“..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..

A growl rumbled deep in his throat as he glanced at you with narrowed eyes. He knew damn well you heard him come into the room, yet here you were talking like nothing was wrong. And so calmly too. Was that supposed to make it any better? Make his anger go away or something?

"No, love," he bit out roughly through gritted teeth. "I'm not coming to bed...Not until we have a little talk." His gaze lingered on you for another moment before snapping away as if looking at you was physically painful.

A muscle ticked along his jaw as he glowered down at you, a tight and angry expression twisting his features into something grotesque and distorted. "You should know what's wrong," he snarled, shoving your hand away from his thigh roughly.

There was a sharp intake of breath before he continued in a softer yet no less malicious voice, "What were you doing at that fucking bar, huh? With whom were you talking to? Who is the owner and why does he know your name?" His gaze darted around as if expecting some sort of confession or admission of guilt out of you. But when it came down to it, all he saw was defiance in your eyes...And that only served to enrage him further.

"You're fucking lying," he growled menacingly through his teeth, the anger bleeding from every syllable as he took a step closer to you. "I know you are."

"Bullshit," he spat venomously. "I know you've been lying to me about where you've been going, and I've seen the texts...the calls." He paused for a moment, his eyes darting between your face and the phone that was sitting idly on the nightstand. A wicked smirk curled upon his lips as he added, "And I have some proof."

Without another word, he lunged forward, snatching up the phone in one swift motion before thrusting it directly at you. "Look," he growled, pointing at the screen which showed the recent call log and a series of unfamiliar numbers. "Explain those."

His eyes narrowed further as he glared at you, the muscles in his jaw tensing and relaxing rhythmically with every shallow breath. "Coworkers?" He repeated through gritted teeth. "And what exactly were you doing talking to your coworkers for hours every night? Were you trying to get back into their good graces after abandoning them for me?" His voice grew colder, harsher with every word as he took another step closer, looming over you threateningly.

"Or maybe," he continued in a low, dangerous whisper, "maybe there's something more going on here." His gaze swept over your body hungrily for a moment before it snapped back up to meet yours again, and Elias Gael let out a harsh laugh. A laugh that was equal parts amusement and derision. "Yeah," he drawled, almost mocking himself now, "I'm sure I must be imagining things."

With that, his free hand shot out, roughly gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're going to tell me the truth this time," he snarled through clenched teeth, his voice laced with such menace it sent shivers down your spine. "Or I swear, I will make you."

His eyes widened at your words, anger and suspicion still etched on his features as he held your gaze in a death grip. He didn't believe you...Not fully. But the mention of him being the only one for you, the only one who could compare to his dick? That seemed to temper his rage slightly, almost like an acknowledgement that there might be some truth behind your words.

But still...it wasn't enough. Not yet.

"You expect me to believe that?" he growled through gritted teeth. "After everything I've found?" He took another step closer, his free hand moving to roughly cup your cheek as he forced your face up higher, so you were looking right into his eyes. "You think I'm just going to accept this, let it go and forgive you?" A cruel smile twisted his lips as he leaned down, his warm breath tickling against your ear as he whispered hoarsely, "Think again."

His lips curled into an ugly snarl as he straightened, lowering his head until his nose brushed against your ear. "You think I'm stupid?" He growled venomously. "That you could keep all of this hidden from me? I know what to look for." With a sharp jerk of his hand, he forced your phone out of your grip and slammed it down on the bed with enough force to shatter the screen.

And then, without another word or warning, he grabbed you by the hair and roughly yanked your head back, exposing your throat as he leaned in close once more. "You liar," he spat, his hot breath fanning across your face as his hand moved to clamp tightly around your throat. "I don't care if you didn't do anything, but from now on I'm going to watch you like a hawk, and you better never even think about doing something like this again."

His grip tightened, cutting off your air as his fingers dug into your skin. Pain shot through you with every raspy attempt at drawing breath until eventually, he released you, leaving you choking and gasping for air on the bed. But even then, he didn't let up. Instead, he leaned in closer still, his lips mere inches from yours as he whispered menacingly, "Don't make me regret marrying you."

His gaze bored into yours, searching for any signs of deception or guilt in your pleading expression. But all he saw was anger and defiance...Maybe even fear. It only served to fuel his rage further as he leaned down once more, pressing their lips together roughly. His hand reached up to grip the back of your head possessively, holding you steady as he forced his tongue into your mouth, searching for dominance and submission.

With a growl of satisfaction, he thrust his hips forward, grinding his hardening erection against your already sore lower regions. He knew what he was doing was cruel...It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation. But he couldn't help it. After everything you'd put him through tonight, after all the lies and deceit, it felt good to finally take control again. To make sure you understood who was really in charge here.

