The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)

by Catharina Maura

“Fuck,” I groan, unable to take it for even a moment longer. I come deep inside her, my forehead dropping against her. “I’m not done with you,” I warn her. “There’s no fucking way I’ll let you fall asleep tonight.”

“Oh God,” she moans loudly. It’s fucking music to my ears. The way she moans, the way she looks at me through the mirror. It’s fucking unreal. I smile as I move my arm around her and place my fingers back on her pussy, teasing her clit while I fuck her from behind. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look, baby? My cock is sliding in and out of your pussy so fucking beautifully. You’re taking my cock like such a good fucking girl, my love.”

“Fucking hell, Raven. I can’t take it when you moan my name like that.” I fuck her harder, pushing her to the edge. “Yes,” she moans. “Oh God, yes.”

I wrap my hands around her panties and push them down her thighs until they fall to the floor. I reach for them as I pull my trousers back up, and she watches me as I lift them to my face, inhaling deeply before I put them in the inside pocket of my suit jacket.

“You’re going to walk around without them,” I tell her. “And each time you feel my cum drip down your thighs, I want you the remember how much I fucking want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Raven. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. You’re it for me. No matter what.”

“You’re toxic, Hannah. Not just to me, but to yourself. It isn’t just me you’re losing today, you know? With each passing day, you lose more of yourself, too. But you know what? It isn’t my job to save you. Not anymore.”

“Watch your mouth,” I snap. “I’m fucking sick of you putting words in her mouth and blaming her for things she hasn’t done. You walked away, Hannah. End of story. Raven is my wife, and so help me God, you will respect her. Don’t try this fucking shit with me. She might let you get away with this bullshit, but I won’t. If you’re going to be part of our lives, you’d better learn your fucking place.”

I smile at her humorlessly. “You never fucking knew me at all, Hannah. You wonder why I fell for her so hard, so quickly? It’s because I never loved you in the first place. You were an obligation, someone I tolerated and placated because I had no other choice. I never lost my patience with you because I never truly gave a fuck about you.”

“Let’s normalize walking away from toxic situations. You don’t have to stick it out when your mental health is taking a beating, just because that’s what everyone expects of you. It’s okay to reassess and decide whether or not a situation is still acceptable to you.

“I know,” I tell her as I align my cock. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll still be feeling my cock when you walk down that catwalk. The whole world is going to want you, but with every step, you’ll be reminded of who you belong to.”

I chuckle as I lift her hips up slightly to make sure I’m hitting her g-spot, fucking her the way she loves. “Ares,” she moans. “Fuck, Ares.” I will never get enough of her. I could listen to her moaning my name all day, and soon, I’m going to. After this fucking show, I’m taking her home, and I’m not letting her leave our bed for more than ten minutes at a time for a week straight. “Oh God,” she moans. “More.” I smirk as I fuck her harder, giving it to her the way she needs. “I don’t want to hear a single complaint about your pussy being sore later. Remember, you’re asking for it.” She looks at me, her lips parted, her eyes filled with lust. “Give it to me,” she tells me, and I do. I fuck my wife with all I’ve got, sending countless bottles and brushes flying off her dressing table as I take her. Her pants come quicker, until I’ve got her saying my name like it’s a fucking prayer. “I can’t…” she moans, and then her muscles contract around my cock, taking me right off the edge with her. I come deep inside her, making a mess of her pretty pussy, and I smile as I do so. “Fuck yes,” I groan, pulling out to take a look. I smirk as I push my cum back into her pussy. “You’re going to walk down that fucking catwalk with my cum dripping down your thighs,” I tell her. “So you don’t forget for even a single second who the fuck you belong to.”