A Scorned Wife's Tale of Revenge

CHAPTER 2

An audible gasp came out of my lips before I could stop myself. I tried so hard not to move.

The scent of hard liquor filled the room, and I instantly knew who had recklessly walked in.

Ares. Who else could it be?

He's drunk. His heavy footsteps gave him away along with his intoxicated scent.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, b***h!" he snapped. "I know you're awake."

The familiar sound of his belt unbuckling terrified me. The next thing I heard was the quiet rustling of his clothes.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push his naked image from my mind aside. I let my teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop myself from making a sound. I already know what's going to happen next. As much as I wanted to feel him, I hate it when he does it.

I instinctively held onto the sheet, pulling it closer to my chest as if it could save me from my husband's rage.

"Camilla!" his voice thundered, echoing along the walls of the master bedroom.

I flinched when he suddenly grabbed the sheet away from me. My heart started beating so fast, it felt like it could jump out of my chest at the rate it was going.

"Ares, please," I muttered while trying to escape, but he quickly caught my leg before I could even move.

"Aah!" I shrieked when he yanked me closer to the edge of the bed. "Ares!"

I tried to kick him away from me, but it only fueled his anger. His hand gripped me tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh, making me wince in pain.

"Stop!" I groaned, but my pleas only fell on deaf ears. He wouldn't listen to me.

"Quit playing hard to get, my dear wife," he spat the words out, making sure I wouldn't misinterpret his sarcasm. "I know how much you want this."

I stopped myself from arguing with him. It will only make things worse. No, I don't want to have s*x with him. I may have used to like it. Heck, I even used to pay him just to sleep with me, but not anymore.

He hastily took off my clothes. My hands fisted the sheets as I clenched my jaw. I have long accepted that I couldn't do anything against his strength. Fighting him is futile. It will only drain me more, so I just let him do what he wants to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.

I gritted my teeth to stop my groans when his hands started roaming harshly. They kneaded and squeezed as they moved further down. They were not meant to give me pleasure or to at least prepare my body for what was about to come.

He doesn't care about that. He doesn't care about me. All he wanted was to fulfill his needs while inflicting me with pain.

"Ares!" I couldn't stop my protesting groan when he harshly pushed his fingers inside me.

"Shut up!" he hissed before clamping his mouth on my shoulder. I bit my lip so as not to shout. I'm sure it would leave a nasty mark on my skin.

"Stop calling my name," he snapped.

A lone tear slipped from the corner of my eye, no matter how much I tried to stop myself from crying. I can't understand why I'm still hurting from this. This is always how he treats me whenever he gets horny and yet I still couldn't get myself used to it.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to detach myself from what was happening. It was working until he suddenly picked me up like a weightless ragdoll. I shrieked as he dragged me across the room.

"Ares, what are you-"

He recklessly dropped me to my feet, cutting me off mid-sentence. Before I could say anything, he abruptly pushed the small of my back, making me bend a little. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, then he grabbed a fistful of my hair before forcefully slamming himself into my core.

I cried out, my hands balled into fists when the jolting, sharp pain coursed through my body. My legs weakened, and he seemed to have sensed it because his hand quickly spread against my stomach to support my weight.

He harshly moved behind me, unminding the pain he's causing me. I squirmed to move away from him, but he tightened his hold on my hair. He pulled it, straining my neck to make me look ahead.

"Look!" he grunted as his pace hastened.

I took a quick glance only to realize that we were in front of the full-length mirror in our room. I looked away and closed my eyes. I couldn't stand it. The image of our tangled naked bodies in the reflection was too sensual. It felt illegal to watch.

"I said, look at it," he growled in a low voice against my ear as he kept thrusting in and out of me. His voice sent shivers down my spine. My core dampened. I'm beginning to get affected. Damn it!

I barely managed to peel my eyes open. My lids felt so heavy.

I bit my lip to stop myself from groaning when I finally saw our reflection.

I wanted to slap myself. I looked like someone who was enjoying what he was doing to me. My face was flushed down to my neck. My eyes hooded with pleasure.

No!

I couldn't take it in. I tried to look away, but Ares quickly grabbed my jaw. He forcefully angled my head so that I was facing the mirror.

"Watch," he whispered threateningly. "Watch me f**k you like the b***h that you are."

A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Instead of watching how he harshly moves behind me, I look straight into his eyes. They were burning with lust as he slammed into me.

We fought each other's gaze until he looked up. My eyes moved to my face. I gritted my teeth as I watched how he took every bit of me.

I despised myself for finding pleasure in what he was doing to me despite the pain. I hated how muffled moans still escaped my lips, no matter how hard I tried to bite them down.

Damn it. I should not be enjoying this. He's only doing this to punish me. For him, this is just another way to torture me. Another way he could take advantage of me.

He groaned so loudly when he finally finished. He recklessly pushed me away, pulling himself away from me. He held his throbbing massivity and let his c*m spill on the floor between us.

"Aah! f**k!" he growled like a wounded animal while catching his breath.

Just as I thought he was done for tonight, he picked me up from the cold floor and threw me back onto the bed. In one swift motion, he turned me over to my stomach.

"Ares, please," I tried to protest, but my voice came out weak. As usual, he acted like he didn't hear me. I scoot away from him, but his big hands grab my hips, holding me firmly in place.

There, he took me over and over again, forcing me to the brink of o****m just to pull out when he knew I was about to come. It was frustrating as hell, but I didn't dare ask for more. I couldn't let myself, even though I am dying to feel it again. My remaining pride wouldn't let me beg for the pleasure I know he could easily give.

He let out a long moan before I felt his weight lift from my back. The bed creaked when he moved. I was still panting when he stood up.

And just like that, I watched him grab a robe before walking out the door, leaving me all alone like a used rag...