CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ARIES

"Beautiful, defiant little slut."

She looks at me with teary eyes, "Please, Aries. Let me come."

I kiss her puffy pussy lips softly, "The next time you come is with your husband inside you."

Climbing over her, I place a hand on either side of her head on the mattress, and rub my cock on her clit, while lowering my head and kissing her.

I know Dalia wants to deny this connection until she's blue in the face, but I also know her body like the back of my hand, she's so close to giving me what I need most right now. Her. All of her. She gasps in my mouth as I rub her swollen clit with my length. I pull back from her mouth when she whimpers. "Ask me to fuck you."

"No," she says flatly.

I chuckle, "You've held out longer than I expected. It's impressive, but I'll outlast you. I can do this all fucking night, Wife."

She reaches her hand up and I think to myself, ‘fuck yes, she's going to touch me,' but I'm wrong. Again she fucking slaps me. Harder than last time.

I arch a brow at her, "Domestic violence is not okay, Wife."

"I need to come, damn it," she whines.

Running my tongue down her throat, I speak low, my voice coming out husky with need, "Ask me to fuck you, Dalia."

Her beautiful emerald eyes glare at me with pure venom, she's so frustrated, but fuck it's beautiful, and has my cock so hard, I feel like I might finish before I get inside her.

"Ask me to fuck you."

"Fine!" she screams loudly, "Take what you want, fuck me."

I scold her with a look, "Oh come on, Wife. That's not very nice. How about you try that request again?"

She makes an angry little sound I've never heard before, and I have to fight to not let go of the chuckle dying to come out. I only don't laugh because I know I have her so close to giving everything to me.

Rolling her eyes at me, she whispers, "Please fuck me, Aries."

Placing her legs over my shoulders, I line myself up with her opening and slam into her with one thrust, until I'm buried to the hilt. I wrap my arm around the front of her legs, holding her in place, and pull out before snapping my hips forward over and over again.

"Oh my God," she cries out as her pussy clenches my cock, causing me to fight to not come so soon. Somehow I manage to stave it off and continuing fucking her. Moving her legs from my shoulders, I set them down so I can hover over her, and get the rest of what I want from her.

"Tell me the truth, Dalia."

"What?" she asks with pure confusion written on her stunning face.

"You don't hate me. You fucking love me."

She reaches up and digs her nails into my shoulders, "It doesn't matter what I feel or don't."

Holding myself on my elbows, I still, while I stare into her eyes, "It matters to me, baby. Do you need me to say it first this time?"

A tear rolls down her cheek, "You hurt me so much when you told me I meant nothing to you, Aries. I don't know how to get over that."

Moving myself to my hand, so I don't hurt her, I brush her tears away with my free one, "I never wanted to hurt you. You were a surprise. I didn't expect this and didn't know how to handle it. I'm sorry for causing you pain. I love you, Dalia. I fucking love you with such intensity that it fucking terrifies me. You terrify me, because no one can hurt me except you. If you chose to, you could fucking destroy me."

"Aries," she whispers, as she runs her fingers through my hair, "I love you too, you big giant asshole. If you ever do that edging thing again though, I might shoot you, it wouldn't be the first time. Now fuck me."

I cup her breast with my hand while I move inside her. Every time I pull out she lifts her hips, wanting more, and I love the insatiable slut she's turning into.

Next time I pull out, I pause until she glares at me and then slam back into her.

"I love this ravenous pussy that never seems to get enough."

Gripping my shoulders, her eyes roll back into her head, her lips part as she screams out her orgasm. She's so goddamn sexy and I can't hold on a moment longer, the tingles spread through my spine, and I come inside my wife. I'll never get tired of calling her my wife. There's something powerful and permanent about it, and it causes me to feel something I never thought I would. Joy. Fucking elation.

DALIA

I lay on the bed, arms completely spread out, feeling satiated as Aries uses the restroom. The moonlight shines through the bay window on my skin. The problem with being happy, for even a moment, is you let your guard down and show things you normally wouldn't. As soon as Aries comes out of the bathroom, I realize my mistake.

"What the fuck is that?" He says as he approaches me, his glare harsh as he stares at my arm. Instantly I put my arms down at my sides. "Nothing." But it's too late. Aries is like a dog with a bone.

He climbs onto the bed beside me and grabs my left arm forcefully, turning it over he inspects it, making me wince from the shame, "Who the fuck did this to you?"

I don't answer as the tears roll down my cheeks.

"I asked you a question, Dalia. Who the fuck hurt you like this?"

The problem with the truth is that it stings like a bitch. As strange as it sounds, I want to be able to tell him someone did this to me, but I can't.

"I did it to myself, Aries."

He doesn't remove his focus from my arm, like if he stares hard enough he can will the scars to vanish.

"When?"

I pull my arm out of his grip, "From the ages of eight to sixteen. I don't do it anymore."

Climbing onto the bed beside me, he pulls me into his arms, but it's clear this conversation isn't over, "Why?"

I laugh humorlessly, "The same reason anyone cuts. Emotional pain. I watched my mother get beaten and raped, and then die. I was beaten and raped. My brothers and my father saw the videotaped proof of it, which brought a whole extra level of shame. Then my dad killed himself. That's an awful lot for an eight-year-old girl to deal with."

He runs his fingers through my hair, stroking the strands, while I lay with my face resting against his chest, "I couldn't deal with the pain, so I cut. It helped, as strange as it sounds. I needed the physical pain in order to handle the emotional trauma."

He watches me cautiously like he's truly concerned about the fact that I did this to myself. I'm not proud of it. It's embarrassing but it's part of my past.

"I don't like this, Dalia. You hurting yourself? I just don't like it."

Rolling my eyes, I tell him, "I don't do it anymore, Aries. I didn't know how to deal with things; this was all I knew. Like I said, it was my way of handling the pain."

"Like when I let your brother bash my face in?"

I giggle, "Kind of."

Wrapping his arm around my back, he asks, "What made you stop?"

"Damian walked in and found me passed out on the floor. I cut too deep. After I got out of the hospital he asked me to get help, and never risk my life again. I had never seen any of my brothers cry. I got counseling and didn't cut again."

"As far as De Lucas go, he's alright."

There's a flash of something in his eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appears.

I giggle while I prop my chin on his chest under my hands, "Why do you hate them so much?"

"Business, baby. Business you don't need to hear about."