Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“See? Bullshit. You love me, why else would you agree to marry me?”
She looks uncertain for the briefest moment.
“I told you, I don’t know. Let’s just think of it as temporary insanity, okay?”
“We belong together,” I growl, ignoring her. “That’s why you agreed to marry me. You know as well as I do, you’re just too damn stubborn to admit it.”
“People don’t belong together Anton. I think you’ve been reading one too many fairy tales. Let’s be clear babe, this isn’t a Cinderella story. We’re not gonna ride off into the sunset, I won’t be your little princess, and I damn sure am not gonna move into a castle with you and your fucking psychotic mother.”
I growl in response. Not about my mother—that part, at least, is pretty accurate. The rest though, makes me grind my teeth in anger.
“If I wanted a little princess, I’d damn sure have one by now. I only want you, you crazy bitch, and you want me too!”
She lets out that laugh again, more insult than humor.
“Right. Just me, huh, is that why you married someone else?” She chuckles, “How is your wife anyway?”
“What are you—”
“No, enough. This way fun Anton. Really, it was. But we’re over. I don’t care how many fancy cars you drag me into, we’re done. Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to accept it.”
“Percy, just fucking listen to me—”
The car travels over a bump in the road and it tousles us around in the back seat. Percy’s already pissed off at me, and the sudden movement doesn’t help. She lashes out.
“Pull over!” she yells, this time directing her anger at Paul, who’s done nothing wrong this entire time. I know he’s conflicted. Percy is terrifying when she’s pissed to most people.
But he continues to stare ahead, as unblinking as Percy was a moment before.
“I swear to God,” she yells. “If you don’t pull this car over, I’m gonna take that stupid hat off your head and ram it down your throat.”
Now, Paul’s a pretty unshakable guy; it’s one of the reasons we get along so well. However, at Percy’s threat, even he cringes a bit.
I don’t really blame him.
Most men don’t know how to handle Persephone Owens’ rage like I do.
I grab her face with both hands, turning her to face me.
“Wife, Percy,” I demand as she claws at my fingers, “You’re not making any sense. Who do you think my wife is?”
Her nails bite into my hand a second more. Just as I’m about to release her, I feel them fall away.
She sits very still, eyes taking on a far away look.
“Percy?” I ask.
“Oh no,” she gasps.
“Percy, what’s wrong?”
I watch her eyes roam around the interior of the limo, taking it all in.
“You son of a bitch,” she says distantly. “I remember…”
And then, it begins.
22
Percy
Saturday 1:07 Am
Everything’s fucking white. The entire world’s gone ten shades paler like someone drew the damn shades in front of me.
All I can make out are blurry outlines—dark shapes that seem to hover somewhere in the distance.
Something tickles my nose, and I fight the urge to scratch it.
Strange.
I don’t dwell long on the sensation, though. At the moment, I’m more than a little distracted by the cock currently ramming away inside of me.
“Fuck yes!” I scream, grinding my pussy harder against it.
I’m currently in pretty much my favorite place on earth: cervix deep around a truly massive cock, riding it like a fucking jockey.
Pun most definitely intended.
Like, when people talk about paradise or heaven, this is exactly what I imagine. No exhaustion, no bullshit morality—just a never-ending fuck fest, with me on top, of course.
Sign me up for that slice of paradise.
I arch my back as the guy underneath me raises his hips higher, shooting fucking fire through me. My head slams hard into something solid as I rise.
“Oof!”
The sounds of my own laughter echoes around me.
“Are you okay?” the blurry outline with the huge dick asks.
“I’m sooo good,” I say, resting my hands against his chest for support.
Something flashes up me as I do. Bright light hits me directly in one eye. I lean in slightly, inspecting the source of the shimmer.
Oh, right, I think, watching the way the ring sparkles brilliantly on my finger.
That’s going to take some getting used to.
There’s a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can’t attribute entirely to what’s going on in my cunt right now. I feel it building up inside me, seeming to migrate to my chest.
It’s familiar, but somehow, I can’t seem to place it.
Heartburn?
No, that’s not it.
Large hands rise up in front of me, reaching slowly for my bouncing tits. I feel them rub roughly across my nipples, caressing through the paper-thin lace that’s barely covering me.
“Can you even see?” he asks below me, laughing at some joke I’m clearly not in on.
“I haven’t been able to see all night,” I answer, still doing my best to shove him deeper into me.
He laughs again. “Well, maybe if we got this out of the way.”
A hand leaves my tit, reaching up past it. Suddenly, the veil lifts from my eyes. Funny enough, I totally mean that literally.
He lifts my veil, chuckling as he throws it back over my head.
The soft white lace cascades down my back to pool on the seat, my vision improving immediately.
Well, fuck, that’s helpful.
I glance around at the car; everything’s still painted dimly at this hour of night.