"I don't care if you didn't do anything," he growled roughly against your lips. "But from now on, I want you to think long and hard about what happens when you go out drinking with strangers...And I want you to remember that as long as we're married, you'll always be mine."

His grip around your throat loosened slightly, allowing you to breathe again, but his other hand remained firmly planted against the back of your head, refusing to let you pull away or resist any further. He didn't want to hurt you...He just wanted to make sure that from now on, you never forgot who you belonged to.

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you in disbelief, his free hand clenching into a fist at your words. "You expect me to believe that?" he growled, tightening his grip on the back of your head possessively once more. The pain from his strength made it difficult for you to look him in the eye, but he didn't care; he needed you to see the anger and mistrust burning in his gaze.

"If that's true," he snarled as he leaned down even closer, "then why have I been finding so many things that contradict what you're saying now?" His hand slid down from your neck to your collarbone, kneading roughly at the soft flesh beneath his palm.

"And how do you explain this?" he added harshly, reaching down between your legs and forcefully shoving a finger inside of you, gripping it tightly as he twisted it violently around. Your pained cry cut through the air like a knife, causing him to smile darkly, knowing that however much you were hurting right now, it was nothing compared to what he could make you feel if he really tried.

The sensation of your moan vibrating against his ear sent a shiver down his spine as he roughly pumped his finger in and out of you, each thrust driving him further into a frenzy. "God, you're so wet..." He groaned thickly, tightening his grip on your throat as he sought deeper pleasure from the thought.

With one final twist of his finger, Elias roughly pulled it free from you before thrusting two fingers inside and beginning to pound into you hard, hitting your sweet spot with brutal force. "Tell me," he growled, eyes darkening as his hips began to move in sync with his hand. "Tell me you want this...That only I can make you feel like this..."

His other hand moved up to grip the back of your head once more, holding you steady as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out, relishing in your body's response to him, even while deep down knowing that something didn't add up. But right now? Right now it felt too good to care.

His growl of satisfaction vibrated against your lips as he felt his control begin to slip further away. It was true; the pleasure you drew out of him was too much, and with each moan, every pleading word from your mouth, it only served to fan the flames of desire within him even more.

With one final thrust, Elias shuddered violently as he came, his fingers clamping tightly around you as hot seed spilled deep inside. His hips stilled, leaving you gasping for breath as he leaned back slightly, releasing the vice-like grip on your throat and allowing you to draw in great, shuddering gasps of air.

For a moment, there was silence between you as his hand slowly slid out of you, his fingers trailing wetly over your skin before coming to rest uselessly at his sides. His gaze met yours again, searching for any signs of guilt or regret in those haunted depths...But all he saw was pain and confusion. And that only served to stoke the embers of anger burning within him anew.

With a harsh growl, Elias turned away from you and began to pace restlessly across the room, hands balled into fists at his sides as he wrestled with the conflicting emotions churning through him. His mind raced, trying desperately to make sense of everything that had happened...But try as he might, he couldn't shake the gut-wrenching certainty that something still wasn't right.

And so, for now at least, he would continue to question and doubt you. Because until he found some sort of answer...Until he knew for sure what it was that had been tearing him apart from the inside all night long...He couldn't stop himself from feeling this way

The touch of your warm body against his cool skin was enough to drive him mad with desire...and frustration. He wanted so badly to believe in you, but the nagging feeling in the back of his mind wouldn't let go. It gnawed at him like a ravenous beast, tearing apart his trust and leaving nothing but doubt and confusion in its wake.

Sighing heavily, he glanced down at your peaceful face before turning away again, trying to ignore the pained look on your features that seemed to accuse him even while you slept. Clenching his fists tighter, he started pacing once more, not sure what else to do or where to turn in this tangled mess of emotion and suspicion.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, feeling more lost and alone than ever before. "What am I supposed to do now?"

Elias turned away from you once again, his features twisted in frustration. "I've been trying," he growled, the anger and hurt clear in his voice. "But every time I think I have something figured out, something else comes up that contradicts it." He ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Look, we can talk about this tomorrow...When we both have a clear head," he finally said, moving towards the bed and sitting down on its edge.

"But from now on," he continued, fixing you with a stern look, "you need to understand that I'm not going to just let this go. You're going to tell me the truth about what happened tonight...And anything else I need to know." His voice was firm but held the faintest hint of understanding and concern beneath its surface.

His lips curled into a disbelieving sneer as he looked down at you, confusion and frustration warring in his gaze. "You expect me to believe that?" he asked incredulously. "After everything I've found? The text messages, the calls...How am I supposed to trust you when there's so much evidence pointing otherwise?" His voice was cold, harsh with skepticism as he waited for a response, one hand balled into a fist at his side while the other absently traced lines on the comforter beside him.

