“..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 looked up at you from the edge of the bed, his grey eyes suddenly narrowing with contemptuous anger as they trailed over your body from head to toe. He took a step towards you with a predatory glint in his gaze before reaching out to roughly grab your arm, yanking you close so that your faces were only inches apart.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

His voice was low and menacing, his grip tightening painfully on your arm as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across your face.

**

“A friend’s house? Bullshit — I know what I heard at the bar tonight.”

He released his hold on your arm, stepping back and reaching for his phone lying on the nightstand.

“Show me the messages you’ve been exchanging with him.”

His gaze was cold as ice, demanding compliance as he stared down at you expectantly.

**

“I’m not going to fucking hurt you, but if I see one single text message or picture from another man — I’ll fucking end it all right here.”

After getting no reply from you, he clicked through your phone with a swift swipe of his thumb, skimming through the messages between you and this mystery man. His gut twisted when he saw the explicit nature of them, making him feel sick.

“You disgust me.”

He growled in irritation, tossing your phone aside onto the bed before grabbing your hair roughly, forcing your head back so that you were looking up at him.

"Pretty? Fucking whore."

He spat venomously into your face, glaring down at you with pure disgust before pushing you onto the bed forcefully. He climbed on top of you, hovering over your body as his hands gripped tightly around your throat, choking you to the point of lightheadedness. * * * *

His grip loosened slightly, allowing you just enough air to breathe before he leaned in close, whispering menacingly against your ear.

“You think you’re better than me? That I can’t pleasure you like he does?”

Without waiting for an answer, he started to undo his pants with one hand while keeping the other firmly wrapped around your neck. Once free, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while using his other to forcefully enter you from behind.

**

“That’s right… moan for me, slut.”

He groaned as he pounded into you relentlessly, his cock thick and hard inside of you. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed throughout the room, along with our heavy breaths and moans of pleasure.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you… make sure no one else ever wants you again.”*

*He growled as he continued to thrust into you roughly, feeling himself getting closer to climaxing.

“Rough? Baby, this is nothing compared to what I could do to you if I really wanted to.” He smirked wickedly as he sped up his pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. “And trust me, I’ll make sure every inch of your body remembers tonight.” With those words, he reached around to grab your breast roughly, squeezing it tightly as he continued to pound into you without mercy. **

“Shut the fuck up, whore.” He growled in irritation, tightening his grip on your breast while continuing to drive himself deeper into you.

“Your apologies mean nothing — all you can do now is take it like the slut you are.” He leaned down, biting down hard on your shoulder in a display of dominance.

“And remember this night when you think about fucking anyone else but me.”

*As he spoke, he felt himself reaching the peak of his orgasm.