He roughly turns me around until my chest presses against the table and keeps me there with a hand at the back of my neck.
I feel him at my entrance, and the next instant he pushes inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I’m so wet, yet it still stings at first.
The discomfort fades quickly as my body adjusts to his size.
He starts moving with such brutality that it steals the breath from my lungs.
A moan leaves my lips, and my grip on the edge of the table tightens.
“Mine.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
He bends down and bites my ear before lowering his voice.
“This is just a bump in my fucking road, but I decided a long time ago that you’re mine. And I never—and I mean never—let go of what’s mine. I’ll make your life insufferable for lying to me, for hiding the truth, and for daring to let another man touch what’s mine,marrywhat’s mine. I’ll never fucking forgive you. Especially not for being a cheat. That’s what I despise most.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t correct him.
“You’re fucking mine, come hell and bloody damnation,” he says roughly as his hand finds my clit and pinches.
I orgasm instantly, clenching around him.
Not long after, while I’m still coming down from the high, I feel him spill deep inside me.
He stays over me for a second longer, and then I feel the weight of him disappear.
He steps back, and I straighten, turning to face him on unsteady legs while he pulls his shorts back on.
“If you don’t get a divorce, I’ll turn you into a widow. That I can promise.”
My heart clenches as I look at him.
“And I don’t bluff. Now get the fuck out of here.”
He strides towards what I assume are the showers. The door slams shut behind him.
Taking my dignity and my heart with it.
I told him he’d hate me. I always knew he would.
I just never imagined how much.
I get dressed and leave.
He’s there the entire drive back, following me in another vehicle.
Only when I reach the chalet does he finally disappear.
He never comes to bed.
