Page 41 of Stolen Vows

“Ithurts.Take it out of me,” she says through gritted teeth.

I tilt my hips.

She breaks.I watch in horrified fascination as she sobs and pummels me with her tiny fists, her desperation and misery an instant, sadistic addiction.

Her pussy clenches around me, trying to force me out.My semi-hard cock becomse a rod of steel so quickly my head spins.

I kneel up, bracketing her ass with my thighs, and push her knees to her shoulders.

Crimson smears circle the joining of our bodies.The blood in my veins freezes.I tighten my grip on the back of her thighs and force my lungs to expand.

The sight of her pussy lips stretched around my cock sends fissures of pleasure down my spine even as concern sharpens my senses.

It’s not much blood, but the thought of injuring her over my lack of control sickens me.

I lift my gaze to hers, but she covers her face with her hands.She stiffens when I abandon one leg to grab her wrist.

“Please just take it out.”

The misery in her tone is too much.I snarl, wrap my long fingers around both of her wrists, and tug her hands away from her face.

“You enjoyed it,” I accuse.

“I orgasmed, but I hated it.I hate you.Get.Out.Of.Me.”

I scoff as understanding dawns.

“The little princess didn’t get what she wanted, so she’s pitching a fit.Are you mad I’m not wrapped around your finger like Daddy?”

Her glare intensifies.If looks could kill, she’d have murdered me already.

“You’re pathetic,” she hisses.

I tilt my hips and enjoy the clenching of her pussy.

“Thisis pathetic?Baby, I’m so big you bled trying to take me, but I made you want it so bad you drenched us both.”

“I was a virgin, you asshole!”

My ears process her exasperated words, but my mind struggles to comprehend their meaning.

“You were a virgin,” I repeat.

It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.Everyone knows she went off the rails for a few months after her mother ran off with another man, until her father nipped her bad behavior in the bud.She’s been trying to bury her sordid past by being the perfect daughter ever since.

But the proof is smeared between my legs.

She was a virgin.

I took my wife’s virginity less than an hour after we tied the knot.Mia paperottawas pure when I made her orgasm in front of her father.She wasn’t acting when I tossed her on the bed and ignored her pleas.

I can’t change the past, and by the stubborn glint in her eyes, if I relent now, she’ll always think she can sway me.

This is partially her fault, too.She never indicated she was unpracticed.In fact, every interaction between us was laced with lust, and she never once hinted at her virginity.

She was wet and ready in the dressing room just by wearing the panties I sent her.

Her pinched expression when I inserted the vibrator surfaces as though my mind knew I’d need it again.