But the yellow skater dress wasn’t as durable as I’d thought. It shredded apart easily with just one yank from Victor. My naked breasts came spilling out. His dominant hand came up to seize one, kneading mercilessly while the other hand clamped down on my hip, using the hold for leverage as he pumped inside of me.
He was fucking me so hard. And Yaron was watching as part of my punishment. As part of my humiliation.
The way he was fucking me like I was his property should make me feel sick inside. But something about being claimed like this made everything inside me go nuts. I didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But the pleasure built so fast as he ruthlessly took me.
There was no nausea. Only fire. Burning hotter and hotter. I came with a long, helpless keen just as the old-fashioned horn went off again.
I could feel him pulsing inside of me. He was close, too. That brought me a tiny, tiny bit of solace. Until he pushed me forward, practically shoving me off his cock. I went tumbling to the floor, landing on my hands and knees.
The next thing I felt was a hot spurt against the back of my bare thighs.
It was his cum. I knew that in an instant. He’d pulled out again, refusing to come inside of me.
If his objective was to debase me, to humiliate me… it worked. Hot shame curdled my stomach, and my knees gave out, collapsing me down to the floor.
The old-fashioned horn stopped blaring. And, somewhere in the distance, I heard the door open, followed by the sound of feet leaving. A tiny sliver of relief cut through the thick cloud of shame. He left immediately, just like last time. At least there was that.
But then, Victor suddenly dropped into my eye line. Crouching in what I’d come to think of as the Asian way when I was in Japan. His knees were flexed outward, and his butt was nearly touching the ground.
Oh, God. My husband. My monster. He was still here.
“We’re not done yet,” he signed.
My heart sank, and my body heated. Aching for its silent owner.
Yeah…Operation Good As New had definitely been a bust.
10
VICTOR
She was beautiful when she slept.
He wasn’t sure how long ago he’d woken up in the bed he’d bought for her prison. But as soon as he had, he’d become entranced by the sight of her brown body underneath white sheets.
She was darker than when he’d seen her last. Most likely due to her daily bike rides back and forth to work. But her hair now looked nearly the same as it had been in Japan. She’d straightened it, but last night’s activities had returned it to its base state. A mess of curls without rhyme or true definition.
He hated himself for all of these observations. Hated that he couldn’t stop staring.
He’d taken her three more times after sending her driver away. Once in front of the mirrored wall, once with one hand locked around her wrists while she laid face down and prone underneath him. And once in the shower.
That lapse had been particularly shameful, as he’d only meant to get her cleaned up before finally allowing them both to sleep.
He’d set out to destroy her last night. To humiliate her and tear her down. Yet she’d responded so passionately to his every touch, coming apart again and again on his dick.
He’d fought several battles with her last night. But by the time they both fell exhausted into bed, he still couldn’t say for sure who had won.
Four times…
It should’ve been enough. But this morning, his cock stirred again, wanting her. Aching for her. Even more than he longed for cold hard revenge.
Last night had been a first for him. He’d never taken a woman without a condom before. He was aware she been with others in the four years they’d been apart. Still, she felt so warm and tight around his cock as if her cunt had been custom made for it. It had required everything inside of him to pull out each time.
Memories of last night made his dick pulse. Perhaps he should take her again. One more time. Maybe his cock would finally calm down if he allowed himself to—
The hard, cynical voice of reason cut off that thought. That’s what you told yourself the last three times, and it didn’t work.
No, it hadn’t worked. And wasn’t it bad enough that this was the first time he’d had sex since their wedding night? He’d tried… He’d tried with so many women after their ceremony, Asian, brown, and everything in between. It had never worked.
He’d gained a monkish reputation among his men for working longer hours than most of his counterparts. All work and no play for Victor Zhang. Phantom, Han, and most of their men had to blow off steam with alcohol, drugs, and sexual release. Victor never felt such desires.
