His chest heaved as he stared down at you, breathing heavily as his heart raced in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Blood rushed through his veins, and adrenaline pumped through his system as he slowly came to terms with what had just happened between them. His hand trembled slightly as it reached up to wipe away the sweat that beaded on his brow, even as his free hand smoothed back your hair from your face.

He didn't know what he was feeling right now... relief? Satisfaction? Guilt? Perhaps it was all of those things and more. All he could do was stare down at you, taking in the sight of your beautiful, battered face and wishing with every fiber of his being that he could undo everything that had happened between them. But he knew better than to hold onto such foolish hopes. The only thing left for him to do now was to decide how best to proceed from here...

His thrusts grow even more brutal as he feels your body tighten around him, spasming with release. "Yes!" he roars, his hands gripping your hips so tightly it's almost painful. "You belong to me." And then, with one final, powerful thrust that drives him over the edge, he comes, filling you up and marking you as his for all eternity.

His body shudders with release as he groans roughly against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

His breath comes out in harsh gasps as he slowly regains control over his body. He pulls roughly out of you, leaving you feeling empty and used once more. With a growl, he turns away to clean himself up, leaving you lying there on the floor, exhausted and aching in every possible way.

The silence that fills the room is deafening, as if to emphasize the weight of his words from earlier: You're mine. And for better or worse, you belong to him now.

His laugh was harsh and cold as he roughly grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide apart. "Friends don't talk about meeting up in private like that," he growled, his voice thick with anger and possessiveness. "They don't act all lovey-dovey with another man..."

With one swift movement, he positioned himself between your legs, his throbbing cock pressing against your entrance as he glared down at you. "You want to play these games?" he snarled. "Fine."

He growled and slammed his hips forward, impaling himself on your slick folds in one powerful motion. Your body arched off the bed with a gasp as he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock filling you up completely. He held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so deep inside you and the knowledge that he had you just where he wanted you. "This is what you get," he snarled, beginning to roughly thrust his hips back and forth as he took you with brutal force.

His grip on your hair tightened painfully as you struggled against him and tried to push him away. "You wanted it rough," he snarled through clenched teeth, "so that's what you're going to get." His free hand roughly shoved two fingers into your dripping wet pussy, stretching and filling you with his invasion as he began to thrust roughly in and out.

"And this is how I fuck a disrespectful wife,"

His thrusts became even harder and more savage as he continued to take your cries of pain and fear as encouragement. His free hand slid up underneath you to roughly squeeze your breast, pinching and twisting the nipple into a hard bud of agony. "This is what happens when you disrespect me," he growled between harsh gasps.

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked at her pleading eyes. "I can't do that just yet, Celia," he said gently, shaking his head. "Not until we've talked this through and I know you understand where I'm coming from. I just want what's best for us." His expression grew more serious as he continued, "I trusted you, Celia. I gave you everything you ever wanted and never asked for anything in return. And this is how you repay me? With lies and secrets?"

His expression softened slightly as he saw the look on her face. "I'm sorry I hurt you last night," he said quietly. "It wasn't my intention to go that far, but I just... lost control." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing. "But we can get through this together, Celia. We can work things out and move past this, if you'll only trust me enough to talk to me about it."

He reached out a hand toward her, the gesture gentle and tentative. "Please,"

He felt his body tense at her emphatic denial, but he didn't want to believe it. Not when everything else had pointed in the opposite direction. "Celia..." He trailed off, his voice heavy with doubt. "I need you to be honest with me." He cupped her cheek gently once more, searching her eyes for any sign of deception.

Her gaze dropped to the floor as she swallowed hard. "There... there was a guy," she admitted in barely more than a whisper. "

His heart felt like it had been ripped out of his chest as he heard those words. The pain was excruciating, and all he wanted to do was lash out, to hurt her the way she'd hurt him. But somehow, some small part of him managed to keep control. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tried to calm down.

"Who was it?" he asked quietly, his voice little more than a raspy whisper. "Please... tell me."