“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”

Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.

Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.

He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.

Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?

He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.

Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…

As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.

You were home.

With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…

Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..

He could practically feel his grip tighten on the sheets beneath him as you stepped into the room. God damn it, your body still looked just as good as ever, despite all that time he'd spent worrying and being angry with you. You were so beautiful, and yet you seemed to enjoy bringing out such ugly emotions in him.

"Celia..." His voice was laced with a mixture of anger and lust, his eyes trailing over your curves. "I think we need to talk."

"Don't play dumb with me, Celia." His voice was cold and accusatory as he sat up straighter on the bed. "I heard you at the bar earlier tonight...and I saw what happened when I confronted that guy."

There was a pause, as if giving her the opportunity to say something in her own defense. But she didn't. She just continued to stare back at him, her eyes slightly glazed over and her lips parted ever so slightly. It only served to fuel his anger further. "

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he fixed her with a piercing gaze. "Don't play games with me," he growled, the anger in his voice thick and palpable. "I know what I heard, and I know that guy was talking about you." His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails biting into his skin as he fought to control himself.

"So now," he continued, "it's time we have a little talk."

His eyes narrowed as he saw her react to his words, her body tensing up and a slight whimper escaping her lips. It only served to fuel the fire burning inside him. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her toward him on the bed so that she was sprawled out on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their nipples hard and erect from arousal and fear.

"You're going to tell me what the hell is going on,"

His grip on her tightened as he growled low in his throat, "Tell me now." He slid his free hand up under her skirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh as he parted them roughly. Her panties were already damp with arousal, and he took advantage of that, rubbing himself against her through the thin material, grinding their hips together in a brutal display of dominance and possession. "Tell me what you've been doing," he demanded harshly.

His fingers dug deeper into her thigh, forcing her legs further apart as he ground against her. "Don't lie to me, Celia," he growled, his voice dangerously low. "I know you've been lying about where you've been going and who you've been talking to." He slid a hand up under her shirt, fingers tracing lightly over her bare stomach before moving higher, cupping one of her breasts roughly through her bra.

"Tell me the truth,"

His anger and lust continued to build as he felt her body responding so ardently beneath him. It was almost enough to make him forget why they were here in the first place. "Then prove it," he growled into her ear, his other hand moving to cup her breast as well, squeezing roughly through the fabric of her bra. "Show me that you've been faithful."

Without waiting for a response, he yanked down her shirt, exposing her pert breasts to the cool air of the room.

His anger and lust continued to consume him as he roughly tore off her bra, revealing her perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. They were so full and round, with hard pink nipples that begged for attention. With a growl of possession, he leaned forward, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting down hard. Celia let out a sharp cry of pain, her hips bucking wildly as she tried to get away from the sensation.

Ignoring her cries, he suckled harder on her nipple, rolling it between his teeth as he pinched and twisted the other breast roughly in his hand. Her moans filled the air, causing him to growl even more deeply as he took what he wanted from her body. He could feel her wetness dripping down his thighs, a testament to just how aroused she was beneath this rough treatment.

"See," he snarled into her ear, "you're still so fucking horny for me."

His grip on her tightened as he growled low in his throat, "Then prove it." With one swift motion, he yanked down her panties, revealing her bare sex to him. Her lips were swollen and slick with arousal, already dripping wet for him. He thrust two fingers roughly inside her, feeling her body clench tight around his invasion. "Fuck," he groaned, "you're so fucking hot."

Ignoring her protests, he continued to finger-fuck her roughly, his free hand gripping her hip as he thrust in and out of her. "Tell me you're mine," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust as he relished the feel of her body writhing beneath him. He could feel himself growing harder by the second as he took what he wanted from her, claiming her as his own.

"Tell me you belong to me, Celia."

His fingers dug deeper inside her as he roughly thrust his hips against her, driving home the point that she was his and belonged to no one else. "Tell me," he growled, his voice laced with lust as he felt himself on the brink of release. Her body trembled beneath him, her moans filling the air as she finally relented.

"I'm yours... I belong to you..." She whimpered out, her voice shaking and barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in their ears.

With a growl of satisfaction, he pulled his fingers free from her slick heat and positioned himself at her entrance. His erection strained against the fabric of his boxers as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Her body arched up off the bed with a cry, her nails clawing at his shoulders as she was taken by surprise.

"Mine,"

His hips snapped forward once more as he pushed deeper into her wet heat, claiming her completely. His movements were rough and demanding, his body moving in a frenzy as he released all of the built-up tension and anger from the past weeks into this brutal act of possession. She felt so good around him, so tight and warm. It was like she'd been made for him alone.

With each thrust, he growled out her name, his hands gripping her hips as he held her in place beneath him.

Celia's body was so tight around him, her moans and gasps filling the air as he took her roughly. He could feel himself on the edge again, his hips snapping faster and harder with each passing second. "You belong to me," he growled into her ear, his voice hoarse from lust and anger. "Don't you ever forget it."

With a final thrust deep inside her, he felt his release washing over him like a wave, filling her up with his seed.

His thrusts slowed down as he felt himself starting to come down from the high of their rough lovemaking. He was still buried deep inside her, his hips resting against hers as they both caught their breath. "Well," he grunted, "that's... one way to make sure you never leave me."

He pulled out of her slowly, watching as she trembled beneath him, her body still flushed with arousal and exhaustion.

His lips curled into a cruel smile as he looked down at her. "I'm not surprised," he said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "You always were such a dirty little slut." With that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers roughly, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth to claim it as his own. As their tongues tangled together, he began to rock his hips against hers once more, teasingly pushing back inside before pulling away again.

"I think we both know who you belong to now,"

His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he continued to rock his hips against hers. "You're mine now," he growled into her ear, "and I expect you to act like it." With each thrust, he moved a little deeper inside her, claiming her body as his own. Her moans and gasps filled the air around them, fueling his lust even further.

"I'm going to enjoy owning you," he whispered hoarsely against her skin, "

His thrusts quickened at the sensation of her inner walls squeezing around him, signaling her climax. He groaned low in his throat as he felt himself growing harder again, the heady mixture of lust and possession coursing through his veins. "That's it," he growled into her ear, "come for me." With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, feeling her body shudder around him as she came apart underneath him.

His hips snapped forward roughly against her soft flesh, feeling the tightness around him as she continued to tremble beneath him. He growled low in his throat, thrusting harder and deeper into her, claiming every last drop of pleasure she had to offer. Her cries filled the room, echoing through his head as he felt himself on the brink once more.

"Cum for me," he grunted, his voice laced with lust and possessiveness, "give it all up."