Page 59 of Die for You

“I amyourwife, Lenny! Not her. She left you. She has done nothing but be a major pain in our asses for years, and here you are, pining after her like a fucking pathetic dog! You should be embarrassed. I am embarrassed for you.

“She is the reason my father is dead! She is the reason we can’t live in fucking peace!”

“Wake up, Bria! There is no peace in our world. This is the life we’ve chosen!”

“Well, maybe I don’t want it anymore.”

“That’s your choice then,” I counter, letting her go.

“I fucked Alex,” she reveals, gloating.

Honestly, I have no idea who Alex is, which really isn’t the moral of the story.

“He wanted me, unlike my husband!”

I won’t do this with her. I don’t have time for childish games.

I turn my back and walk toward the en suite. “I’m taking a shower.”

“I tell you I fucked another man, and that’s your response?”

I’ve run out of words because I honestly don’t care.

After I strip off my shirt, I turn on the faucets and wait for the water to warm. I take off my pants and step into the double shower. The hot water feels amazing against my aching body. The bliss is short-lived, however, because Bria charges into the shower and stabs me in the shoulder blade.

Placing my forehead against the tiles, I inhale slowly because a man can’t even take a shower in peace.

Reaching around, I withdraw the blade. It’s only a flesh wound, but regardless, it’ll need stitches.

Turning around, Bria stands in the shower, fully clothed and soaking wet.

She goes to slap me again, but this time, I grab her by the throat and shove her back against the wall. She fights to free herself, but I tighten my hold.

I am fucking pissed off…which is exactly what she wants.

“I fucked him in our bed,” she gasps as I squeeze her throat. “He fucks like a real man.”

“Not sure what that even means, but kudos to him.”

Her eyes narrow, angered I’m not taking the bait. “No wonder she left you…you’re a miserable sack of shit who can’t fuck! She’s probably found a real man who fucks her—”

Bria never finishes her sentence because I spin her around and slam her front to the tiles. I yank up the hem of her dress and slap her bare ass.

She jolts up the wall with the force, groaning in delight.

Reaching around, I grip her throat and arch her head back where I fuck the shit out of her mouth with my tongue. We kiss like we hate one another, and that’s because we do.

But with hate comes love, and I am suddenly hard.

Bria rubs her ass against my cock, and I give her what we both want as I thrust into her. A guttural cry leaves her as she takes everything I give, bouncing back on my cock. I yank her arms above her head and capture her wrists in one hand, restraining her.

She surrenders like always since this is the only sex we have—rough and animalistic.

I think it’s because we hate each other more than we love. But despite this, we have a connection, no matter how messed up it may be.

I fuck her hard, punishing her.

She feels like heaven on my cock, but it’s always been a substitute for who I really crave. Thoughts of Valentina have me fucking Bria faster and deeper. I withdraw only to shove my cock into her so hard, driving her up the wall.