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Her walls clamped down hard on mine in response, and I knew she liked the idea of it.
It’ll feel so fucking good to be pumped full of your husband’s cum. You’ll learn to love it, learn to beg for it.
She tried to fight me off, but I was already nearing my orgasm.
Oisin, don’t.
Baby, take it. Take it, and fucking thank me for it. I grunted, and then just like that, my orgasm erupted, and I came deep inside her.
I could hear distant screams, and then she was grunting and cursing as her hands tried to scratch my face or pull me off, but I was stronger than her. I kept her pinned down as I emptied my load inside her.
Then, after going soft, I pulled out but didn’t roll over. She slapped me twice, and I let her vent her anger, but I caught her wrist before she could do it again.
I told you not to.
I don’t care. I rolled off of her, and she sat there with fiery eyes.
You came inside me !
I want another child, and you’ll give it to me.
You’re insane ! I’m never having sex with you again ! You’re out of your goddamn fucking mind !
She kept screaming as she got off my bed and gathered her clothes. She hastily wore them while cursing at me in Italian.
You better fucking pray I’m not pregnant. She said coldly before leaving my room and slamming it shut behind her.
I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. It wasn’t how I wanted the night to end, nor was it how I wanted our first time to be. I wasn’t going to apologize for what happened. If she wanted to be angry at me, then she could be.
She was free to feel whatever she wanted to feel. I’d never force her to feel another way, but when it came to baby matters, I would force her. I wanted another child, a sibling for Aofie, a baby that was all Elena.
Soft and beautiful. Smart and cheeky. I knew she was young, and that’s not how she imagined her life would be, but I’ve wanted her for years. I’d been pining after this woman for almost four years, and now that she was with me, I wanted everything with her.
She was already my wife, but I wanted her to be a mother as well. I saw how she treated Aofie and how sweet she was with her, and I knew if we were to have a baby, she’d love that child more than I would.
Being in love with this woman didn’t have a limit. It wasn’t as vast and deep as the oceans because even though 71% of our Earth was water, it still wasn’t enough.
Elena carried my heart inside her chest, and it beat when hers did. When her heart broke, so did mine. That was the intensity and the profound affliction I had for my wife. I’ve wanted and pined for her for so long, and now that she was in my possession, I’d never let her go.
This was her fate, and as bad as it sounded, I couldn’t find a single flaw because, in my eyes, we were perfect for each other. Maybe in a different world, what I did would be unacceptable or looked down upon, but I didn’t live in a different world.
I lived in a world where there were no rules or laws. I wanted Elena, so I took her. Now, I wanted her to give me a child, and she would give me one. I wasn’t going to approach her and force her into my bed.
The next time she came into my bed would be of her own accord, and I’d only fuck her when she begged me to. She could play tough and miss independent all she wanted, it was hot, and I admired her strong attitude.
I’d let her think everything through and give her the space she thought she needed. When she missed me, craved me, and wanted to cry from how much she ached for me to fill her up and fuck her, she’d come to me. When she did, fuck… I’d fuck her over and over again to remind her of her place.
Elena
Fucking sociopath. Fucking moron. I hope he trips over his feet, his gun goes off, and he shoots himself in the stomach. Fucking dick.
God, I really fucking hate him. More than that, I hate myself. I hate myself for giving in and for thinking this man could be normal for one minute.
God, I was in a constant state of anger and rage. I don’t know if I could even be pregnant. Then, two days later, I woke up with cramps, and my bedsheets were all bloody, so evidently, I had gotten my period.
I had to wake Fiona up and ask her for new sheets and was rewarded with warm sheets, a steaming cup of chamomile tea, and a heating pad for my stomach.
That was four days ago, and though my cramps lessened, I was still terrified of actually being pregnant while on my period. I didn’t even know if you could, because I never had to worry about something like this.
Tito used a condom, and I never hooked up with other men. The only reason I even had sex with Tito was that I wanted to gain some confidence and experience. It didn’t do much because Tito was even more inexperienced than me, but he did the job just fine.
He was always so sweet and gentle and was too reassuring. He wasn’t rough or dirty. Not like Oisin. That man knew no bounds or limits when we were having sex.
This man had truly fucked me thoroughly. Before he had pissed me the fuck off and had me swearing threats and curses, he had really, really fucked me so well that I wasn’t thinking of anything but us.
At night I can still feel his fingers touching me, feel his lips on my skin, and hear his deep, raspy voice in my ear as he pleasured me. His fingers were magnificent and thick, and they filled me up, but then when he actually fucked me ?
Holy hell, I was so full, so stretched, and it felt so hot when he wasn’t gentle with me. I liked him rough and aggressive. I wanted him to fuck me even harder. I wanted to hear his sounds fill the room as he grunted and groaned my name.
I wanted to explore him better, taste him, reach out, and touch every inch of him, but we never got the chance to. I didn’t understand how well he could control my body, but he didn’t just control it. He owned it, branded it, and the evidence was still apparent on my body.
I had his fingerprints on my thighs and hips and bites on my neck and chest, and I secretly basked in them. I traced them every chance I got, and I hated myself for hating that they were fading.
I didn’t want them to fade because I knew I’d never let him touch me ever again. Especially not after the stunt he pulled. I didn’t want kids. I was twenty-four years old, and it was bad enough that he forced me to marry him.
Now he wanted to force me to be his breeding cow for children. Like, what the actual fuck was wrong with this man ? He didn’t even care or get angry when I threw my fit. He just stared at me like I was the one that was crazy for even throwing a fit.
I love kids, and I love Aofie, but I wasn’t ready to have my own child. I’ve never even thought about having children. Then again, I don’t think I ever in my life thought I’d be married to Oisin Callahan.
Still, I didn’t want kids, and if he wanted a child so bad, he could go and fuck some other girl. The thought had me grinding down on my teeth, and my hands had formed into tight fists. I blame my period hormones for caring this much.
The thought of him even touching, kissing, or fucking some girl that wasn’t me had me fuming. I wondered if steam was coming out of my head and ears.
He wouldn’t, would he ? Fuck. This man didn’t have any morals ; surely cheating would be as carefree as him cumming inside me.
Elena. Aofie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
Yeah, cara mia ?
Do you want to color with me ? She flashed me her bag of coloring books and crayons.
I’d love to color with you.
I smiled and got down on the ground next to her. She took out her books and crayons and set them on the ground. She laid down on her stomach and kicked her feet in the air as she began coloring.
I laid down next to her, tugged my shirt, so my back didn’t show, and reached for one of her princess-themed coloring books.
Aofie was young, but she was very mature for her age. She wasn’t bratty despite having her father wrapped around her finger. She was humble and kind, and even before I knew she was his, she was always sweet when she stopped by the bakery.
She’d say please and thank you and wasn’t like those children that always had something nasty to say. She was always dressed in dresses and tutus, and her hair was always up in braids with various hair clips. She truly was the most precious girl.
I looked over and watched her color, and of course, I was amazed by how she stayed in the lines and wasn’t aggressive like most kids are when they color. She was humming, swinging her feet, and ensuring the colors matched the photo.
Aofie, I asked mid-coloring.
Yes. She looked up at me.
Can I ask you a question ?
Yes.
Do you ever get lonely here, cara mia ?
I saw her put down her colors and play with the corner of the paper she was coloring.
Sometimes. She mumbled.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you had a brother or a sister ?
I don’t even know why I was asking her this question. I didn’t have the right to. It felt wrong talking to her about this and maybe bringing her hopes up, but maybe Aofie didn’t mind being an only sibling.
She nodded her head. Yes. I tell daid all the time. He gets sad when I ask him, so I don’t ask him anymore.