With those words, he flips me against the wall and raises my dress. The lace panties I picked cover next to nothing, but he growls anyway. A resounding slap hits my ears before I feel the sting against my ass. It’s harsh and brutal, but it has me clenching my thighs.
“He’s not here,” Toby barks.
“He’s right here,” I taunt, tapping my head, waiting for an explosion. Because with my husband, there’s always an explosion.
“Fuck him, you’re here. With me. Wet and soaked for me.”
It’s like he’s barely holding onto his humanity as he spits the words. They’re barely strung together as a proper sentence. His hatred brews in the air, suffocating me.
“Prove it.”
With those parting words, another slap echoes within the confines of the small box.
“Oh, wife, I will. I’m going to fuck you until your cunt knows nothing but the length of my cock. Spread your fucking thighs,” he demands, gripping the back of my neck and forcing my face against the glass.
That’s the hot part about exhibitionism, not knowing if you’ll get caught, not knowing if some freak is watching us from the little camera in the corner, or if we’ll get arrest for fucking each other without a goddamn care.
I try turning to him, and when I do, we’re face-to-face as I let out my next words.
“Right here in a dirty elevator?” I question, my voice breathy, revealing how much it turns me on to be degraded by him. It shouldn’t appeal to me—or anyone, for that matter—especially since he’s such a prick, but it’s an urge neither of us deny. His taut body boxes me in, the weight of his built chest pressing me into the wall. The glass clings to my skin like a film. Filthy, cold, and barren, heated only by my body. Just like this man’s heart. He presses his thick cock against me, leaving no room for me to move.
“Do you think you deserve better?” he hisses harshly, his mouth hovers over mine, taunting me like a snake does its meal.
I shake my head, even if it’s a lie. He’ll never stop punishing me, and I’ll never stop loving him. Seconds pass as his eyes scan mine. Heat flickers there, desire swirls, and that goddamn tongue licks his bottom lip. As fast as it’s there, it’s gone. His face morphs back into one of hatred and distaste, in an attempt to hide the lust that had oozed out only moments ago, reminding me his loathing always comes before my orgasms.
“Then turn the fuck around and show me that pretty pussy.”
This time, I flip of my own accord, making sure he sees every inch of my ass before spreading my thighs. The way the moisture is pooling between them lets me know he’s getting to me. He always does.
His finger dips between my folds, and when he brings it up to his face, I watch him suck it clean in the mirror.
“Just as delicious as always, sweetheart.”
My body shivers at those words, hearing their hidden meaning. He’s going to fuck me with his mouth. He’s never been able to resist after his first taste.
Gripping the lace, he slides them down my legs, sending chills all over me. I wiggle as he takes his time removing them.
He scrunches them up and takes a sniff, forcing me to watch, releasing a husky little groan that has my nipples poking through my dress from how hard and stimulated they are. Fuck. He’s so raw when we’re like this. We can lie all we want, but this passion we’ve always had hasn’t waned. If anything, it’s stronger with each hate-filled session of pure fucking.
I’m about to say something when he puts a finger to my lips. “Open.”
I do.
He smirks callously and shoves my panties in my mouth. It’s like he needed to degrade me in every way.
“Now when you scream, only I’ll hear you.”
Fuck.
He’s such a prick.
“Now widen and bend a little, I have dessert to eat.” I groan and adhere to his commands. We went from nothing to married, from being married to lovers, to lovers who hate each other’s guts. He hates me, and I return the fervor.
He fucks other people; I let him believe I do too.
We’re so fucking twisted; it’s going to kill us both.
I hate him.
He hates me.
We fuck anyway.
When I’m finally spread for him, he falls to his knees. “Your cunt is the only one I’ll ever worship, Sous. It’s mine to devour and