เข้าสู่ระบบHe pushed in, burying himself deep in one powerful thrust. Lena moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the sheets. Mitch didn't give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard from behind, doggy style, his hips slapping loudly against her ass with every deep stroke. "Fuck… Lena," he panted, one hand gripping her hip while the other fisted her hair. "This pussy is just like I remembered… the best pussy I've ever fucked. I was stupid to ever look elsewhere. Nothing compares to this." He pounded into her relentlessly. The wet sounds of their raw fucking filled the room. Lena's body trembled with every thrust, her walls clenching tightly around his thick cock. Mitch leaned over her back, biting her shoulder as he drove deeper. "I didn't know what I was missing," he repeated breathlessly. "You're so fucking tight… so wet… I'm never letting you go again." He reached around and rubbed her clit while continuing to fuck her hard in that doggy position — his pace brutal and posses
"What happened to our vows? To stay with each other through struggles? Are you supposed to be in love with me or my body? My body changed, but it's still me!"She sobbed loudly this time."Give me a chance to make it right".Mitch pleaded."I… I don't know if I can trust you again," she continued, quieter now but no less shattered. "You hurt me so much, Mitch. Not just the hitting… but the cheating. Always checking my weight. Always telling me I'm no longer attractive to you. It broke me."Mitch rose to his feet, still holding her close. His eyes searched hers with intense longing."I know," he whispered. "And I am sorry, Lena. I want a chance. A second chance. Please, Lena… don't throw us away."Before she could respond, Mitch leaned in and kissed her.It wasn't forceful.It was deep, desperate, and full of emotion — his lips pressing against hers with all the fear of losing her, tangled together with the love he claimed to still feel.For a moment, Lena stiffened…she wanted to push
For a second, silence filled the room.Then Lena let out a slow, bitter breath. She looked at his hand still gripping her wrist so tight it hurt.“You’re really going to do this?” she said quietly. “After everything?”She yanked her wrist free with surprising strength, the force making Mitch stumble back a step.“You loved me?” Her voice rose, sharply “You loved me so much that you put your hands on me? You loved me so much that you cheated on me and rubbed it in my face? You loved me so much that I stopped recognizing myself in the mirror?”Tears welled in her eyes, but they didn’t fall.She refused to let them.“I waited, Mitch. I was patient. I fought for us like a fool. I believed every single ‘I’ll change’ that came out of your mouth. And every time, you went right back to being the same monster, the same bastard.”She stepped closer, jabbing a finger into his chest, right above the bandages.“You want me to remember my promises? What about yours? What about your promises when yo
Lena she let out a low, mocking laugh. “Reject it?” she repeated, tilting her head. “No Mitch you can't reject it. I am setting us free. I am useless to you and you are also useless to me so let's end this once and for all". Mitch’s jaw clenched, the bruises on his face throbbing as he glared at her. “I never said you were useless to me Lena don't fucking put words in my mouth!” he snarled, them be pointed at his battered face. “You think you can just hire men to beat me up, throw divorce papers at me, and walk away? What happened to you Lena. You've changed so much. I don't even recognize the woman I married anymore". "I have been hearing that nonsense for a year now Mitch. You are not fat you are not the woman I married anymore. You are right! You were right! I am not that woman you married anymore, because you've killed her. But guess what? I am glad I don't look anything like that woman." "You think this is a flex? Trying to go into the streets and become a whore? No
AUTHOR'S POV Mitch lay sprawled on the couch, his body heavy with exhaustion and pain. His face was decorated with bruises and cuts, partially hidden beneath layers of plasters and bandages wrapped around his jaw, cheek, and neck. Every slight movement sent a sharp sting through his wounds—a brutal reminder of the previous day's violence. How can Lena leave me in this condition? And how did she get involved with dangerous people like that? He stared at his phone screen. He had been dialing Lena's number for about an hour, yet she kept ignoring it. "Fuck, Lena... answer your damn phone." He cursed and shut his eyes tightly. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening interrupted him. Mitch's eyes snapped open. Lena stood right there at the door. He hadn't expected her back so soon—if at all. With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself upright, ignoring the protest from his stiff neck. His gaze followed Lena as she stepped into the living room, and for a moment, he forgot how to
Finally, Tarzan was helping himself to some food while I sat beside him, admiring everything about my man. Hehe...my man. Every now and then, I caught his eyes drifting toward me. “What’s the matter?” “You are not eating?” he asked softly. I immediately shook my head. “No, I already ate… I told you… Coco came here and said I should refer to her as Damon… a man… and he brought these with him. Tarzan, I think your friend might be a rich man secretly.” “I figured it out too,” he replied calmly. “Wow… what business is he into?” “He’s a private bodyguard for some rich guy." I was shocked. He does look like it. Maybe Nurse Coco was his undercover identity. Before I could Tarzan more questions his voice cuts into my thoughts. "Can we not talk about Damon? Let’s talk about us, baby.” He said this and turned to me with a tongue lick that reminded me what that dangerous organ could do to my mental health. The air between us felt heavy with contentment. But after a few







