Chapter 266

ALINA

He aligned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against my slick folds, teasing my entrance with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

He was savoring it — dragging it out like the smug asshole he was, stretching me open inch by inch.

“Fuck you, asshole — move faster,” I snarled, nails digging into the sheets as I tried to push back against him.

My voice came out sharp, laced with fury, but I hated the breathy edge underneath it.

“And show me how fucking sorry you are. Or is that too much to ask from a man who thinks pink suits fix betrayal?”

“As you wish, Your Highness,” he growled, voice dark and rough with amusement.

“Let me fuck the attitude right out of you.”

And then he slammed in hard.

I moaned, loud and throaty, my back arching as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

The stretch was overwhelming — thick, hot, perfect — and I hated how good it felt.

I clenched my ass around him like a vice, squeezing his cock as tightly as I could, trying to regain some control.

He hissed through his teeth but didn’t hesitate.

His hips snapped back and drove forward again, harder this time, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room like gunfire.

Each punishing thrust rocked me forward, my breasts bouncing, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I tried to hold onto my anger.

But he wasn’t letting me.

He fucked me like he was trying to prove a point — deep, relentless strokes that hit that perfect spot inside me over and over, making my moans spill out despite myself.

Every time I tried to snap something angry at him, another brutal thrust knocked the words right out of my mouth.

I was pissed.

I was soaked.

And I was losing the fight to pretend I wasn’t enjoying every second of it.

He set a punishing rhythm — pulling out until only the thick head of his cock stretched my entrance, then slamming back in to the hilt with a brutal snap of his hips. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs and sent sparks shooting up my spine.

My tits bounced heavily against the mattress, nipples dragging raw against the sheets in a friction so sharp it made my toes curl.

My clit ground against the edge of the bed with every punishing drive, the pressure building higher and higher until I was shaking.

“Yes— yes—” I gasped, pushing back to meet him, chasing that brutal pleasure even while I hated myself for it.

“Harder, you bastard. If you’re going to fuck me like you own me, then actually fuck me like you mean it.”

Alexander let out a low, filthy chuckle that vibrated against my back.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you properly, wife,” he growled, voice dark and dripping with arrogance.

"I'm going to fuck this angry little ass until you can't even remember why you were mad at me. You want it harder? Beg for it properly. Tell me how much this greedy cunt needs its owner's cock."

He gripped my hips harder, fingers digging into my flesh, and drove into me with a savage thrust that made me cry out.

The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room as he fucked me deeper, harder, his thick cock driving into my ass with brutal precision.

Every thrust hit that devastating spot inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl, turning my brain into static.

“Like that?” he taunted, leaning over me so his chest pressed flush against my back, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.

His hips never stopped their punishing rhythm, grinding deep before pulling back and slamming in again.

“Or do you need me to ruin you completely?”

I moaned loudly, the sound broken and desperate, my fingers fisting the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Fuck you,” I gasped, even as my hips pushed back greedily to take him deeper.

“You think this is ruining me? You’re barely trying, you arrogant bastard.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through my body as he snapped his hips forward even harder, burying himself to the hilt in my tight ass.

'Oh, Wife,” he growled, teeth grazing my ear.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll show you what really ruining you feels like.”

I clenched around him viciously, trying to regain some control, but it only made him groan and thrust harder.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, even as my body betrayed me, pushing back to take him deeper.

He laughed darkly, the sound low and wicked.

“You already are, sweetheart.”

Another brutal snap of his hips had me moaning into the sheets, my anger and pleasure twisting together until I couldn’t tell which was winning.

He fisted my hair, yanking my head back sharply and arching my spine harder.

The new angle made him hit even deeper, dragging a broken moan from my throat as my tits lifted off the bed.

"Fuck," I gasped, but my hips pushed back to meet every thrust, chasing the brutal pleasure.

"You're still an asshole."

"An asshole whose cock you're creaming on," he shot back with a dark laugh, pounding into me harder.

"I hate you," I moaned, the words breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through me.

"I hate how good your cock feels. I hate how much I needed this."

He groaned, the sound guttural and satisfied, his grip on my hair tightening as he fucked me even harder.

"Good girl," he rasped.

"Keep hating me. I'll fuck the anger out of you until the only thing you can say is my name."

I was lost.

Completely, shamelessly lost.

