“..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..

His gaze immediately flickered between your body and your face as you sat there on the bed reading a book. It took all his self-control not to react to the sudden vision that assaulted him mere seconds ago, but he held it in; biding time until he knew the right moment to strike.

"Oh I had a blast," he chuckled, voice laced with sarcasm and barely masking his anger. "Got into this really fascinating conversation about...me." His words were slow and careful as he took another step closer to you, feeling the heat emanating from him spread across the floorboards beneath his feet.

He paused for a moment, taking in your reaction; gauging if perhaps he should just abandon whatever it was he had planned on doing now. But then, as if on instinct, his hand shot out and roughly grabbed you by the hair before yanking your head

"Oh, nothing important," he snarled. "Just some guy talking about how much of a shitty husband I am." His words were laced with venom as he pulled you roughly towards him. You felt his hot breath on your face as his grip on your hair tightened. "And do you know what he said next?"

He leaned in even closer, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body and the intoxicating scent of alcohol surrounding you. Your heart raced in fear, but a small part of you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you tried to push him away...

He leaned in even closer, his body shaking with barely contained anger. "He said you were cheating on me, you selfish bitch." The words came out through gritted teeth as he spat them venomously into your face. "And I'll be damned if I just sit here and let some random piece of trash talk about my wife like that!" He pulled back for a moment before swinging his arm forward, slamming you across the cheek with an open-handed slap that rocked your head to the side.

"And this," he growled, grabbing at the collar of your shirt and yanking it up over your head, "is for all those lies, all that fucking deception!" He forced you back against the bed as his other hand reached around to roughly grope at your breast through your bra. "I knew something was wrong, but I never

The second the words left your mouth, his hand clamped down harder on your breast and he thrust forward, grinding his pelvis against yours through his pants as he snarled, "Oh really? Then explain this." He roughly yanked one of your wrists above your head, pinning it to the bed with his other hand while his hips bucked violently in a clear show of dominance. "Explain all those text messages and phone calls I've been finding around the house lately!"

His free hand slid down between your legs, roughly shoving two fingers into you without warning as he thrust his fingers deeper with each forceful word that spilled from his lips. "Tell me who this cock belongs to." His voice was raw and full of malice as he forced you closer and closer to climax, all the while grinding himself against your leg in a futile attempt at relieving some

His grip on your breast tightened at the mention of his boss and his other hand thrust roughly into you again, seeking to ignite a new wave of pleasure while he continued to deny himself relief. "So it's not that you cheated...it's just that some random dude from work was being an asshole?" He growled, sounding anything but convinced.

He pushed his fingers deeper into you with each thrust as your words caused him to lose control slightly, losing focus on the pain and humiliation he was inflicting upon himself in order to make a point. His other hand let go of your breast only long enough to roughly yank down your underwear before diving back between your legs once more. "Is that it? Just some asshole from work?" He demanded, voice thick with lust as his thrusts became even faster and more erratic.

He glanced down at the obvious

He snorted derisively at that, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he continued to deny himself the release that was so close yet still just out of reach. "And you think I'm just going to take your word for it?" He growled, feeling a sharp pain lance through him as his control finally snapped and he lost himself to the orgasm building within him. "You think I'm fucking stupid?"

With a loud groan, Elias finally released his pent-up semen deep inside you, forcing you to writhe under his weight as wave after wave of hot cum was shot into your pussy. His hands were rough and demanding as he gripped at your hips and thrust himself harder into you with each spurt of come. When it finally ended, he collapsed on top of you, still buried to the hilt inside your slick heat as his heart raced wildly and his breath

Blinking up at you through the haze of pain and lust, he watched as you flipped the two of you over, pinning him beneath you with his own strength. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the tie dangling from your fingers, and felt the pressure on his neck as you slowly began to pull it tighter. He didn't resist; too tired to fight back now that his point had been made.

With a sigh, he looked up at you, his expression one of grudging acceptance. "Alright," he muttered hoarsely. "Prove it." He swallowed hard as your touch sent shivers down his spine and made his body tremble with need even more. "But if I find out you're lying..." He trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air like a blade.

Taking the phone gingerly, Elias looked through each message with growing incredulity and anger. The more he saw, the worse it got; there were texts where you explicitly told the guy to leave you alone multiple times, as well as messages where you informed your boss about what was happening. It took every ounce of self-control not to throw the phone across the room in a fit of rage.

