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P iotr

A nger pulses through my veins. I tighten my grip on Olivia’s throat, relishing the flash of fear in her eyes.

She deserves it for sneaking around with Maroni.

She reaches up to grab my wrists, trying to pull me off her.

I squeeze a little tighter, a warning, and then release her.

She slumps against the mirrored wall and sucks in several large gulps of air.

I clench my fists at my sides. Though I want to punish Olivia, she’s not the one I’ll kill.

The worst excesses of my violent streak will be reserved for that mudak she was with.

I’m going to tear him limb from limb once I’ve dealt with my deceitful wife.

Despite her claims that there’s nothing between them, this is the second time I’ve caught them together.

When the lift stops, I take hold of Olivia’s arm again and drag her along the corridor to the honeymoon suite.

Fuck, that’s a joke. I reserved this room as a way of making up for taking her virginity on my plane, something she seemed pissed about.

I ordered fresh flowers, chocolates, and champagne.

What an idiot I’ve been, pandering to her desire for romance, lavishing gifts upon her while she’s involved with another man.

Olivia stumbles as she tries to keep up with me, but I don’t slow my pace.

I open the door to the suite and shove her inside.

As I slam the door, Olivia turns to me, her face pale.

She knows exactly how much trouble she’s in.

She holds her hands up in a placating gesture, but I’m in no mood to be soothed.

“Piotr, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I need to hear her admit to what she’s done.

“For speaking to Dario.”

Just hearing his name on her lips makes my blood boil.

“Speaking to him? You make it sound so innocent.” I step closer, getting right in her face. “But the truth is you betrayed me.”

“No.” She shakes her head vigorously. “It’s not like that.”

“Then tell me why he was here, why you left me to go to him.”

“I wanted to know why he came.”

“Why did he?”

Olivia’s gaze dropped to the floor. “I can’t tell you.”

“Then I have to assume the worst.”

“Or you could just trust me.”

Trust her? I wish it was possible, but she’s held secrets from me since the start. I’ve given her opportunities to confide in me about the photographs, to tell me the truth about the role Dario Maroni plays in her life. Yet she stubbornly refuses to tell me what I need to know.

“Pull your dress up to your waist and bend over the bed.”

Olivia’s lip quivers. “Piotr, I’ve done nothing to deserve this.”

Can she really be so na?ve? “Haven’t you, malyskha ? Have you not been hiding something from me all along?”

Olivia hesitates. She opens her mouth and then closes it again. She looks up at me, her eyes glistening with tears. A better man might feel some pity for her. “I don’t deserve a spanking.”

“Don’t you? Then how should I punish you? Should I lock you away from the world? Chain you to my bed and use your treacherous body until I have no more use for you?”

Horror fills her big blue eyes, and she shakes her head. “No, Piotr. I love you. Don’t do this.”

“You love me?” When she first said those words, my heart swelled with pride. It was more than I’d hoped that this incredible woman could offer me the greatest gift imaginable. Now her words ring hollow. “Then perhaps you’d like to prove it. Get on your knees.”

Wariness passes across her face. She bites her bottom lip, and I think she’s going to deny me. I don’t know what I’ll do if she does. I’ve never hurt a woman, but I’m teetering dangerously close to the brink.

“On your fucking knees!” My temper is hanging by a thread. I need to purge the rage inside me.

As I step closer, Olivia is jolted into action. She drops to her knees. I unfasten my pants and push them down my legs. I wrap my fist around my cock and pump twice until I’m rock hard.

“Open your mouth.”

Olivia instantly does as I command. I step closer and unceremoniously shove my cock into her mouth, right to the back of her throat.

She chokes and casts an accusing glance at me as a tear slips from the corner of her eye.

I pull back a little to allow her to catch her breath.

If she passes out on me, I won’t get what I need.

I twist her ponytail around my fist and she winces as I tilt her head back, getting the angle just right. Olivia whimpers as I slide in deep, forcing her to take more of my cock than she has before.

“Such a good little whore,” I sneer as my balls slap against her face. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away from me.

I groan as I plunge in deep. Her mouth is hot and wet.

Her lips clamp tight around my length. At first she tries to please me, massaging my shaft with her tongue, but as I pivot my hips, driving into her hard and fast, she gives up.

I fuck her mouth mercilessly, ignoring her pathetic whimpering.

If she struggled to get away from me, I’d let her go. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Olivia gags each time I hit the back of her throat. She never quite catches her breath. Her face reddens from lack of air. Tears stream down her cheeks as she chokes on my cock.

It doesn’t take long before I erupt, my seed bursting forth to coat her tongue. She swallows every drop.

“That’s it, my deceitful little slut. Take it all.”

As I pull my cock out of her mouth, I let go of her hair and she falls back, catching herself on the palms of her hands.

Her face is a mess, streaked with tears.

Her lips are swollen and red after the abuse I heaped upon them.

A sob rips from somewhere deep inside her, but I don’t believe her sorrow for a second.

This woman is a liar. She’s been going behind my back with another man.

“Why are you crying?” I sneer. “Isn’t this what you like? To be treated like a whore?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why do you keep going back to him when he treated you this way?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you spreading your legs for Maroni, sucking his cock in some seedy little hotel room.”

Olivia scrambles to her feet. “Piotr, I…” She furrows her brow as realization hits her. “How do you know about that?”

I’m famously even-tempered, but this woman seriously tests my control. My frustration spills over and I yell at her. “I have the photos, Olivia.”

She stumbles backward, her mouth opening in shock. “Since when?”

“Since before I began to pursue you.”

“What?”

Something about her obvious distress fuels the anger inside me. How dare she act like the wounded party here? I advance on her, but she holds her ground.

“I saw those photographs, and I knew what you were. I wanted you for myself. I wanted you on your knees, my perfect little slut with her whore lips around my cock.”

Olivia draws back her fist and punches me in the face, the blow hitting my right cheek. I have to hand it to her, it actually hurts. She gasps in horror at what she’s done and tries to run, perhaps fearing retaliation. Grabbing her arm, I pull her back to face me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Wherever you’re not,” she spits. “And don’t try to stop me.”

“Stop you?” I let go of her arm. “Why would I try to stop such a worthless whore from running back to her lover?”

The look of utter devastation on her face is more than I can bear.

“Piotr.” The hurt in her voice kills me.

“Go,” I whisper. “Just leave.”

She hesitates, puts her hand on my arm as if she can still salvage something here, but we’re beyond that now.

“Get out!” I roar.

As my wife flees from the room, I sink to the floor.

I ruined her, just as I knew I would, but I brought myself down with her.

Closing my eyes, I bow my head and try to breathe.

It’s impossible with regret crushing my chest. I punished her without giving her the chance to explain.

The desolation I saw in her eyes kills me. What the fuck have I just done?