I wasn’t.
Thrust after thrust, the heavy slapping sounds of flesh filling the room, his animalistic grunts and growls climbing with each stroke. The tension coiled tight inside me despite everything I had decided in advance about this evening.
I could feel his seething anger in every movement and it soothed something broken in me. My legs tightened around him and I began to throw my hips up, taking what I needed rather than waiting to receive it. I was panting from the effort when the friction found my clit.
He released my wrists and dropped his elbows to the bed before throwing his full weight behind his thrusts.
It was cold.
It was violent.
And it was us.
My breasts bounced between us and got trapped beneath his chest. I clutched at his waist and flung myself toward each downward plunge. The silent scream didn’t stay silent. I came—my pussy clenching down on him—but he didn’t stop. He continued to hammer into me like he had something to prove and wasn’t finished proving it.
I sank my teeth into his chest.
That was all it took for the psycho to come inside me.
“Blyad,” he cursed, groaning as more come spurted deep.
I released his chest—hoping I’d drawn blood—and sank back onto the bed.
He lay on top of me for a few moments, gathering himself, before he pulled away.
I listened. The rustle of clothing. The padded footsteps. His come trickling out of me.
The door opened and a sliver of hallway light cut across the room.
“I’m good for a few days,” I said.
The door closed.
Not a soft click.
A slam.
I reached for tissues to clean myself up.
He could keep his delusions. I knew exactly what this marriage was.
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Tau opened the door for me while Radovan and Spartak waited outside. I stepped past him and couldn’t help but take him in — the dark beauty of him, cold and composed and utterly terrifying. The kind of man who could have been one of those American honey traps if he’d been pointed in a different direction. Even with the subtle scarring along his jawline. Perhaps because of it.
He inspected the room carefully before fixing his gaze on the midwife.
I waited for him to leave.
He didn’t.
Anger overtook my fear of him. Another spy for my husband. Another set of eyes reporting back.
“Get out,” I said. My voice came out tired and flat.
“Nyet,” he said, and crossed his arms.
The midwife opened her mouth. Her eyes landed on Tau. Her mouth closed again.
