Brutal Husband (Brutal Hearts #3)

Chapter 2

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Rieta

“ Y ou belong to me. Only me. Forever .”

I tremble in his grip and struggle to get free. Nero just laughs and carries me over to the bed. He sits down, and I end up sprawled face down over his thighs with his hands holding me tight so I can’t escape.

My husband is the only man I’ve ever desired, but he worked hard to kill my desire, and then he disappeared.

Nero’s hands rove over my body, squeezing my thighs and ass through the clinging jersey dress I’m wearing. “I’ve missed this plump ass of yours, wife. I’ve missed watching you turn red and squirm around. You’ve missed that too, haven’t you?”

Before we were married, Nero touched me in crazy ways, and I couldn’t get enough of him. The first time he spanked me, I cried and came so hard at the same time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see our reflection in the floor-length mirrors on the wardrobes. His smile is hungry as he lifts his hand.

I make an angry buzzing sound in the back of my throat, but he ignores me. He brings his hand down in a sharp smack on my ass. Heat fizzles in my flesh. I scream in defiance and struggle back and forth on his lap, but he pins me easily in place.

There’s a new tattoo on his forearm. I stare wide-eyed at the familiar skulls, birds, dice, and knives that stand out on his flexing tendons and muscles.

And a daisy.

A fucking daisy .

The sight of it makes me flush with anger.

Nero groans and squeezes my burning flesh between his thumb and fingers. “How I love disciplining my wife. You need it, don’t you, Rieta?”

He grasps the hem of my dress and pulls it up, exposing my ass. The cold air touching my skin feels obscene. My husband’s devouring gaze feels even worse. He lightly runs a finger beneath the lace of my underwear and yanks them up between my ass cheeks.

I know what’s coming. My body remembers what his punishment feels like, and I haven’t been touched for so long— years too long—that in a bizarre way, I’m anticipating this.

I feel the caress of Nero’s fingers, and then the slap of his palm on the fleshy part of my ass. He smacks me over and over again, each strike an explosion of pain, and he gives me no time to recover before he hits me again. Soon, my whole behind is on fire.

He pushes his hand between my legs and works the pad of his thumb against my clit. The heat and pain have sensitized me, and I can feel myself growing wet against his fingers.

“Do you remember how needy you’d get when I’d call you good girl ? Do you?” He pinches my ass, and I scream in the back of my throat. “You’re not getting that now. You’re a bad fucking girl, Rieta.”

He goes back to spanking me, and his blows are so vicious that I know he’s leaving bruises and marks that I’ll bear for days.

Nero pulls the soggy tie from between my teeth and cups my jaw. “Anything to say, wife?”

“Fuck you,” I pant. “Let me go.”

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me what you’re hiding.”

“I’m hiding nothing. I looked for you. I waited for you. Now I wish I hadn’t bothered.”

“You’re a liar, Rieta. You’ve been lying to me since our first date, so why should I believe a word out of your mouth now?”

My head rears up in indignation. “Do you think I’ve been seeing another man? Is that it?”

Nero’s hands tighten possessively on my flesh. “Did you let another man touch what’s mine, cara mia ? Did he dare put his filthy fucking hands on you? I lay awake night after night picturing another man touching you. I know it happened. I know it . It’s driving me insane.”

Nero’s eyes are wild. Hair is falling over his sweaty brow. He really does look insane.

“You know how I know?” He pauses, and all I can hear is my erratic breathing. He shouts, “Because you’re fucking lying to me.”

He gets to his feet and throws me face down on the bed. Grasping my dress, he tears it asunder before doing the same to my underwear.

“Ass up,” he orders, and I hear the clink of his belt being undone and then his zipper.

“Nero, don’t—”

He ignores me, loops an arm under my hips, and pulls my ass into the air. My chest and my cheek are pressed against the sheets, my knees are splayed, and my arms are viciously tied. With his hand planted on my lower back, I feel the plush head of his cock drag up my sex from my clit to my core, and then nudge between my inner lips.

“You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Your blood. Your soul. You go on breathing because I allow it, and if you cross me again, I’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”

He won’t do it. Even at his craziest, Nero never crossed this line. Played with it, sure, but he didn’t snap it.

But the Nero who’s come back to me isn’t the Nero who vanished, and lines apparently mean nothing to him. With a cruel thrust, he forces his whole length inside me. I cry out at the sudden, burning intrusion. I yelp with the shock of it.

As he hammers me, he asks, “You won’t forget who owns you now, will you? Who do you belong to?”

“I hate you,” I gasp.

He laughs. “Doesn’t matter. I can make you come even if you hate me.”

He fucks me with deep, purposeful thrusts of his cock, the ridged head working against the sensitive spot inside me.

