No use arguing. I’m hard enough that I’m half-surprised I haven’t split the seam. My wires always did get crossed with anger and fucking. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late.” She strokes me slowly, a wicked grin curving her lips.
Again, trying to take control of this. Again, it’s far too tempting to let her.
Instead, I drop her on the bed.
She lets out a startled yip, but I’m already moving, grabbing her around the hips and flipping her onto her stomach. I drag her back until her feet meet the ground. This view isn’t any less distracting. She’s got a tight little ass that makes me want to…
I yank her panties down her legs, cursing a bit when she lifts her hips to help me. The heels keep her ass high in the air. I can’t quite stop myself from palming her, squeezing her flesh. She moans a bit and spreads her legs. “Now.”
It would be simple as fuck to free my cock and take her like this. Hard and fast. Part of the wedding preparations were both of us getting tested and her providing evidence she’s on birth control.
But a piece of paper is easy enough to forge. I’ve done it myself in the past, though not with this kind of shit. Marrying this woman is one thing. Having a child with her? The thought makes me take a step back.
I don’t want kids. I’m self-aware enough to know I’d be a shit parent. Fuck, look at all the horrific shit Pandora and I went through in that orphanage before Minos swept in like some fucked-up fairy godfather. Most importantly, I don’t even like kids. It’s not worth the risk that she’d trap me like this.
“Condom,” I manage.
Aphrodite huffs out a breath. “Now you’re just stalling.” She continues before I can tell her in no uncertain terms that I’m not fucking her without one. “Top drawer.”
I don’t ask how she knows that. It doesn’t matter. I stalk to the dresser and yank it open. Sure enough, there’s a sealed condom box there. I look it over, trying to think clearly even through the blood rushing through my head and cock. My concentration takes a nosedive when I glance at Aphrodite and find her hand between her thighs, working her pussy. I can see the glisten of her wetness coating her fingers from here.
Fuck this, I’m done waiting.
I tear open the package and rip one of the condoms off. It takes all of a few seconds to get my cock out and roll it down my length. I don’t take off the rest of my clothes. This situation is out of control enough without losing that last bit of a barrier. It’s already clear I won’t put Aphrodite in her place like this, but I’ll keep my word and consummate this sham of a marriage.
Back at the bed, I lift her hips higher and grab her hand. She tenses. “What…oh.” I press it to my cock, letting her feel the condom.
“You won’t trap me like this.”
She laughs, low and throaty. “As if I need to. We’re already married, Husband.”
She’s right. I hate that she’s right.
I knock her hand away and press against her entrance. Once again, Aphrodite doesn’t give me a chance to decide how I want to play this. She shoves back against me, sheathing me to the hilt.
A choked curse escapes despite my best efforts. She clamps around me, tight enough that I almost lose it right then and there. It’s been too long since I was with someone. That’s the only reason I’m in danger of coming so fast. It’s not because of the sexy as fuck flare of her waist that seems made for my hands. Or the way she tilts her hips up to take me deeper yet.
I grab her hips, holding us sealed together, as I fight for control. This is only the first battle in a war that might last years. I can’t let her defeat me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“One cock is as good as another.” The words are harsh, but her voice is too breathy to really pull it off. “You could be anyone.”
Smarter to think of it that way. To pretend she’s some stranger I will never have to see it again. To let myself enjoy this pleasure, even a little bit. Almost against my will, my attention lands on the diamond on her ring finger. This isn’t a stranger. This is my wife. I’d be a fool to forget that. “But I’m not just anyone, Wife. It’s your husband’s cock you’re about to come all over.” I thrust a little, vindicated when she gives a choked curse in response.
I really should know better by now. She’s not one to take any kind of dominance passively, because of fucking course she isn’t. She might be pinned on my cock, but that doesn’t stop her from wresting the control right out of my hands. “Yeah, I am about to come. No thanks to you,” she gasps. She still has her hand between her thighs, stroking her clit even as her pussy flutters around me. Little moans slip free, the sounds surprisingly sweet for such a vicious witch.