Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it, kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

Every cell in Paul's body was activated as Nancy struggled beneath him. She cursed his name, and the more of a fuss she made, the more he longed to possess her.

He would never tell her about this, but he had an unspeakable dream about her the night before. In it, he pressed her under him and forced her to have sex with him over and over again. The dream had struck him as bizarre because he had neglected her for years. Lately, though, he had begun to feel dissatisfied, and it seemed that he only found what he wanted in his dreams; with her.

Paul laid down on Nancy and gnawed fiercely on her shoulder. She began to bleed, and as he dry-humped her buttocks, his desires were vented. She had never fought so hard, and her desperate wailing fueled his passion.

Eventually, it was not enough for Paul to dry-hump her, so he spread her legs and hiked up her ass so that he could fuck her from behind. She was unprepared, though. Her cunt was as dry as a desert, and he could not penetrate her. But he was not one to be easily deterred, though. He ordered her to friggle herself, and he watched patiently while she got her juices flowing.

Finally, Nancy was ready. Paul could tell by the sound her fingers were making as they went in and out.

"That's enough," he said, but just as he was about to try again, he noticed how small she was. She was so little that, compared to him, she looked like a helpless child. Paul frowned at this realization. He folded his larger hands over the backs of her hands, and he noticed how dainty her fingers were.

He remembered then that even her vag*na was small, and he pitied her. I cannot do this - he realized not to the mother of my child. He sighed as he stood up. His c*ck was standing at attention, waiting to go into battle, and he felt awkward with it between them.

When Nancy realized that she was not going to be forced, she clutched the sheets and shouted, "Get out of here! Get out of here! I don't want you here! I hate you!"

"Do you really want me to leave?" Paul asked. He didn't believe her. "Look at how wet you are... If you don't want me, why are you so wet?"

It was true that her body had responded to her masturbation, but that was no indication of where her head was at. The problem was that she didn't know how to get this message into Paul's head. Finally, all she could think to say was, "No, Paul. Just no..." and then she began to cry. He had never been gentle to her. From their first time until now, he had only been concerned with satisfying his perverted desires.

The first time he fucked her was on their wedding day. He put her through Hell that night, and when she woke up, there were bruises, scratches, and teeth marks all over her body, and she was in so much pain that she wanted to die. When she got out of bed, she could not stand, and she collapsed. She called out for help, but no one came, so she had to crawl to the phone. Only then was she able to call for help.

After that, she had not been able to get out of bed for two weeks, and she'd need help bathing and going to the toilet. Sex had gotten more comfortable over time, but she had never forgotten how he hurt her.

But Paul had no idea how she felt. He thought that she liked it rough and that all of her begging and screaming and yelling for him to stop was all a part of a game. Furthermore, he only had sex with her for one week out of every four, which gave her plenty of time to heal.

To have a child, Paul had sex with her when she was ovulating, and when she wasn't, he left her alone - and apart from the rough sex, he was generally kind to her. That all changed after Clark was born, though. He began to sleep with other women. He brought them to their marriage bed, and he treated her like a second-class citizen. Worse still, the women bullied Clark, and when the boy spoke up, his father pretended not to believe him.

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Paul showed no sign that he would be leaving, so Nancy laid on her stomach. She did not like him staring at her private parts. She looked forward to the day when he lost interest in her body. Only then would she be free.

Paul thought that the only reason Nancy was behaving this way was because of Noah, and his ire began to rise. He looked at her, and suddenly all that he saw was a wh*re. Without warning, he grabbed her by the ankles and yanked hard, pulling her half off the bed. Her feet touched the floor, and he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her face into the mattress. Then, with his free hand, he spread her legs, and this time, when the tip of his c*ck touched her vulva, he did not hesitate.

It hurts so much - Nancy thought as she woke up the next morning. Everything hurt, and if she had not known how she was hurt, she might have thought that she had been run over by a car. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. Everything was a mess. The sheets were stained from blood, and the smell of sex was strong, and their clothes were all over the place.

She picked her phone up off the nightstand, checked the time, and frowned. It was 10:30.. If she did not get a move on, she would be late for her appointment to choose her wedding photos.