I don’t want this. I don’t want this.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore what Nero’s doing to me, but my body has other ideas. I’m tense, overheated, and wet. I’ve yearned so long for Nero to come back. I’ve only ever been with my husband, and I could never crave anyone else when his eyewatering size and girth are so satisfying. My desperate body is so overwhelmed that my needy muscles grip him, my core lights up, and I orgasm with a sharp, furious cry.

Nero groans in a way that tells me he’s appreciating my climax rippling around him, but he doesn’t come yet. He pulls out of me and straightens up.

Disgust overwhelms me. In my panic to get away from him, I manage to get myself off the bed, but my jelly legs make me crash to the ground. I fall into a heap and sit there, dazed.

Nero saunters over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sits down. He beckons me closer, gripping his still wet cock. “You need more? Come here to your husband.”

I must look a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks. Torn dress hanging off me. Hair in tangles.

“I gave you an order,” Nero warns. When I still don’t move, he lounges back and chuckles darkly. “I can see my wife is going to need an even harder working over. Shall I use my belt on you?”

Fear thrills through me. My eyes snap to him. “You think I betrayed you, but you’re the betrayer.”

“What are you talking about?” he snarls.

Now isn’t the time to pick over our marital upsets, not when my husband just held me down and forced me, but all the hurt and anger swim to the surface, and the words burst from my lips. “Why didn’t you tell me you got a vasectomy?”

Nero grips the sides of the armchair with large, strong hands. Sinewy and veiny. I always loved his hands. I can hear him breathing. Harsh, angry breaths.

“You made me believe you wanted a baby,” I accuse. “You tortured me month after month as you watched me take pregnancy tests that were never going to be positive. That’s what hope is. It’s torture.”

I wanted his baby so badly. I wanted our son or daughter to have their father’s deep brown eyes. His beautiful smile. His cleverness.

“Now I’m glad you never gave me your child because there’s even less to tie us together.”

Nero shoots to his feet. He grasps me under the armpits and pushes me face down on the bed once more. This time, he doesn’t even bother to pull my hips up. He takes hold of himself and holds the head of his cock against my slit. My skin crawls everywhere this hateful man touches. My core aches for him. The tip of his cock just slips inside me, and when I gasp in shock, he laughs. A nasty, hateful laugh.

I want out of this marriage. The first words from my lips the moment I saw him again should have been, I want a divorce .

“I have news for you, cara mia .” Nero drives his hips forward and his cock into me, his thick length stretching my aching flesh and making me scream. “While I was gone, I had my vasectomy reversed.”

My heart thumps painfully.

“You’re lying.” My voice is muffled by the sheets.

“I’m not the liar here. Fuck, you feel good,” he moans, squeezing handfuls of my sore ass as he fucks me. “It’s been so long since I filled you up with my cum. I’ve been dreaming of it.” His voice is filled with aching sweetness, just like it used to be.

What if he’s not lying? What if he really did have his vasectomy reversed? If I have this psychopath’s baby, I’ll never be rid of him. I try to wriggle out from beneath him, but he grabs me and holds me in place.

“Oh, fuck yes, cara mia ,” he groans. “Make me pin you down. Keep fighting me. It’s such a rush.” His breathing is growing heavier and heavier and the strokes of his cock hungrier and deeper. “You can try to get away from me before I come, but the harder you struggle, the more I like it.”

I should lie still like a dead fish so this isn’t any fun for him. He’s going to come and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but I struggle anyway. I’m just making things worse for myself. As I buck my hips, I can feel his cock driving into me at an angle that makes golden stars burst behind my eyes and through my belly. My nipples rub against the bed. His hard thrusts are driving me higher and higher until my body explodes with shameful pleasure.

Nero fucks me through my orgasm, his pace steadily increasing until he thrusts hard once, twice, and suddenly, there’s a heavy liquid feeling inside me.

I drop my head and moan into the mattress. What has he done? It’s too late. I can’t have his baby now.

Nero pulls halfway out, presses his cock into me once more, and then groans as if appreciating the sight. “So full of me, Rieta. So deep inside you. Lie there like a good girl, so full of my cum.”

“Why are you doing this now that I hate you? Why couldn’t we do this before? Why can’t we ever be normal?”

Nero has never wanted me in the way that husbands want their wives. He’s either ignoring me or smothering me until I can’t breathe.

Nero lowers himself over me until he’s growling in my ear, “Why? Because you’re hiding something from me, and I’m going to find out what it is and make you regret it for as long as you live.”

“You’re the one with all the secrets. I want a divorce. I never want to see you again.”

“You don’t want me anymore? You don’t want my baby?” he asks sharply. “Congratulations, Mama. Now it’s the only thing I crave. I’m going to keep shooting my cum into you daily until it’s dripping out of you, and you’re so fucking full of my baby.”