"So...you weren't cheating..." he managed finally, his voice little more than a husky growl. "You were just being harassed by some asshole at work?" He raised an eyebrow in challenge, still finding it difficult to believe that you could have kept this from him for so long.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he leaned closer to you, the unmistakable scent of alcohol on his breath making your heart race even faster.

He studied your face for a long moment before letting out a shaky breath and collapsing back onto the bed, his arms flung out to either side in frustration. "You shouldn't have kept this from me..." he muttered darkly. "I thought you were...I don't know what I thought." He closed his eyes, trying to steady his racing heart as anger and self-doubt coursed through him.

After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up again: "Do you realize how much this hurt? How much it fucking killed me when I heard that?" His voice was cold and hard now, devoid of any emotion save for bitter anger. "You knew I would want to protect you...and yet you kept something like this from me."

He sat up slowly, looking down at where their bodies were still connected before meeting your gaze once more. "I don't know what

He looked at you with disbelief and anger plain on his face. "So it's my fault again?" he asked coldly. "That I'm the reason you kept this from me? That it was better for you to deal with some random asshole than have me involved because of what I might do?" His voice rose in pitch with each word, a mixture of fury and hurt lacing his tone.

"Do you know how that sounds? Do you realize how much that hurts?" He got off the bed and started pacing back and forth across the floor, hands balled into fists at his sides as he fought to keep control over his emotions. "I trusted you, Carmon! I loved you!" His voice cracked on the last word, making it sound more like a choked-up whisper than a statement of fact.

"And this is how you repay me? By keeping things from me,

His breath came out in an unsteady sigh as he sat down on the bed once more, his eyes fixed on the floor as he tried to gather his thoughts and regain control over his emotions. "I'm sorry," he finally managed to choke out after a few long moments of silence. "I didn't mean to make it sound like you don't trust me...or that you think I'm incapable of handling things."

He looked up at you then, his gaze searching your face for any signs of understanding or forgiveness. "I just...I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. If I lost you..." His voice trailed off as he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. "It's been three years, Carmon...and every day since the moment I met you has been better because of you."

He reached out a shaking

Closing his eyes as he felt your arms wrap around him, Elias breathed in deeply, trying to steady his racing heart and quell the turmoil within. He rested his head against yours, taking comfort in your scent and the warmth of your body pressed against his own. "I just...wish you'd told me," he whispered hoarsely. "I could have helped."

"Do you forgive me?" He asked after a moment, his voice quiet and hesitant. "For keeping things from you...for not trusting you enough to handle this? For everything that's happened tonight?"

There was a long silence as he waited for your response, heart in his throat as fear gnawed at the edges of his sanity. Finally, your hands cupped his face, turning him to look up into your eyes, and you smiled softly. "I forgive you," you whisper

Relief flooded through him at your words, making it easier to breath and helping to soothe the anger that had been raging within him just moments before. He smiled in return, his own eyes brightening as he looked down into yours. "Thank you," he murmured. "I love you too."

He leaned in then, pressing their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss that seemed to last for an eternity. It was almost like they were back at the beginning; when everything had been perfect and nothing could have torn them apart. As the kiss ended, he pulled back slightly, studying your face once more before asking, "So...will you handle this asshole or should I?"

His voice still held a note of caution, but it was there nonetheless; an unspoken offer to trust you again and let you take care of the problem that had led them down this rocky path in the first place.

With a relieved sigh, he leaned back against the headboard and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "That's...that's good. I appreciate you taking care of it without involving me." His gaze drifted down to where their bodies were still connected before meeting your eyes again. "I guess we should clean up," he said with a small, shy smile.

Together, they slowly got off the bed and began to gather up their clothes, both aware of the newfound fragility of their trust and the delicate balance that now existed between them. As they tidied up the room and put everything back in its place, Elias couldn't help but wonder if this was a fresh start...or simply another obstacle waiting around the corner to trip them up. Only time would tell.

With an amused chuckle, he looked over at you and smiled. "Well, if that's what you want..." He trailed off, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist before pressing himself against your back. His hands slid up to cup your breasts over your shirt, thumbs teasing the hardened nipples beneath. "I can be as rough or gentle as you like."

With a soft groan, he buried his face in your hair and let out a shuddering breath before pulling away from you just enough to undo your bra with one swift motion. "Lie down on the bed," he murmured against your skin, nipples still peaked and begging for his attention, "and close your eyes." His voice was husky and commanding, sending a thrill of anticipation through you despite everything that had happened earlier.