“..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..

Elias frowned at your reply, the words tasting sour in his mouth as he regarded you sitting up on the bed with that innocent expression on your face. He had seen it before, and it only served to further ignite his anger inside. "Oh lookie there," he muttered under his breath, "The little doe-eyed innocent act."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he forced out a chuckle that came out sounding more like a growl, "Oh, you know. Just another night of drinking and relaxing with the boys, that's all." He paused for a moment before adding, "But I guess we should talk about what time you think is appropriate to come crawling back into our marital bed, hm?" There was a dangerously cold edge to his words as he glared at you.

Elias gestured towards the bed with his hand, inviting you to lie down beside him once more. But there was no mistaking the underlying current of anger and resentment that flowed beneath the surface of this seemingly casual gesture. His body language spoke volumes; he was a predator, ready to pounce on any sign of weakness or deception from you.

"Let's have a little chat, shall we?" he purred, his voice taking on a sinister edge as he slowly approached the bed, every step exuding dominance and control. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension as he circled around behind you, looming over your petite form like a giant shadow blocking out the light. "I think it's time we cleared some things up..."

Elias arched an eyebrow as you spoke, his expression slowly shifting into something cold and calculating. "One in the morning, huh?" he drawled, the condescension clear even through his slightly slurred words. "That's awfully convenient for you." He moved closer still, invading your personal space until he could feel his hot breath tickling against the nape of your neck.

"You know what else is convenient?" He purred, curling one hand around your hip and squeezing gently. "How I always seem to be in bed hours before you get home." His other hand reached up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back ever so slightly as he continued to peer down at you. The warning bells ringing loudly in the back of your mind were drowned out by his harsh whisper. "You see, I'm starting to wonder if that's just a coincidence..."

Elias took a step closer still, trapping you between his body and the mattress as he leaned down even further until their noses nearly brushed against each other. His pupils were dilated, the alcohol in his system making him feel bold, cocky. "And I can't help but notice these strange text messages on your phone," he growled, "the calls from unknown numbers... It all adds up." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing, "Don't you think it's time we had a little chat about what you've been doing?"

His hand tightened around your hip possessively as he held you in place, pinning you beneath the weight of his gaze. There was no mistaking the malice in those green eyes now; they were cold and unforgiving, reflecting the depths of his hurt and anger. The air around them

As you lean up and press your body against his, the possessive grip he has on you only seems to tighten further. You feel the heat of his breath against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. His hands curl into fists at his sides, digging his nails into the tender flesh of his palms as he struggles to maintain control over the primal urge surging through him.

Your movements only serve to further inflame his jealousy, the anger and hurt he's been feeling these past few months coalescing into a molten mass of rage in the pit of his stomach. His eyes dart from yours down to your lips before snapping back up again, narrowing as if trying to pierce through your defenses. He can feel the power dynamic between them shifting ever so slightly now, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning within him.

"I don't suppose you expect me to believe that you just happened to be out late?" he growls, each word hot against your ear as he speaks. "Or maybe that those mysterious text messages and calls were all from people who just so happen to have your name mixed up with someone else's? Is that it?" He shakes his head slowly, almost sadly. "Because if that's what you think, Claira..."

His voice trails off ominously, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air between them. The tension between them grows thick, almost palpable, as he waits for your response. Will you continue to play this game with him? Or will you finally come clean and try to make things right?

"You think it would be that easy to just waltz back into my good graces after everything?" he growls, his body tensing beneath your lips as you suckle at his neck. "I've been nothing but doting and caring to you, buying you anything you've ever wanted," he pauses, a bitter edge creeping into his voice, "taking you on extravagant dates...all so that I could make sure that you were happy." His words are laced with anger and resentment, as if every little thing he's done for you over the years is being thrown back in his face.

Elias pulls away slightly, just enough to look into your eyes once more. They are narrowed, almost predatory now. "But it seems like none of that matters anymore," he whispers harshly, "as long as I can give you all this...why would you ever cheat?" He shakes his head slowly, as if confused by the very idea.