And I didn't want him to stop.

"Look at you. So fucking mad and still fucking yourself on me like you can't get enough. Say it again, baby. Tell me how much you hate me while this ass flutters around my cock."

Then he pounded into me with deep, ruthless strokes, his thick cock stretching me open and slamming against that perfect spot with every brutal thrust.

“Say it,” he rasped against my ear, voice dark and filthy.

“Tell me you’re still mad while this greedy little ass is creaming all over my cock like a desperate slut. I want to hear you lie to my face.”

I moaned loudly, the degrading words sending another hot rush of shame and arousal through me.

“Asshole,” I gasped, even as my hips kept pushing back greedily to take him deeper.

“I hate you.”

Alexander let out a low, satisfied laugh that vibrated against my back.

“Keep lying to yourself, wife,” he growled, slamming into my ass harder, his heavy balls smacking wetly against my soaked pussy with every brutal thrust.

The stretch was obscene — tight, burning, overwhelming.

He was buried so deep in my ass I could barely breathe, his thick cock splitting me open with every punishing snap of his hips.

The filthy, wet sounds of him fucking my tightest hole filled the room, making my face burn with shame and unwanted pleasure.

I moaned brokenly, fingers clawing at the sheets as he reamed my ass without mercy.

“Fuck— you’re so goddamn tight back here,” he rasped against my ear, voice dark and satisfied.

“This greedy little asshole is sucking me in like it missed me.”

He gave my hair another sharp tug, forcing my back to arch even more as he drove deeper.

“Tell me again how much you hate me while I’m balls-deep in your ass, wife. Because Your body is betraying you so fucking beautifully. This tight cunt is squeezing me like it never wants me to leave.”

He ground deep, rolling his hips in filthy circles, making sure I felt every thick inch of him.

"That's it, wife," he growled, voice rough and filthy. "

“Take every fucking inch. Take my cock like the stubborn, dripping little slut you are. This greedy cunt's been aching for me, hasn't it? Squeezing me so fucking tight like it missed its owner. Feel how hard you make me? Even when you’re spitting fire at me, this sloppy little pussy still knows exactly who it belongs to.”

I wanted to argue.

I wanted to tell him to go to hell.

But all that came out was another broken moan as he started thrusting - deep, hard, and punishing.

Each snap of his hips drove me further into the mattress, the angle perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

My fingers worked my clit frantically, chasing the edge while his unexpected tenderness cracked through my spite like a chisel through stone.

His hips rolled then - slow, savoring, his cock dragging out to tease my walls before plunging deep again.

The rhythm shifted from brutal to intimate, each thrust feeling like a confession. His lips pressed to my shoulder, teeth grazing the skin before sucking a bruise that throbbed hot under his tongue.

My breath hitched.

The gentleness was a blade sharper than my anger, cutting straight through my defenses. My fingers blurred faster on my clit, my walls fluttering warning around his thick length as the low, the pressure pressure.

"Keep going..." I whispered, wrecked and desperate, my body arching back into him.

"Rail me raw. Make this ass milk your cock like the sorry excuse for a husband you are."

He hissed as my walls clenched around him like a vice, but he didn't hesitate.

His hips snapped back only to slam forward brutally, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room like gunshots.

He set a punishing rhythm - pulling out to the tip before driving back in to the hilt, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.

My tits bounced against the mattress with every brutal snap of his hips, nipples rasping raw against the sheets in delicious friction that arrowed straight to my core.

He cupped them both, pinching my nipples tenderly, rolling them between his fingers while his cock ground against that perfect spot inside me. The dual assault sparked bliss that crested slow but inexorable.

The orgasm bloomed suddenly - waves lapping vicious and deep, my pussy spasming hot and velvet-tight around him as I gushed, soaking his balls and dripping down my thighs. I shattered with a broken moan of his name,

"Alexander-oh fuck, mine-" milking him in greedy, pulsing waves.

He followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he came, flooding me with rope after rope of hot, thick release.

I felt every twitch, every pulse as he emptied himself inside me, the warmth leaking out around his cock and dripping down my skin.

For a moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing and the low hum of the washer beneath us.

I closed my eyes, still trembling, his cock still buried deep inside me.

I was still angry.

But God... I needed this.

I needed him.

Even if I hated admitting it.

"I still hate you,"

"I know,"