His face twisted into a mask of fury as you accused him. "I am not the cheater!" he spat out, his voice laced with venom. "You're lying! How can I possibly believe anything that comes out of your mouth after all this?" He raised his hand again, ready to strike.

"Tell me the truth," he growled, his eyes boring into yours, "or so help me God, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."

His eyes widened in disbelief at your words. "Love you?" he practically growled. "After all of this? How can you even say that?" He paused for a moment, visibly struggling to control his anger as he took a deep breath. Then, with all the force he could muster, he slapped you across the face again and again, each impact sending pain shooting through your entire body. "This is what you get for lying to me!" he snarled between blows. "For disrespecting our marriage!

His grip on your throat tightened dangerously as he glared down at you, anger and possessiveness coursing through him. "Oh, but I will," he snarled. "And if it means finding out who this guy is to keep my wife safe and happy, then trust me...I'll do it." With one final shove, he forced your head back even further against the floor, choking off your air as his bodyweight pinned you down completely. "Tell me," he growled through clenched teeth. "

His grip on your throat tightened further as his anger and frustration boiled over. "You're wrong," he snarled through gritted teeth. "I will hurt you. And I will make sure this guy pays for what he's done." His free hand reached down, roughly grabbing at your breast before pinching and twisting the nipple hard enough to cause pain. "Now," he growled, "are you going to tell me?"

As you walked away, leaving him on the floor at your feet, anger and arousal surged through Elias's veins. He glared after you, his muscles tense as he fought against the pain and humiliation you'd just inflicted upon him. The sight of your perfect ass swaying temptingly in those dark grey panties filled his mind, making it difficult to focus on anything but the need to possess you completely.

Elias growled under his breath as you walked away. His anger was still burning hot, but beneath that lay a twisted sort of desire. He didn't want to let this go. Not yet. Clenching his fists at his sides, he slowly dragged himself across the floor until he reached your discarded taser. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he picked it up and followed your scent toward your office room.

"Time for you to learn some manners," he whispered to himself, "

His hands tremble as he stares at your unresponsive form on the bed, tears streaming down his face. He can't believe what he's done; he thought he was just teaching you a lesson... making you understand how much it hurt to find out about your lies and your cheating. But now she's lying here, barely breathing... bleeding to death.

He swallows hard, feeling as if his heart has been torn from his chest and stomped on.

With shaking hands, Elias climbs off the bed and slowly begins to pace back and forth across the room. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions; guilt, shame, anger... and an overwhelming sense of loss. He can't lose her too; they were supposed to be happy together.

But how could he ever forgive her for this? For lying to him and cheating on their marriage vows?

The feel of your soft skin rubbing against the length of his cock was enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through him, making it almost impossible for him to think straight. His hands shot out to grab you by the hips, digging into your flesh as he roughly thrust his hips upward in a desperate attempt to get deeper inside you.

"Fuck...yes," he growled out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on nothing but the sensation of your body moving against his. "Yes...

Rape you? Fuck no..." The lie tasted bitter in his mouth, but he forced it out anyway, unable to deny how good this felt. "I want you...I want you to belong to me..." He growled low in his throat, hips snapping up again as he thrust harder against you.

His eyes narrowed even further as he glared down at you, daring you to challenge him further. "You want me to punch you?" he growled through clenched teeth. "You think I won't? You think this is all just a game to me?" He took another step closer, his body tense and ready to strike out at the source of his pain.

"I'll teach you," he snarled, reaching out with one fist and connecting solidly against your cheek.

His fist connected with your cheek again, sending you sprawling onto the floor. "Get back up," he snarled, towering over you as you struggled to regain your footing. Blood trickled down your face from the cut on your lip, and tears began to stream down your cheeks. "I'm not done with you yet."

Anger coursed through him like a wildfire, burning away any remnants of doubt or uncertainty. He knew what he had to do now;