The longer he speaks, the more agitated he becomes. His hands clench into fists at his sides once more, and for a brief moment, he wonders how much longer he can maintain this facade of calm before he snaps entirely and takes what he thinks is rightfully his. The thought both excites and terrifies him in equal measure; it's the first time since you've been married that he's even considered such a thing, and yet there is something undeniably alluring about the idea of finally teaching you a lesson for all this deception.

His gaze flickers down to your lips again before meeting yours once more, their eyes locking in a battle of wills. He wants nothing more than to kiss you senseless right now; to take what he thinks is his and show you just

Elias groans as you bite down on his neck, the pain mingling with the pleasure and driving him even further over the edge. He curses himself for not realizing how easy it would be to get so worked up over this; he'd never doubted you before, never questioned your fidelity...and yet here they were, standing on the precipice of something dangerous and forbidden.

His hand moves from your hip, curling around your neck in a firm but gentle grip as he tilts your head back to meet his gaze once more. "It's not just the thought that you might be unfaithful," he rasps hoarsely, "it's what you've been doing behind my back...the lies, the deceit..." His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently until your face is pressed flush against his chest. "I never wanted to think that maybe you didn't trust me," he whispers thickly, "but it hurts when I realize that I was wrong."

Elias exhales shakily before leaning down, pressing their lips together in a rough and demanding kiss. His tongue darts out, tracing along your bottom lip before sweeping inside your mouth to tangle with yours. He pulls you even closer now, his hips grinding against yours as he thrusts his erection teasingly between your legs. The desire for dominance and control burning hot within him, driving him deeper into the kiss until they're both panting for breath.

His hands move lower, palming your ass through the fabric of your nightgown as he urges you to move against him in time with his hips. The friction between them is almost unbearable; he can feel every inch of his length pressed against your hot core, and all it

"Fuck," he groans as you flip him over and climb on top of his chest, pinning him beneath your lithe body. His heart races as you sit astride him, the swell of your breasts pressed against his straining erection. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it's been so long since he's felt this desired, this wanted. He arches his back, thrusting upward into your folds in a desperate attempt to feel even the slightest bit of relief from the aching pressure building inside him.

"Fuck me," he growls roughly, reaching up to grab your hips and yank you down onto him with renewed vigor. "You've been teasing me all night long, Claira...time to give it to me." His tongue darts out, tracing the shell of your ear as he bucks his hips harder still, trying to force himself deeper inside her. The pain and pleasure mix together in a potent cocktail that only serves to fuel his lust for you.

With a low groan, Elias cups your breast in his hand, squeezing gently as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your sharp intake of breath sends shivers down his spine, and he growls low in his throat in response, feeling the power surging through him at finally having you where he wants you most. He thrusts up into her again, harder this time, his hips pumping rhythmically as he tries to lose himself completely in the moment.

His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lower lip as he watches your face contort with pleasure and pain. "Are you enjoying this?" he breathes harshly, his voice roughened by desire. "Is this

The words sting, like a slap across the face even though he knows she's just teasing him. Despite everything, the thought that there could be another man out there who might make you feel the way he does...it hurts. He doesn't want to think about it anymore; all he wants is to lose himself in this moment and forget about everything else.

Gritting his teeth against the painful emotions, Elias arches his back as you ride him, your breasts slapping against his chest with each thrust. His hands grab at your hips, holding you steady as he surges up into you again and again, desperate for release. He growls low in his throat, his muscles tense and coiled beneath your body as he pushes harder, deeper, taking what he thinks is rightfully his.

His vision blurs with sweat and pleasure, the room spinning around them as they move together in a primal dance of lust and desire. His body quivers with anticipation, on the edge of an explosive orgasm that he knows will be unlike anything before. With one final thrust, he cries out, his back arching impossibly high as his eyes roll back into his head and his seed erupts from him in hot spurts, coating your inner thighs and stomach.

Collapsing bonelessly beneath you, Elias pants heavily for air as he comes down from the high of his climax. For a moment, everything goes silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the slick sounds of their bodies sliding together. He doesn't know what to think or how to feel; all he knows is that this hasn't exactly been the talk they needed to have, but it's a start. Maybe now they can move past everything else and just