Antonio Wayne had his wife pinned against their bedroom wall, her back to his front. Just a little fucked up fun. His idea of foreplay. And it’s working, he thought. His cock was already hot and hard as he slid it back and forth between Roxanne’s ass cheeks.
She grunted in feigned resistance when he clasped her wrists and pulled her arms above her head as high as they would reach.
“I suppose I should thank you,” he murmured darkly. “If I didn’t have you to take all this aggression, it would be a bloodbath out there. Even the men who work for me would be in grave danger, not to mention my enemies. Just think…you’re saving lives and keeping me out of prison. So civic-minded. So giving. How giving do you feel tonight, I wonder?”
It took a strong woman to deal with the likes of Antonio Wayne Ramirez, and Roxanne was definitely a strong woman. The day Antonio Wayne met his wife and married her all those years ago, he met his match.
“Far be it from me to not do my share for the cartel and world peace,” she retorted, and immediately regretted it. Why can’t I keep my fucking mouth shut?
“Nice. See, that’s what I love about you. You make it so damn easy to angry fuck you.”
Her breathing shifted at his words, changing abruptly to a series of shallow, uneven gasps. She fed off the brutality that raged within him and nothing would ever change that. She found raw sexuality as intriguing and addictive now as she had the day he had her caged and forced her to marry him.
“I need you, Roxanne. Your body, your mind, everything,” he murmured against her skin as he nibbled along the side of her neck. He reached around to cup a soft breast, marveling as he always did at the lush, familiar curves that had only ever belonged to him.
He pulled her head back toward him and claimed her lips with a prayer that she would, once again, set him free from the craziness inside his head.
“I need to fill you up with my rage,” he declared, lifting his head just enough to establish eye contact. “It’s only because of you that I don’t want to kill somebody right now. Without you, the rage finds its way inside me only to start clawing its way out again. You’re the only thing that sates the bloodlust that has followed me throughout my life. I worry sometimes that I demand too much from you. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
He had never belonged anywhere but in the cartel and in Roxanne’s arms. With her, Antonio Wayne felt like he belonged and wasn’t just some freak outcast from society.
“Lucky for you,” she purred, “it’s the same thing that’s wrong with me: you need to take and I need to be taken. Perfect.”
With those words, she gave him permission to once again take what he needed from her. She’d given him that permission years ago, but it still felt right to remind him that she understood him. Because she was as fucked up as he was, in her own way. They liked nothing better than to feast on one another like savages.
“Fuck me, Antonio. Fuck me like you hate me—like you want to kill me.” Yes…she was as fucked up as he was.
He pulled her over to the couch in the corner of the sitting area and roughly bent her over the end of it. He yanked her dress up over her hips and ripped her panties off. “Why are you wearing this? You know I fucking hate underwear,” he grumbled.
He stood back and admired his handiwork while he rolled his shirt sleeves back over his forearms. “Don’t fucking move,” he snarled. He unfastened his pants as he approached her, kicking her feet farther apart as he palmed his cock, deliberately waiting, letting the anticipation build.
Roxanne could feel Antonio Wayne’s gaze burning into her flesh as he beheld her most intimate flesh, laid bare before him. She was a fighter capable of her own brand of brutality when pressed -- yet another reason why Antonio Wayne had been relentless early in their marriage, determined to break her down little by little and reveal the depths of her sexually submissive nature.
“That’s it, give in to me now. You know you can trust me like no other.” She felt her muscles soften and relax as he positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed his way inside. Her fingers gripped onto the leather couch as she prepared for what she knew was coming. He paced his thrusts as he reached around to stroke her clit. His lips nipped up and down her neck, electrifying every nerve as his hands roamed freely, working their magic over her body.
Antonio Wayne understood her body even better than she did. His lovemaking consumed her mind as much as it did her body, as he instinctively seemed to know exactly what she needed in the moment. Even when her mood shifted and changed, he always knew how to give her what she needed.
Her surrender tonight would help to soothe her husband’s innate aggressive tendencies, which had worsened recently. The Santiago situation and perpetual delays in the purchase of the television station were enough to kick his natural brutality into high gear. So she gave herself to him, clearing her mind of everything but his touch, his warmth, his breath, his possession.
“Please, Sir…”
“Come, Roxanne!” he roared, bringing his hand down on her ass.
She reveled in her Master’s command and let the stinging impact of his hand send her reeling as an orgasm rolled through her body in delicious waves of pleasure. Her velvety walls clenched around his cock, demanding that he give her what she needed most: his mark of ownership.
He dug his fingers into her hips as he came, shuddering as he held her in place beneath him, demanding that she take everything he had to give. His wife soothed the beast that prowled deep within him. He was hers, she was his, and they were one. Everything would be okay now.
Each joining of their bodies was a renewal of their dedication to each other and the cartel life they shared. They would continue to cleave unto each other as their marriage vows had stated: in sickness, in poverty, even until death. Their relationship wasn’t that of a traditional married couple, but they wouldn’t have had it any other way. Their union would remain the driving force in their lives.
Come what may, Antonio Wayne and Roxanne would love and fight and bleed together, creating their own beautiful masterpiece of love and passion.