“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”

Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.

Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.

He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.

Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?

He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.

Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…

As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.

You were home.

With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…

Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..

You heard her speak out, finally admitting it was nothing but her new friend who had been calling you in these strange hours... Her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart and the throbbing in his groin. He wasn't entirely convinced, though; something still seemed off about her story. Her tone didn't match up with what she was saying, and there was a hint of that same nervousness he'd grown accustomed to in recent weeks...

Elias remained silent for a long moment as his eyes bored into hers, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth or not. Finally, he exhaled sharply and rolled back onto the bed with a huff. "Fine," he grumbled, averting his gaze from her. "If you say so." It was a testament to just how far their relationship had fallen that even now, with all of this doubt and suspicion between them

His brows furrowed as you sat beside him on the bed, your bare skin pressed against his own. He hadn't expected this...but perhaps it was a good sign? A chance to reconnect and mend what had been broken between them? With a small sigh, he took your hand in his own and gave it a light squeeze. "I just want you to know that I don't like all of this distance lately," he muttered, the words thick with emotion. "We used to be so close...and now..."

He trailed off, feeling a pang of loss deep within his chest. He hated seeing you hurt, but it was hard for him not to feel resentful at the same time. How could he trust you again after everything that had happened? The thoughts swirled in his head as he met your gaze once more, searching for something - anything - that would re

That didn't sound like a denial to him...perhaps there was hope for them after all. With renewed determination, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue deep into your mouth in a possessive kiss. His hands roamed over your bare skin, gripping at your hips before sliding lower to cup your ass, pulling you even closer against him as their tongues tangled and twisted together. The passion between them was palpable, almost desperate...as if they were trying to forget everything else that had been happening lately and focus solely on each other in this moment.

Her words only served to fuel his desire further, making him groan against her lips as he pulled back slightly, his hands gripping tighter at your hips. "You're going to get it," he growled into your ear before slamming you back down onto the bed with a force that made the mattress squeak. His hand tangled in your hair, holding your head still as he took possession of your mouth once more, forcing his tongue past your lips and deep into your throat. With his other hand, he reached lower down between your legs, pushing two fingers roughly inside you, searching for that sweet spot that always made you writhe and moan beneath him.

His fingers curled into a fist before thrusting them deep inside you again and again, his other hand still gripping tightly at your hair as he held your head back to meet his thrusts. The bed groaned beneath their bodies, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he took what he wanted - demanded it from you. He didn't care if this was rough or brutal; all that mattered in this moment was feeling you beneath him, hearing your cries of pleasure echoing off the walls around them. His hips moved faster, harder, his cock straining against his pants as he relentlessly fucked into you, claiming what he knew was his.

He bit down on her neck, drawing blood as he felt himself reaching the edge of sanity, the pleasure and need for release almost too much to bear. His hands moved lower still, gripping at your ass once more

"You like it rough," he growled into her ear before pulling roughly at the collar of your shirt, tearing it open and tossing it aside. His chest was covered in sweat as his fingers dug deeper, searching for purchase on your sensitive skin. "Do you?" He demanded, punctuating each word with a hard slap against her ass cheek before parting them roughly and sliding two fingers deep inside her once more. Her gasp of surprise only served to fuel his desire further as he began to thrust deeper, harder, forcing himself into her body in a rough, unyielding rhythm that left them both panting and sweaty from exertion.

He grabbed at the hem of your shirt and yanked it up over your head, tossing it aside before leaning down to capture one achingly hard nipple between his teeth, rolling it between his tongue and sucking roughly