“Why thank you, sir,” I drawl, doing my best Becky impression.
“You’re very welcome,” he says, reaching around to grab me by the ass.
I reach behind me as well, my hand closing over his to push his fingers harder against me. I don’t let go until I feel the bite of his fingernails.
I suck in a breath at the spark of pain.
“Mmm, like that?” he asks, squeezing harder.
I moan in answer, clenching myself tighter around his cock.
“Come here,” he says, voice raspy with pleasure.
He reaches up to my neck, guiding me down toward his mouth. The shadows pool across his face, blinding me even now, my eyes still adjusting to the dark.
His lips crash against mine, tongue probing deep inside my mouth.
The kiss sends that same strange warmth rushing down my throat. Sparks of something other than lust flicker inside of me.
“Fuck, Percy.” He moans as I pull back, staring hard into his obscured face.
I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to look at him—really look at him. To see him looking back at me.
I focus hard, willing my eyes to cooperate.
The dark evaporates slowly, stubbornly refusing to disappear. After a few more moments, though, shapes start to emerge.
His nose, his eyes, and finally his lips.
As I stare, they pull back into a wide grin.
“What?” Anton asks, smiling up at me.
“Nothing,” I answer, wearing my own grin. “Just looking at you.”
He laughs, pulling me down into another fiery kiss.
“Well, good thing you like looking at me,” he says. “You’ll be doing a lot of it, Mrs. Lanteri.”
“You bet your ass I will, Mr. Lanteri.”
He sits up quickly, his hands grasping at the thin white lace of my lingerie. With a single solid tug, he tears the fabric apart.
My tits spill out toward him, greeted immediately by his mouth.
I wrap my fingers into his hair, pulling hard while he sucks roughly at my hardened nipples.
“Fuck, I love you!” I shout, riding him like the world’s about to end. I’m amazed how easily the words come; they feel so right rolling off my tongue.
“I love you, too, Percy,” he answers, lips parting from my nipple.
I pull even harder at his hair, tilting and forcing his head back, crushing my lips to his. This kiss is totally about lust.
I may love the man, but I’m not about to make love to him.
Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I’m giving up on rough sex. No fucking way.
I pull his lip between my teeth, biting down like he’s the world’s sexiest steak—just my way of reminding him how things are between us.
“Fuck, Percy!” he yells, looking super irritated when I laugh.
“That’s right,” I say, grinding myself onto his throbbing cock. “Fuck me, Anton.”
He does. He shoves himself so deep into me it hurts in the absolute best way.
I moan in ecstasy, driving myself ever harder against him.
I feel myself getting close, my pussy clamping down around his cock. My husband’s cock.
Fuck, that’s wild.
I lean back, looking at him in amazement.
Honestly, I really think I could look at that face for the rest of my life and actually be happy to do so. Fucking weird, I know.
His fingers dig into my ass again as mine tug roughly at his hair.
I reach out quickly, hand sailing through the air toward him.
Slap!
Seriously, it’s surprisingly loud.
Shock crosses his face, anger quick on its heels.
I’m not sure exactly what I’m expecting him to do with that, but his palm smacking hard against my cheek the next second certainly isn’t it.
My face stings terribly as he pulls his hand away.
God, it’s been a while since I was slapped. I honestly forgot how good it hurts.
I look down to find him smiling widely up at me.
In this moment, I’m absolutely certain that I married the right man.
My face continues to throb as I come, screaming his name the entire time.
23
Anton
Saturday 1:16 Am
“Oh god, Anton!” Percy screams, jamming herself harder against me as she comes all over my thick, throbbing cock.
Her tits bounce wildly with her rhythm, her fingernails digging deep grooves into my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if it looked like I got mauled by a cat when we’re done.
“That’s right, come for me. Come all over me, Percy!”
This may be one of the only instances in which Percy will actually blindly obey. I can force her to with some work, but even her stubborn pride won’t get in the way of an orgasm.
“Fuck!” she screams one last time, her pussy so tight around me I’m afraid I’ll burst.
Her body shakes with the intensity, muscles growing taut, head flying back in sheer pleasure.
The sight alone makes me wanna lose it myself. I have to take a couple of deep breaths to cool myself down from the heat of the moment.
Something about Percy coming all over her wedding veil, and the way my ring fits snugly around her finger, drives me absolutely insane.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so sexy.
Her body begins to relax, her movements slowing. She grinds herself leisurely against me, eking out the last vestiges of her orgasm.
Persephone fucking Lanteri. God, that shit has such a great ring to it.
I reach up to touch her, my fingers running into her golden hair. I grip hard as her body stills, pulling her down into another passionate kiss.
She smiles as our lips part, her eyes tracing down to the soaked bottom half of my shirt.
“Your turn, husband.”
