Shut up and spread your legs...

Lara

Hell! I felt so good, so fucking good that my whole body was convulsing.

My heartbeat was still erratic, my breathing was irregular, and from just activities with my fingers, my core was still throbbing.

I had just pleasured myself with the image of my ex, now my forbidden next-door neighbour in mind, and all I could say was? I couldn't wait to have him take me, f*ck me, ruin me, even if it meant sneaking out of the house when Derek was asleep.

The cold water was still falling on me, and my legs were still shaky from the orgasm, when a loud and insistent knock came on the door.

Instantly, I froze in place, and panic coursed through my veins in vicious precision.

Heavens! While fucking myself with my fingers, I had been moaning and shouting Ethan's name.

And although the shower was on, there was a chance that my husband might have heard me, calling another man while pleasuring myself.

F*ck! I hoped that that was not true.

Just the thought of it had my skin heating up with shame and my heartbeat faltering.

With every passing second, the knocking on the door became persistent and I quickened my pace, giving myself a rough rinse before wrapping the towel around my body and hurrying out.

"What were you doing in there, Lara?" When I opened the door, those were the words that Derek threw at my face, and judging from how mad he was, he must have been woken up by my moans.

" Sho..wering?" I stuttered, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

" Look at me and tell me what you were doing!" He commanded, and before I could react, he ruthlessly pulled me, leading us towards the bed.

In one swift move, he flagged me on our bed, and if it was in the past, probably, a day earlier, I would have been excited, knowing that he was finally going to touch me.

But now, after reconnecting with Ethan, then recalling how Derek had treated me with undisguised hatred for the last two years, my skin crawled from just the thought of him touching me.

"Were you fucking yourself?" He questioned, the contempt in his voice hardly concealed and no matter how hard I tried to brush it off, that still stung.

Yes, mine and Derek's union wasn't stemmed from love, but we weren't supposed to be enemies either.

If anything, we were supposed to treat each other with mutual respect and understanding.

And for the first few months after our wedding, things were cordial between us, at most.

The shift had occurred on our first wedding anniversary. And while I sincerely didn't know what had changed, I had tried my best to be the supportive wife, to be patient.

But after waiting for so long without any changes, anyone would give up and I had reached my limit.

" Yes," I admitted, a streak of stubbornness colouring my eyes. To my words, more contempt painted his face, and at that moment, I couldn't be bothered by it.

" Have you no shame, Lara?" He snapped, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

" How desperate are you, to resort to such uncouth ways?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused, and I rose from the bed, slowly letting the towel slide from my body.

" That's how much I craved a f*ck, Derek."

" I craved the stretch, the feeling of something strong, mighty, moving in and outside of me, so much that I had to finger myself. " I whispered, this time to his ears, deliberately letting my breasts rub into his exposed skin, and I watched with satisfaction as his face darkened.

" A wife has to beg for a f*ck, while the husband is here. Isn't that more shameful, Derek?" I asked, as my eyes travelled to his groin, and I saw him shift, uncomfortably.

He might not have wanted me, but his d*ck did. It was hard and erect, after all. Looking at it, under the briefs, I couldn't help but compare it mentally with Ethan's.

And my thighs clenched when I thought of how it would feel like to have Ethan buried deep inside me, after four years.

" Derek, it's okay if you don't want me, you don't love me," I whispered, taking a step away from him...From his reaction, it was obvious that our marriage was beyond saving. So, why waste each other's time?

" We have already been married for four years. But clearly, this marriage is not working"

" Why don't we save each other's dignity and file for a divorce?" I asked, traces of fatigue evident in my voice.

And right before my words could land, Derek's hand was already wrapped around my neck.

A foreign storm was raging in his eyes.

For the years that we had been together, it was the first time that I was seeing him that mad.

" What did you just say?" He asked, his hold on my neck tightening.

" You are asking for a divorce because of sex?"

" I have given you everything. The title of Mrs Tate, a name and a home. Do you know the meaning of the word gratitude?" He spat, as he ruthlessly let go of my neck and I fell into a coughing frenzy, hungrily taking in sharp inhales to ease the suffocation.

He almost killed me.

" You can't wait to whore around, can you?"

" You are such a slut, Lara!"

" In the Tates family, we don't talk about divorce. "

" You will continue being my wife, and you will take whatever I give you, and you must act grateful."

With that, he shot me one last condescending glare before he went into the bathroom.

I remained in a daze as I watched his retreating back.

The sound of water running in the bathroom had just hit my senses when a soft knock came at the door.

And with shaky hands, I wrapped the towel around my body before I made slow steps to the door.

We weren't expecting anyone. It was around four in the morning..

" Lara?" I had just opened the bedroom door when I came face-to-face with Ethan.

He had a birthrode on, the sash loosely tied, and his whole chest was left in display.

" I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about you." He whispered, as he pushed me inside the room.

" Where is your husband?" He asked, his voice hushed, and I nodded towards the bathroom. The water was still running.

" Good."He bit on my earlobe as he whispered.

"Because I want to ruin you, now..."

" Be a good girl..."

" Go to his bed,"

" Shut your mouth and spread your legs.."