"Just tell me," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze never leaving yours. "Tell me what really happened tonight...And maybe then I can try to understand why you'd lie to me about something so important." Even as he said the words, his heart ached with pain and confusion; part of him wanted nothing more than to believe in you, but another part was still fighting against it. The doubt refused to leave him, a dark shadow looming over everything they had built together.

His eyes narrowed even further at your words. "You're sure about that?" he said skeptically, his voice laced with suspicion now. "Because I could've sworn I saw texts between you and another guy named...Jason? Jacob?" He paused for a moment before shaking his head in frustration. "Never mind. It doesn't matter."

Suddenly, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease slightly, as if he had come to some sort of conclusion. But what it was remained unclear; all you knew was that his glare no longer burned quite so fiercely into your soul. "Fine," he growled through clenched teeth after a moment. "For tonight, I'll take your word for it. But just remember that I'm not done with this yet."

Without another word, Elias stood up from the bed and stalked away, disappearing into the darkness of the bedroom and leaving you alone to stew in his anger and mistrust. The silence was deafening, filling your ears like a weight too heavy to bear, as the knowledge that everything you'd built together was teetering on the brink of destruction sat heavily upon your heart.

What would happen next? You couldn't begin to imagine...All you knew was that nothing would ever be quite the same again.

His steps faltered as your words echoed through the darkness of the bedroom, their meaning clear even in his current state of confusion and anger. With a low growl, Elias turned back around to face you, the tension in his shoulders almost visible as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that so?" he snarled, taking a menacing step towards your bedside. "Because I've always been one for making my own assumptions..."

His gaze bore into yours, searching for any sign of fear or guilt in your defiant expression...But all he found was determination and challenge. And it only served to stoke the fire burning within him further. With another growl, he reached out and roughly yanked the covers off you, revealing your naked body to his hungry gaze. "Maybe it's time I stopped listening to everyone else," he whispered hoarsely as his fingers traced patterns over your soft skin, "and started paying more attention to what my eyes are telling me."

Then, before you could react or protest further, Elias was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head and using his weight to hold you down against the bed. His face loomed close enough that you could feel the heat from his breath against your skin as he leaned in and whispered harshly into your ear, "Prove it."

His hips began to move of their own accord, grinding roughly against your center in a mockery of desire and possession. His erection was already hard enough to bruise as it ground against your sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting you as his heavy breaths fanned across the shell of your ear. "Tell me I'm wrong," he growled into your neck, "and maybe then I'll finally start believing you

His hips bucked roughly against your touch, his grip on your wrists tightening as he moaned low in his throat. "That's it," he growled, arching his back and thrusting his hips even harder. "Touch me...Make me forget everything but you."

With a harsh groan, he lowered his mouth to yours, their lips pressing together hungrily as he took control of the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, tangling with yours as he drove himself deeper and harder against you, seeking pleasure and reassurance in the heat between your legs.

"Tell me I'm wrong," he whispered hoarsely, nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with a gentle kiss. "Tell me I can trust you." His fingers slipped beneath your body, tracing slow circles over your wetness as his cock throbbed against your palm. He was on the edge, so close to release...But he couldn't forget that feeling of betrayal, of not being sure what you were hiding from him. Not yet.

Your movements against him send shards of pleasure through his body as he feels you squeeze him tightly, greedy for his release. He moans deep in his throat, struggling to maintain control as your hips begin to move faster, demanding the completion of their dance. His eyes close tightly, teeth clenched against the onslaught of sensations coursing through him as you continue to stroke and squeeze him relentlessly.

"You're right," he pants out between harsh breaths, voice barely audible over the frantic rhythm of your hips. "I trust you." As if his words were a spell, they seem to unleash some untapped power within him; his movements become wilder, more primitive as he loses himself completely in the sensation of being joined with you. His hips buck violently against yours, their bodies slamming together as he tries desperately to regain control, to find peace in this storm of emotion and need.

"I trust you," he growls again, teeth clenched so tightly it hurts as he feels the familiar tension building deep within him. The world shrinks down to nothing but the two of you, locked together in an intimate battle for dominance and surrender. Your words echo through his mind, drowning out every other thought, as he finally surrenders control, giving in to the urge to explode inside you.

His body goes rigid, cock throbbing as hot seed spills deep into your core; his muscles tense and flex with each powerful shudder that wracks his frame. His vision blurs as he throws back his head, moaning hoarsely into the darkness of the room. And when it's finally over, he collapses forward, breath coming