I pump them deep, curling them against that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. Her breath stutters. She tries to twist away, but I have her pinned.
“Look at you,” I say, voice low and cruel. “Still fully dressed and already taking my fingers like a desperate whore.”
“Fuck you, Luca.”
I pull my fingers out and bring them up between us. They are shiny with her. I hold them right in front of her face so she can see, then I lick them clean, eyes locked on hers the entire time. She watches, lips parted, hatred and unwilling heat warring in her stare.
“You taste like hate and need,” I tell her. “And I’m going to have more.”
I grab her hair and force her down to her knees. She resists, nails digging into my thighs, but I’m stronger. I yank my belt open, shove my pants down just enough to free my cock.
“Open your mouth.”
She glares up at me, her eyes sparking with desire. Still, she can’t stop fighting. “Make me.”
I slap the head of my cock against her lips. Once. Twice. “Open. Now.”
She glares, but opens her mouth, and I feed my cock to her in one long push, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Suck it like you mean it, wife. Or I will fuck your throat until you cry.”
She does. Angry and vicious. She hollows her cheeks, takes me deep, tongue swirling around the head every time I pull back. Her hands come up, one wrapping around the base to stroke what she cannot fit, the other digging nails into my ass. She’strying to make me lose control first. I thrust into her mouth in short, punishing strokes, watching her lips stretch around me, spit dripping down her chin.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Look at you on your knees for the monster. You hate me, but you suck my cock like you were born for it.”
She pulls off just long enough to snarl, “I hate every inch of you.”
Then she swallows me again, deeper this time, until her nose presses against my pelvis. I feel her throat constrict around me, and I almost come right there. I yank her off by the hair before I do. “Enough.”
I haul her up, spin her, and throw her onto the bed. She bounces once, and I’m on her before she can scramble away. I shove her dress up to her waist, hook my fingers in her panties, and rip them clean off her body. The lace tears with a sharp sound. I push her thighs wide open and bury my face between them.
I eat her like a starving man. No teasing. I suck her clit hard, flick it with my tongue, then thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it. She bucks against my mouth, grinding against my face, but I pin her hips down with both hands. Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking hard enough to hurt. I growl against her pussy and suck harder.
“Fuck—you’re disgusting,” she gasps, but her hips are rolling against my tongue.
I pull back just enough to speak. “Disgusting? Your cunt is flooding my mouth, Anna. You’re dripping down my chin. Tell me again how much you hate me.”
“I hate you,” she hisses, but her voice cracks when I shove two fingers back inside her and curl them while I suck her clit again.
She comes fast and violently. Her thighs clamp around my head, her back arches off the bed, and she screams my name like a curse. I keep licking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking and cursing me.
I rise up, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and finally rip her dress open from neckline to hem. Buttons fly. Fabric shreds. Her breasts spill free. I shove my pants the rest of the way down, climb over her, and drive my cock into her in one brutal thrust.
She’s still pulsing from her orgasm. The heat and tightness almost blind me. I slam into her over and over, the bed slamming against the wall. She claws at my back, nails tearing skin until I feel blood. Good. I want her marks on me.
I grab her wrists, pin them above her head, and fuck her harder. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Never,” she spits, even as her legs wrap around my waist and her heels dig into my ass, pulling me deeper. “I’ll never be yours.”
I bite her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks. She cries out and bites my neck in return. We’re animals now. Skin slapping. Sweat slick. Blood and spit and her wetness everywhere.
I flip her suddenly, yank her hips up, and take her from behind. One hand fists her hair, the other reaches around to rub her clit. She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust, still fighting even while she chases another release.
