CHAPTER 2: His Rated-R Desire

 

"Take all of your clothes off and bend."

That was the first thing Ezekiel said to me as soon as I entered our bedroom. My lips dropped open in shock.

"Excuse me? Can't I take a bath first? My breath still stinks!" I retorted.

He turned to look at me, holding a glass of red wine. His hair was still wet, and he was only wearing a black bathrobe, as if he had been waiting for my arrival.

Is he always this horny? No wonder he wants me to come home just for sex!

"You will still have the same scent and taste, fresh or not."

"No!" I widened my eyes and quickly walked into the bathroom.

I undressed hastily and prioritized brushing my teeth before heading to the shower.

Ezekiel De Silva and I have been married for two years. He is the renowned owner of Esabella Green Holdings, often featured in the news for his immense wealth in the country.

My mother told me that he had an interest in me, and I held onto that when we got married. But who knows that I am just a replacement?

His treatment of me is not much different from that of the people who work for him. He's a dictator here in his mansion, telling me what to do, how to behave in certain manners, and giving me a salary for being his wife. I mean, who does that to the person you supposedly like? Especially to your wife!

We didn't even consummate our marriage during our honeymoon days. We only started having sex when we were both drunk about half a year ago.

He even told me that it's our responsibility as spouses to consummate once in a while. But God knows how he's addicted to ravishing my body to the point of impaling me the next day!

"I can't wait."

I was startled when I heard his voice from inside the bathroom! I quickly turned to look at him and gave him a glare.

"I'm taking a shower; please get out," I calmly told him.

He leaned against the bathroom door, arms crossed, his gaze filled with desire as he looked at my body.

Yeah, right. The look of desire is the only emotion I have ever seen besides his emotionless look.

"Serena..." he frowned. "You have lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you."

"So? Does my body look unattractive to you now?"

He pursed his lips. "I didn't say that."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the soap, rubbing it on my neck and arms while the water from the shower continued to pour over my body.

After a while, I felt him approaching me from behind until he reached my back.

I held my breath as he took the soap from my hand and slid it over my voluptuous breasts.

"Ezekiel." I tried to stop his hand, but he didn't allow it to happen. "Mmm..."

I felt his naked body pressing against my back, his hardened length included.

"Ah!" He pulled my body closer to his from behind, squeezing my breasts harder. "It hurts!"

"Your nipples look like they're enjoying my massage," he whispered in my ear.

There was something alluring about his seductive voice and his hot breath. My breathing became heavier, and I closed my eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased.

He moved his hand down to my waist, between my legs. At the same time, he kissed my earlobe, trailing down to my neck.

"Spread your legs apart, Serena," he paused his kissing to whisper.

I gasped and reluctantly obeyed. He immediately inserted his long middle finger into my womanhood, causing me to inhale sharply.

"Ah!" I couldn't help but moan and bit my lower lip to suppress it.

His finger moved inside me, in and out, repeatedly.

"Oh god! Oh!" It was hard to hold back the moans that escaped my lips.

"Now you feel good, my wife?"

He didn't stop, and he inserted two fingers inside. I gasped for air, but before I could moan loudly, he quickly covered my mouth!

I opened my eyes wide. He was kissing my lips passionately from behind.

I closed my eyes again and responded to him because of the pleasure that enveloped my entire body.

"Hmmm..." I breathed heavily, trying to control my breathing through my nose.

"Haa..." he momentarily pulled away to catch his breath before kissing me again.

The feeling of his hot tongue entwined with mine was incredibly pleasurable.

His chest also moved up and down with his heavy breathing. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart against my back due to what he was doing.

"Ah!" I was taken aback when he suddenly turned me around and pressed me against the wall.

He didn't separate our wet bodies as he continued to kiss my lips.

I couldn't match his aggressiveness with my own. But I didn't stop him, and I even embraced it.

He removed his fingers from my womanhood and started thrusting his hardened length inside me.

"Ah! Oh shit! Ahh!! You're so big, E-Ezekiel!"

"I know." He chuckled with heavy breathing. "You've already said it like a hundred times."

"Ahh!" I tightly gripped, scratching his broad and wet back. "H-Hundred times? Counting the times we've had sex—ohh! Ah!"

"I know." He keeps moving his hips and keeps on thrusting! "This is our thirteenth time."

"W-Why are you even counting—ahh! Oh god!!"

His length continued to enter and exit repeatedly. The sound of our bodies colliding and my uncontrollable moans echoed in the bathroom, along with his heavy breathing.

"Oh fuck! This feels so fucking good... ah!" He cursed several times while intensifying his movements inside me. "How I miss this... so badly."

I almost lost my sanity due to the pleasure he was giving me. I had long given up on denying that I enjoyed having sex with him.

Sex is amazing, and he is my first. He's the first man to ever wreck my virginity and keep ravishing my body all over again.

This is the only side of our marriage life that I actually enjoyed.

"Let's move this to bed."

"But I'm not done yet—ah!" I was surprised when he lifted me up as if I were a sack of rice and threw me onto our soft bed. "Ezekiel! I'm not finished showering yet! I haven't shampooed!"

"I'll wash you afterward."

"What?"

He lifted me up and threw me onto the bed before immediately mounting me!

"Wait!"

It was as if he didn't hear anything. He didn't care about me and only did what he wanted.

He spread my legs apart. My eyes widened when his head descended to kiss my womanhood.

"Ah! Ezekiel!" I screamed several times as he licked and inserted his tongue without any restraint. "Holy—ahh! Uhm... hmm! Ah!"

My hand tightly gripped the bedsheet, while the other one aggressively pulled his thick and wet hair.

"Ah... it feels so good!"

I looked up at the sparkling ceiling of our room and savored every sensation he was creating in my body. I couldn't help but let out moans with each movement of his tongue.

The deep thrusting of his tongue matched the rhythm of his heavy breathing. I could feel the quickening pace of his heartbeat against my back, fueled by his actions.

"Ezekiel..." I whimpered as my feet curled and my stomach twisted in response to his relentless tongue.

I couldn't resist the pleasure building up inside me any longer. It was overwhelming, and I didn't know where to direct my head!

Adding to the intensity was the sound of his own moans and the weight of his body pressing against mine.

"Serena..."

Both my feet and fingers clenched tightly as I reached the peak, unable to contain the pleasure before everything finally settled down.

***

The next morning, I woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window.

I rubbed my eyes with my fingers and slowly sat up.

"Ezekiel?"

I was immediately disappointed to find that he wasn't beside me in bed. I felt for any trace of warmth he might have left, but there was none. Perhaps he had already left for work.

That disappointment quickly faded and was replaced by a blank expression. I felt tired as I got up and headed to the bathroom.

I observed the marks he had left on my body and closed my eyes tightly.

"Why can't I seem to hate it—to hate him at all?"

I placed my hand over my chest.

My heart can't seem to stop beating for him after all.