CHAPTER 2

I got no answer from Navid. Instead, his jaws only tightened. Even the veins on his neck were already visible. And it made him hotter in my eyes. And my desire to be fucked by him only intensified.

He once again thrust his throbbing manhood into my waiting tunnel. And in one swift thrust, he fully inserted his throbbing masculinity into my femininity, which almost made me lose my sanity.

The pleasure of his cock being inside me was so delicious and so good that I couldn't help but wrap my legs around his waist, causing his masculinity to sink deeper into me.

A pleasurable moan escaped my mouth. And when he pushed his cock deeper inside of me, I couldn't stop myself anymore. I clung to his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

But Navid violently took my two hands that were on his neck. He pinned both of my hands above my head. I swallowed when I saw the anger in his eyes.

I quickly chastised myself. Stupid, Elle! You shouldn't have done that!

"I'm sorry, Navid. I didn't—"

"I already told you not to touch me!" He said angrily as his sharp eyes stared at me. "You will be punished."

My heart rate doubled because of what he said. Not because of fear, but because of excitement. My already wet womanhood got even more wet.

Slut. That's what Navid calls me whenever he's drunk or mad. And maybe he's right. Maybe I really am a slut—a slut that is only for him because I don't have any other man to give my body to, if not my husband. Only Navid.

While still pinning my hands, one of his hands went down to my left breast. He caressed my breast, particularly my erect nipple. He lightly squeezed my nipple, which made me moan.

I wanted to moan, but I chose to keep quiet because he might lose interest in me and choose to leave.

After he squeezed my nipple, I was shocked and gasped when he gave my nipple a slap.

It was a little rough, but also a little gentle. I don't even know how to explain it, but what he did to my nipple just made my pussy clench. And it is not because of pain.

And Navid seemed to like that. He did the same thing to my right nipple, and my pussy clenched even more. He did it all over again until both my breasts were red. I felt the pain and the sting. My eyes were watering, but I held back from crying.

I will never show him how I cry. Never.

I thought he wouldn’t do anything anymore. So I was so surprised when he went over and gave my breasts a gentle lick. He gently licked the places that he slapped. He gently licked the parts of my breasts that were already red, which was done by him. After licking, he gently sucked my left nipple, and it made me suck my own breath. The sucking he did was too gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting me again, which I know is not true. He did the same thing to my right nipple.

And while he alternately paid attention to both of my breasts, his hips also started moving back and forth.

His every thrust was so deep and full of force that I couldn't stop myself from moaning so loudly.

"Ohhh!" I couldn't help myself; a loud moan escaped my lips as I felt Navid's masculinity hit a tickling and electrifying part of my femininity.

My fists clenched tightly. The pleasure was too much for me to take, and I know I won't last long.

One of his hands went to my waist and held it tightly as he continued to thrust.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" I grunted one after another as his strong thrusts did not stop. I feel like the sensation Navid is giving me is going to drive me crazy.

I felt his masculinity seem to grow even more inside me. It seems that even he can't stop himself.

From my breasts rose his head. He straightened his back and let go of the hands that he was holding, and instead, his hand went to the other side of my waist. He stared at me intently, and I did the same. My desire grew stronger as I stared at him. He looked majestic; he looked like a god. The God of sex who's ready to drive me crazy at any moment.

"Navid..." I said his name once more.

His jaws clenched again, and his eyes burned with lust. His two hands gripped my waist even tighter. I felt his fingers digging on my flesh, but instead of hurting me, my femininity got wet even more.

And my eyes were widening and my mouth was agape when Navid’s thrust suddenly became stronger and more powerful. It also became continuous, not stopping or even taking a pause.

I wanted to look at him. I didn't want to take my eyes off of him even for a moment, but I couldn't help but close my eyes as I felt the shaking pleasure that each of his thrusts gave me.

"Ohh! Ohh! Navid… Ohh!"

I can feel it. I know I am near my limits.

My one hand that was above my head couldn't stop holding Navid's hand that was firmly on my waist. I don't care anymore what his reaction will be because of the way I touched him. My mind was so filled with lust that I lost interest in what was happening and what else would happen tonight.

My hand tightened on his hand that was on my waist, while my other hand, which was above my head, tightly held the bed cover.

Navid continues to ram his cock inside me with his eyes closed and his mouth open. As for me, I finally reached my climax. My thighs stiffened, and my toes dug into the bed as I orgasmed.

Navid quickly followed, making a few more thrusts before he took his manhood from my womanhood, and his palm continued to rub his manhood until he finally came as he groaned wildly like the beast that he is.

A few minutes passed after Navid came, and I was still silent. I want to talk to him, but I choose to keep quiet because I know he doesn't want to listen to me.

When Navid's breathing seemed to return to normal, only then did he leave the bed. I just followed him with my eyes as he picked up his stripped clothes, which were scattered on the floor.

After he picked up all his clothes, he left the room without looking back, leaving me without saying even a single word.

When he closed the door of what should have been our bedroom, my eyes went to the ceiling, and I took a deep breath.

It's like my heart was being crushed by the pain. I want to cry, but my eyes won't cooperate. It seems that my own eyes were already tired of crying

I shook my head sadly.

When will I get used to this situation between my husband and me?

When I felt that the strength in my legs had returned, I stood up. My eyes went to my stomach, where the trace of Navid's orgasm was still there.

I gently touched his semen. How I wished he could cum inside me and make me pregnant. But I knew that my wish was something unreachable.

He couldn't even accept the fact that we were living in the same house, never mind the possibility of having children with me?

I took a deep breath again, and I tried to encourage myself.

"You can do it, Elle. He's your husband, and you love him. You won't give up on him,” I told myself, then I took another deep breath and smiled.

This marriage was one hell of a fight. My husband was one hell of a beast and a heartbreaker. But I was one hell of a fighter, and I wouldn't back down easily.

Never.