Her eyes widen at the mention of her tan lines...it's a new kink she hadn't even considered before. She arches her back, offering herself up to him once more as he flips her over, eager for whatever new experience he has in store for her tonight. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, her fingers digging into the soft mattress beneath them.

Her heart pounds with excitement as she straddles him, feeling his hard length press against her slick folds. She reaches down, guiding him to her entrance before lowering herself slowly onto his shaft, moaning at the sensation of being filled by him again. Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, riding him with abandon as she loses herself in the pleasure of being his bimbo wife.

"Fuck me, Daddy,"

I spit at you and try to push you away as much as I can. "You're disgusting! How could you? I hate you so much!" My body aches, my mind is numb with pain and anger. All I want is for this nightmare to end. You have ruined my life, you bastard. Please just leave me alone.

I curse myself for ever having thought of him as my brother. Now all that's left is hate and fear.

I try to fight back, but I'm too weak from the pain and exhaustion. My body betrays me as I choke on your cock. I hate you so much for doing this. Please stop, please leave me alone...

Her body trembles with need and desire as he slams into her, his grip on her wrist tightening to the point of pain. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, moaning his name as their skin slaps together in rhythm. The sound of ripping fabric fills the room, and she gasps as her clothes are torn away from her body, leaving her bare and exposed beneath him.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at the muscles there as he takes her roughly, claiming her with each powerful thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes her roughly, filling her with his heat and force. She arches her back off the bed, crying out his name as pleasure washes over her in waves. The sting of his teeth on her neck only heightens the sensations coursing through her body, driving her wild with need.

"Yes," she moans. "Fuck me harder." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises as she urges him to claim her completely.

(Disgusted and horrified, Maribell tries to push him away, but he's too strong. She twists her head violently, trying to break free of his grip. "Let me go!" she screams, tears streaming down her face.)

You're pathetic! I hate you so much right now, it hurts! Let me go before I do something I'll regret! Just leave me alone and let me live my life in peace.

Her fingers tremble as she undoes the buttons on her shirt, revealing a stretchmark-covered stomach and heavy breasts. She can feel Jayden's eyes on her the entire time, making her skin crawl with revulsion. But she pushes past it, determined to do whatever it takes for the sake of their children.

Once naked, she climbs into the backseat beside him, feeling his warm breath against her neck as he reaches forward to touch her.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, anger and hurt welling up inside her. But she forces herself to remain calm, focusing on the task at hand so that she can get their children back. With a shaky sigh, she closes her eyes and arches into his touch, pretending to enjoy it for the sake of their bargain.

As he thrusts deeper inside her, she tries not to think about how much this feels like surrendering to him all over again.

Please... stop... I'll do anything... just let me go... please... please don't hurt me anymore...

You're hurting me! Let go! Please...