Claiming His Wife (Unlikely Love) (13 page)

“I want to fuck and not care.”

She stopped
, not having expected
the answer she got. “What?”

“You heard me. I want you on your knees with that sweet ass in the air. I want to sink my cock so deep inside you and fuck you hard.”

Her body tightened at the image. She licked her lips. “Then do it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If that’s what you need, then do it.”

He stared at her a few seconds as if she’d lost her mind. “Strip.”

Opal worked the buttons on her blouse, then pulled it off her shoulders, followed by her bra and panties. When she looked up, Tony was already naked, and he stood watching her, one of his hands wanking his cock.

“You see what you do to me?” he said. She couldn’t take her gaze away from the beauty of his erection. The way he got hard whenever she was around, delighted her. “Come here, and get on your knees with your ass in the air.”

Opal did as he told her. She walked over to him and went down on her knees. Her head rested on her arm on the floor. She heard some movement and knew he’d gotten down on his knees as well.

“You look so open and ready for me. Are you wet, Petal?” He ran a finger down her slit. She let out a moan as he pressed a finger inside her cunt. “You’re still so fucking tight. I’ll never get tired of sinking my cock inside your tight pussy.” He added a second finger. Suddenly, he brought his fingers between her ass cheeks. She yelped as he pressed a single digit against her ass.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then relax and let me please you.”

Taking a breath, she rested her head back on her hands. His hands landed hard on her ass. She jumped from the small bite of pain, but it was nothing to scare her.

“I want you, Opal.”

“Then have me.”

He applied some pressure on her forbidden hole. She bit her lip as she felt full. His finger slid in past her ass. Opal released the breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “I’m not going to fuck you here, Petal.”

She released a sigh of relief. The fullness from his finger alone was more than enough for her.

With his finger in her ass, she imagined he grabbed his cock with his free hand as he began to rub his shaft along her slit. Rubbing the tip against her clit. Opal moaned as her pussy and ass tightened.

“I’m going to fuck you, Petal.” He pushed his cock inside her and then slammed in the rest of the way. His finger pulled out of her ass as his hands took hold of her lips. Up until that point, Tony had been gentle.
Now the
way he used her body wasn’t gentle. The hands on her hips were so tight she knew they’d leave bruises behind. Her body didn’t have time to accommodate him, so after the first initial thrust it took her some time to get accustomed to his length inside her. At first she couldn’t feel anything but the pain from his penetration. She bit her lip, and with time she was pushing back. Meeting him thrust for thrust. Tony was gone. He flipped her over, holding her ankles as he fucked her harder and faster. She held on as his pounding took her over the edge. He was relentless in his pursuit. Each push and grind drove her further and further into the abyss. 

Opal screamed as her third release swept through her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath as he turned her to her side and pounded her.

He went on for ages, and Opal knew he was expelling his demons. Not that she could complain. He brought her to climax a few more times before he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Chapter Fifteen

The sun was shining down on them, and Opal opened her eyes, frowning. Her back hurt, and as she rolled over she saw she’d slept on the floor. Moaning in pain, she winced as her protesting muscles gave way.

“I’m a fucking animal,” he said.

She glanced in the corner to see Tony already dressed. She stared down at her body. Bruises dotted her hips, stomach and legs. Her breasts were tender, and her head hurt.

“What?” Last night had been intense, but she didn’t regret what happened.

“I lose control, and this is what I do to you. I didn’t even get you ready before I was fucking your cunt.”

“Tony. I don’t understand.”

“You married a monster. The only thing I did last night was rape you. I should be hung and shot for what I did.”

“Tony. You didn’t rape me. I came to you willingly.”

He walked over, took hold of her arm and marched her to the mirror. “Tony, don’t.” She cried as he held her in front of the mirror for her to see the damage he’d caused.

“Look at the bruises and your
...
your legs.”

There were a few spots of blood on her thighs. Opal stared into his eyes. He looked hysterical.

“Tony, this doesn’t matter. I’m fine.”

“You’re fine. You’re struggling to walk. This is why I never should have married you. I should have told you to marry that fucker. You’d have been better off with him than with me.”

“Don’t say that. I love you. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with you.”

“Shut up, Opal. I’m a monster, and if you stay with me this is only going to get worse. Fuck, Richard was right. I should have let you go.”

Tears poured down her face as her throat burned. Her heart felt like it was being ripped in two. Tony stormed away. She stared one last time at her reflection. During their love-making she hadn’t thought about what he’d think. This was a nightmare. She’d been there for him, and this was how he repaid her?

Taking hold of the robe, she wrapped it round her body. As she took a step, she realized Tony wasn’t wrong; her body protested. She bit down on her teeth. Tony was grabbing his coat when she walked back into the sitting room.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Far away from you. You’ll get your divorce, and you’ll be free of me.”

“I don’t want to be free of you.”

“Tough. Because I swear to God, Opal, I would rather see you happy with another man than be tied to a man who could rape you and enjoy it.”