The sound of the word rolling off her lips makes my cock throb even harder. I groan as she lifts herself, her pussy sliding off with exaggerated slowness.
Sex with Percy is so fucking over the top. She makes every move matter, and she knows exactly how to get to me with her wild but sensual tone.
“Bend over,” I order.
She raises an eyebrow at the command. Like I said, she’s not one to take orders.
“Is that what a good little wife would do?” she asks in a meek voice. I know she’s being a smart ass right now, but the whole Betty Boop thing’s really doing it for me.
“You bet that ass it is,” I say, giving it a playful smack.
She moans and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she turns, lowering herself to her hands and knees.
“Like this?” she asks, still in character, now wagging her ass in my face and taunting me.
Her voice is dripping with sarcasm, but I choose to ignore it, my throbbing cock overruling every other consideration.
Percy is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought it the moment we met, and I’m even more convinced of it now.
From every angle, in every situation, she’s absolutely radiant. Even taking that into consideration, though, there’s something really exceptional about my view right now.
With her bent over in front of me, soaked pussy on display and ass that you just wanna take a bite out of, I can hardly breathe.
I discount her faux submission—knowing full well I’m going to rock her fucking world, submitted or not—and rise to my knees behind her.
I run my hands slowly up her ass, raking my nails across it as I slide them back down. Her sharp intake of breath only encourages me.
I lean over her, my mouth a hairsbreadth from her ear.
“Yes, just like that.”
She laughs—not a meek laugh, but her usual chiming chuckle. Normally, that laugh stirs me to life. Now, though, I know it means she’s had enough of playing submissive.
Any second now she’ll turn around and tell me to go fuck myself.
I beat her to the punch.
Before she can ruin the illusion, I’m on her, sliding my engorged cock right into her slick little cunt.
She gasps in front of me, her body tensing slightly in response.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, pushing readily against me.
I hear the scraping sound of her nails digging into the upholstery and thrust harder, hearing her answering cry.
I reach forward to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her back toward me. When she’s half upright, I use the opportunity to reach around, rubbing roughly at her clit.
“Do you like that?” I ask her, my voice a near growl.
She moans in response.
“Tell me.”
She hesitates only for a moment.
“I like it,” she says.
I shove myself deeper into her.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she shouts. She pauses for a second but finally really admits it. “Okay, I fucking love it!”
I chuckle against the back of her head.
“Call me your husband again,” I command, releasing her head.
She falls back onto all fours, whimpering as I drive my cock relentlessly into her.
“Anton Lanteri, you’re my husband!” she moans.
“And you?”
“Oh, fuck, Anton, just like that!”
I oblige, continuing my rhythm like a good husband would. Still, I have my conditions.
“And you, Percy?”
“And I’m your wife!” she cries, jamming her pussy harder against me.
I feel her getting close again, her body tensing tightly, her cunt tightening around my cock.
I’m right there with her, getting closer by the moment.
“Tell me you belong to me!” I order, increasing my speed and driving myself even deeper into her.
“Anton—”
“Say it, Percy.”
“Oh god, yes! Yes, I belong to you!”
She loses it before the sentence is eve
n out, her cunt locking firmly around me.
“I’m coming!” she screams.
The sensations of her orgasm bring mine rushing through me as well, my cock pounding into her.
My cum fountains inside of her, coating her already drenched pussy.
We cry out as one, our voices echoing around the closed space of the car.
Slowly, we grind to a halt, first taking a few moments to bask in the feel of each other. When our bodies finally still, we’re both breathing hard from the exertion.
I pull myself out of her slowly, hearing her gasp as I do.
With a sigh of complete contentment, I collapse back against the seat, watching as she rights herself.
She turns to face me, a smile gracing her lips.
“Well, husband,” she says, crawling over to me. “If you keep fucking me like that, this might just work out.”
I laugh as she curls against me, her head lowering to my chest.
“Is there any other way?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” She giggles. “But I guess I’ll never have to worry about that again.”
“You most certainly will not.”
I lean my head forward, softly pressing my lips to the back of her head.
I breathe her in, the smell of roses washing across my senses. It mingles with a smell that is unarguably Percy—a scent so tantalizing, no perfume could ever compete.
I swear to God, if they could somehow bottle the woman’s pheromones, they’d have a genuine love potion on their hands.
At least, they’ve always had that effect on me.
“I love you, wife,” I say, my mouth still pressed against her hair.
“I love you, too, husband.” She sighs.
Sweeter words have never been spoken.
24
Percy
Saturday 2:30 Pm
“Are you okay, Perce?” he asks, letting his hands fall away from my face.
I don’t even know how to answer that. After what I’ve just relived, I’m pretty fucking far from okay.
I sit silently for a long moment, images of last night still twirling through my head. The words we exchanged are still fresh in my mind.
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