HIS WIFE'S DESIRE

Claire's POV

"Nooo!!!"

"Please, don't do this to me Victor... I know this is not you - please" I begged as tears slipped down my cheeks, trembling as Victor pushed me violently on to top of the bed.

I ran towards the door with my heart pounding, feeling Victor's grip on my arm as he threw me back on the bed... locking the door behind him.

Earlier that night, Victor and I had gone out for a party with some of his friends and partners.

He left me alone at some point to go get some drinks, only to come back and see me with a guy who was trying to woo me, I was already scared that Victor might see us and start thinking something else, but yeah, my 'loving' husband came in on us and flared up in an instant, as always.

After giving the poor guy a jawbreaking blow, Victor dragged me out of the party before it had even gotten started.. embarrassing us in public for the upteenth time, but I was already used to it, the humiliation... abuse, everything.

And yet I was about to face another one.

I watched as Victor walked towards me, trembling as I sat between him and the headboard.

I took a moment to look into his eyes, remembering how they once used to look at me with love and affection.

Now laced with something dark, hungry.

In a flash, the blue-dress i was wearing got ripped off from my body like mere paper.

"Whack!!".

A blinding slap landed on my face.

He started hitting me, sending several blows and slaps across to my face.

"Fuck!!". He cursed silently, before stripping me off my underwear, leaving me stark naked in front of him as I sobbed helplessly.

A sharp breath left his lungs as he hurriedly removed his trousers.

He grabbed my legs and split them apart forcefully, turning me around and began banging me from behind, thrusting in and out of my honeypot forcefully as I winced in pain.

"Ah...Uhh- Victor stop!... Pleasee, I can't take it anymore". I cried silently.

"Shut up bitch!". Victor replied abruptly, thrusting faster than normal.

I winced in pain. "No!!!-let me go Victor, let me go!" I removed myself from Victor and swiftly moved towards the edge of the king sized bed, rubbing my cl*t repeatedly as tears flowed from my eyes uncontrollably.

My hot orgasm sprayed all over the white bedsheets, Victor saw it, pulling me back to him and forcing his d*ck into my v*gina again as he continued thrusting violently.

My orgasm continued slipping on his d*ck. He flipped me on the bed quickly, and began banging me from the front.

He didn't stop there.

He continued, up until his satisfaction.

Fucking me like a whore throughout the night.

THE NEXT MORNING...

I walked out of the bathroom using a towel to dry up my long hair, slightly limping before my gaze fell on a plate of food on the bedside table.

"That's for me I guess". I mumbled, walking towards the bedside table.

I put on a casual dress before opening the food, of course I'm gonna eat... I'm famished!

I went downstairs to watch a movie, but lost interest before I could even start - that's how my life has been ever since I got married to Victor.

Just me in the house all day, watching movies, eating, sometimes scrolling through my phone.

Watching others live their life to the fullest while I was stuck in this prison.

And the worst part?..... I wouldn't even dare go out!, cause Victor stationed guards all around the estate, saying that it's for our safety.

But I'm sick of staying inside all day, I haven't gone out in weeks, only with permission from Victor.

I haven't even seen my family too, I wonder how they're doing, well... by 'they're' I mean my sister, Lena, probably the only person that cares about me.

"But hey, here I am, in this golden cage". I said dryly as I walked into the room, sinking into the soft bed.

"Ding-dong!". The doorbell rang.

I couldn't hear anything else coming from inside the house as I was slowly drifting off to sleep... still tired from last night.

I snapped back, hearing footsteps reach the room.

Who could that be?

The door opened wide, my eyes closed, pretending to be fast asleep.

Then I felt warm lips, slowly placing a deep, wet kiss on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Warm hands tracing down my smooth skin, from my back... down to my ass.

I let out a soft moan, "Babe". A male's voice breathed on my neck, goosebumps rising on my back instantly.

"Victor, stop". I replied, gently pushing him away from behind me.

"Claire, if it's about yesterday,

then.... I'm sorry". He said out in a low tone.

"I really am, trust me".

"I don't even trust you anyway." I shot back at him.

He let out a soft chuckle.

I slowly turned around to face him.

"How am I sure you're not gonna do it again?". I muttered under my breath.

"I won't do it again, certain." He whispered, winking at me.

"And...". He turned his head, putting his hand down to the floor. "To prove my honesty, I bought something for you".

He raised up a fancy gift bag.

"Take a look". He stretched his hand holding the gift towards me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, taking the gift bag from him slowly.

I sat up on the bed, bringing out the gift box with enthusiasm.

I carefully opened the box, eager to see what's inside.

Jeez!

"You got me a diamond necklace!, how thoughtful of you..." I said in an excited voice.

"Anything for my baby girl". He said playfully, putting my hair behind my ear.

"Now, how about you give daddy some styles". He said with a naughty voice, a smile forming on his handsome face.

Without waiting, he pulled me closer, lying me down with a deep kiss, his hot breath deepening the intensity of the kiss.

His fingers slowly squeeze my boobs, making me moan in response to the effect he had on me.

"Wait-" I said out, breaking the kiss.

"What happened?". Victor replied with a concerned look on his face.

"It still hurts, umm... yesterday?". I said innocently.

He fell on his back with a loud thud, and a disappointed look on his face.

"I'm sorry". I said with a kiddy expression on my face, rubbing my fingers against each other.

"It's not your fault–". He sat up.

He cupped my face warmly.

"Hey, and I'm sorry too". He said calmly before leaving the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

He paused, turning to glance at me.

"Claire. I love you".

....

"What do you mean by that!". Victor's voice boomed from the bathroom.

He was on a call.

"I don't know how it happened, but you'll get me a replacement anyway". A female voice responded on the other side of the line.

I froze immediately I recognized the voice.

I sat up on the bed. "I know that voice". I mumbled.

It sounds... oddly familiar-