He stormed out of the house.

“You didn’t fucking rape me,” she screamed out at the empty room before slumping to the floor. She cried out for the man who hours ago had been all hers.

****

Tony felt the bile rising up in his throat. He grabbed his car and drove, breaking every speed limit he could find. The picture of Opal, bruised and in pain was driving him crazy. He’d been the one to cause that. When she’d come to him, he should have pushed her away. His hands tightened on the wheel as he raced his car. She deserved better.

After an hour spent driving, he stopped off at a liquor store and bought their strongest whiskey. He needed to get her out of his mind. The store owner frowned at him but gave him the alcohol. The only way he knew to drown his sorrows was at the bottom of every bottle he drank. The receptionist at the hotel he’d bought was baffled when she gave him a key card. Tony ignored her and went to the elevator. The moment he walked into his suite, he went straight to the drinks cabinet.

He didn’t read the label. Every bottle he tipped back and emptied the contents into his mouth. The numbing didn’t happen until he was on the second full bottle of scotch. Opening his wallet he took the picture out of Opal.

As always, he’d been a bastard, and she didn’t deserve it.

The hours wore on until night fell. No one would know where he was other than the hotel. He wondered how his wife was doing.

Staring down at the emptiness of the bottle he suddenly felt the emptiness of his life. The only good part about him was Opal. His petal. His flower. The tears he kept inside fell from his eyes. He was silent in his grief.

He thought about the divorce papers landing on his desk. Opal out of his life would be the biggest mistake he ever made. Standing up, he stared into the mirror. When he looked at his reflection, he saw the wonder in Opal’s eyes as he took her virginity. The way she laughed when he teased her.

Biting his lip, he saw the way she said the words “I love you”. The one person who meant the world to him, besides his friends, was the one person he’d treated like shit.

Flipping open his phone, he called a boutique. Once the alcohol had worn off he’d go and beg her to forgive him. He would never manhandle her again. When the call finished even in his drunken haze he saw the mess. Forgetting about the clean up, he removed his clothes as he got into bed. He wanted Opal. Claiming her and shouting it to the rooftops was what she deserved. He smiled as he thought about her surprise when she got it tomorrow. Nothing could go wrong. He was Tony Hunt, and Tony Hunt was one hundred percent in love with his wife.

Chapter Sixteen

She was on the verge of calling a search party when the delivery came. The man on the doorstep wouldn’t leave until she read the card.

I’m an asshole, but I love you. Please, forgive me. T x

Opal smiled as she read the card with the white roses once again. Tony was turning out to be a true romantic, and she overlooked the asshole part. She placed the flowers in a vase. He’d been working hard just recently. Spending more time at the office over some new take-over bid or something. She didn’t know everything about his work, but it could explain the reason he had gone off the deep end the day before.

Changing out of her house clothes, she picked a floral pink dress with no underwear. He loved it when she did what he liked. She guessed most men enjoyed it. Taking the directions to where he was staying from the card he had sent, she called a cab.

The drive was a short one. She’d been up early for the delivery at seven. Rubbing her hands together, her heart rate increased as she saw the sign for the hotel he’d told her to go to. She thanked the driver, paying him a tip before she got out.

The man at the hotel desk smiled at her. She took the key card then went over to the elevator.

“Penthouse suite, please.”

The bell pinged, and they were travelling up the lift. Opal smiled and brushed a lock of her hair out of the way. Tony had asked for her to leave it long.

“Are you sure you want to stop here, Miss?” the man asked.

“Yes. Thank you for your time.” She tipped him and went through. She pressed the key card through the door. Opal knew in her heart she should be angry from his outburst the night before. How could she be mad at the man she’d been in love with half her life? What had started out as a school-girl crush had quickly developed into the all consuming love she felt for him now.

The door opened. She walked inside, closed the door. When she turned to view the room, she was shocked by what she found. Small liquor bottles covered every surface. The entire sitting area was a mess. He must have been upset from the way he’d treated her.

Licking her lips, she picked up the nearest bin and began filling it with the empty shot glasses. Some snacks had been thrown around. The files he’d once shown her about his possessive side were littered everywhere. These were the documents where updates were made on her whereabouts. He’d always been there in the background looking out for her.

Opal came to a stop when she saw his clothes leading out of the room. What made her heart stop were the other clothes mingled with his.

The last time she checked, Tony didn’t have a thong fetish. Still in her coat, she moved closer to the room where the clothes ended.

She stood outside the white panel door, her heart practically beating out of her chest, the nerves making her hand shake. She reached out and pushed the door open. The quality of the hotel meant no noise was made from her opening the barrier.

Frozen still, she glanced at the bed and died on the spot.

Every loving word meant nothing when she saw who lay on the bed. Were the card and the flowers a sick joke?

Tony lay in the bed, and so, too, did Rita Brooke. The woman he’d been seeing before her. The model who was everything she was not. His arm lay on the woman’s breast. His knee between her legs. They looked happy in sleep.