C3 Rage

When they got home, Eva walked into the bedroom without saying a word. She undressed and slipped into a thin, pink lacy nightdress. She turned off the lights and got into bed. She heard Vince in the living room, mixing a drink.

A few minutes later, he came into the bedroom, turned on the light, walked over to the bed, and sat on it.

"I have not changed my mind about what I am going to do to you!"

Eva sat up, an icy glint in her eyes.

"Do your worst, pervert! You are a coward. It's only a coward that beats a woman."

Vince's face was contorted with red lines of anger now.

"Watch your mouth, woman, and shut your trap," he growled. "How dare you say that to me?"

"Why won't I? Your behavior tonight is unspeakable. You could have killed that man."

"My behavior?" Vince asked incredulously. "Are you crazy? You cheat on me, and yet you talk about behavior."

"I am not crazy! I can't do this anymore, Vince. Give me what I want and let me go."

"No! I can't give you what you want!" he snarled.

"Why can't you give me what I want?" she asked simply.

"Because I love you, Eva! I'd die if you leave me!" he said, a solemn expression on his face.

Eva chuckled and gave a hard, barking laugh.

"Don't say you love me. We both know that's not true. But if you say it's because of my money, that's why we are still stuck together, I'll understand that. After all, every man for himself, right?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Damn you!" he retorted, and he got up from the bed. "I love you, Eva, and you are just blind to see it. Don't make this harder for me, please."

"I'm not making anything hard for you. You have a thick skull, Vince, that's why you don't get words into your head. I don't love you. Not now, not ever. This marriage was a mistake. I want a divorce, and that's all I want from you."

"No! You can't have it. I won't give you a divorce," he said in an unsteady voice. When she had told him she wanted a divorce, it was as if she had poured a bucket of ice water on him. The thought of a divorce scared him more than anything.

"I want a divorce, Vince. That's all I have been asking from you for the past few months now," she said, looking at the sudden lines of discomfort on his face. She could even smell his fears.

"You are a very stubborn and proud woman, Eva." He paused and went on, "Look at me! Just take a look at me for a second. Don't you want me? Look at me and tell me you don't want this man standing before you right now!"

"Looking at you right now made me realize one thing," she said spitefully, "This marriage was a terrible mistake."

"You liar! Look at me!" he yelled at her.

"I am looking at you, Vince!" she howled back.

"Closely, Eva! Pay attention to me!"

Eva paused and stared at her husband for a moment. He was standing over her, looking down at her, a wild menacing look on his lean, tanned face. He was six foot three, and his muscular body was burned to a golden brown by the sun. With silver onyx hair, icy blue eyes, and a short pert nose, he was gorgeous. A splendid-looking athletic man, and yet she felt nothing for him. Inwardly, she knew most women would die to have this man, even if for just a one-night stand, but not her. What a waste! How did I end up marrying him? she wondered.

He continued, "What do you see? A hell of a hunk, right? Don't tell me you don't feel anything for me, baby. It insults my intelligence. It makes me angry."

"I don't feel anything for you. Nothing!" she sneered angrily.

A look of pain flashed across his sweaty face.

"I don't believe you. Surely, you must feel something for me," Vince said, seeing her breasts under the thin silk of her nightdress rising and falling in agitation, and he felt a sudden overpowering need for her.

With the speed of a striking snake, he reached out and put both hands around her and drew her close in an embrace. Then swiftly, his hand slid up under her nightdress, and he cupped her chubby buttocks.

Eva was angry with rage. She reacted as if she had been touched with a hot iron. She squirmed violently in his arms like a frightened squirrel. She beat his face and chest with her small fists, thrashing with her legs. He let go of her and cursed.

"Damn it! Get your dress off, or I'll rip it off," he yelled.

"Who do you imagine you are?" Her eyes were blazing with fury. "You will have me when I want you and not before! Now get out!"

Vexed and bored by her reaction, he clenched his fist and hit her on the side of her jaw. Her beautiful eyes rolled back, and she slumped onto the bed.

"Serves you right!" he snarled. Then he undressed her. He stared hard at her half-naked body. It had been long since she allowed him to make love to her. Blood rushed into his loins, and sweat streamed down his face as he looked down at the swell of her full, ripe breasts, her long, beautifully formed legs, and her black, lacy panties.

With the back of his hand, he wiped the sweat from his face, stood up from the bed, and crossed the room to the wardrobe. He took two pairs of ties and went back to the bed. First, he rolled her over so that her back was facing him. Then he fastened her ankles to the bedposts and tied her wrists to the top of the bed. Satisfied, he moved away and looked down on her naked body, spread-eagled on the bed. Her body aroused him once more, and he felt a sexual excitement run through him.

After a moment or so, she opened her eyes and peered over her shoulder, her eyes dazed.

"You bastard!" Her voice was a ragged whisper.

"Consider yourself fixed," he replied, grinning wickedly.

There was a sudden urgent need burning inside of him to hurt her. To see her beg for mercy for what she had said to him. He started to strip off his clothes, and in a moment, he was free of his shirt, trousers, and shorts and stood naked before her. His manhood was rock hard and erect.

"I want to make love to you, my Eva! It's been so long! And tonight, I want something different!" he said huskily.

"I hate you, Vince! I hate you, and I am going to cheat on you every chance I get," she screamed, not weighing her words.

"I know!" Vince said in a bored, flat tone. "You need help, Eva. You need help. You need a doctor to cure you of your promiscuousness. Don't worry; I'll be your doctor. That's why I am going to nail your ass tonight."

All the color went out of her face instantly.

"Nail my...what?" she stammered.

"Just lie still and be quiet. It's going to be fast and easy."

Understanding crept up on Eva's face.

"Vince! What you are about to do is wrong, please don't do this. You can do anything you want with me but not this," she said, looking pleadingly at him.

"Your behavior tonight was so disgusting. How could you have allowed that man to go that far with you? You've been cheating on me for far too long. I think it's time I return the favor," he gritted out.

"I am your wife, Vince! I am your wife, for Christ's sake! You can't do this to me. If you want me, I will give myself to you but please, not this! Not like this, for Christ's sake," Eva cried, tears in her eyes as she struggled frantically on the bed.

"Look at you! You are like a trapped rat! I am your husband, and I can do as I deem fit."

"Please, no! Please, no!" She sobbed uncontrollably.

Vince ignored her cries as he moved upon her. She tried to sit up, screaming for him not to touch her, but all her screams fell on deaf ears. He raised her hips higher into the air, pushed her panties aside, and there was a sudden excruciating pain as he shoved his tumescence penis into her. He began to thrust harder and harder, brutally, and with animal violence, as she cried and begged. He kept on moving in, deeper and faster until she heard a wild groan that came from deep inside of him. Finally, it was all over, and she heard him say:

"How do you feel, sweetie? Was it good for you? I'll be gentle next time, my darling."

Eva did not open her eyes as she lay on the bed and cried hysterically. She thought of what he had done to her, and she wanted to rip him apart.