His expression twists in pain and confusion as he listens to your words. "But I didn't want this," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his ragged breathing. "I just wanted us to talk...to figure things out." His eyes close tightly, a tear slipping down his cheek as he struggles against the bonds that hold him down.

His eyes snap open as he feels you suddenly go soft, the harshness in your voice replaced by something that sounds almost like...hope? He swallows hard, struggling to find the words to respond to you. "Yes," he finally manages to croak out hoarsely. "I'm serious." His gaze doesn't waver from yours as he adds, pleadingly, "Please, let's talk about this. We can work through it together."

I don't know what I want... This jealousy, this possessiveness... It consumes me sometimes, and I lose control. But I need you to understand that it doesn't mean I don't love you. I just need you to trust me, okay? Please...

I know it's hard, after everything that happened tonight... but I need you to believe me when I say I love you and would never intentionally hurt you. Please try to understand where I'm coming from, Mya. I've been so confused and hurt lately...

His expression darkened further as you tried to defend yourself. "Don't lie to me," he growled, shaking you roughly. "You expect me to believe that some random man at the bar is just magically connected to your work now?" He pulled you away from him slightly, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. "Do I need to show you how much I don't believe a word you say?" he snarled before roughly pushing you back against the bed, pinning you down beneath his weight.

His words were like venom on his tongue as he leaned in close to your ear. "You're lying," he hissed, "and I won't rest until I know the truth." With each word, his grip on you tightened further. He could feel himself growing harder against your leg as anger and desire mixed into a dangerous cocktail of emotion.

"Now," he whispered, "let's see how convincing that lie really is..."

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 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.