Chapter 4 Painful Reality

• ALESSIA
• My breath caught in my throat at the way Claude kissed me. After exploring my lips, his lips trailed down to my neck and shoulders. my husband kissed, licked, and lightly nibbled on my skin. I was sure he would leave marks.
• As Claude's lips descended further to my chest, I released a series of soft moans. my husband suckled on me like a baby, while one hand caressed the other side. Then, he pinched and teased my n*ppl*s. He did the same to both my breasts.
• Claude knelt down and kissed my abdomen, continuing his kisses until he reached the space between my thighs. I closed my legs tightly as I felt ticklish. However, Claude quickly parted them.
• He teased my cl*t. "You're soaking wet, huh. Are you enjoying what I'm doing?" Claude grinned as he explored my womanhood.
• I couldn't respond. I just bit my lip.
• It was the first time I felt so overwhelmed after kissing. I had had boyfriends since high school up to college, but I had never enjoyed romance like this before.
• "Even if you don't answer, I can read it on your face," Claude said, and began to lick my cl*t. I felt his hot tongue moving up and down my sl*t. Not satisfied, he spread my thighs wider and nibbled on my prized possession.
• One of my hands gripped his shoulder, while the other tangled in his hair. I was drowning in the intense sensation I had never felt before. The pleasure mixed with pain that my husband was making me feel.
• my knees were trembling. Fortunately, I was holding onto my husband. Otherwise, I might have collapsed to the floor. my whole body felt hot, as if I were coming down with a fever. There was something inside me that I couldn't understand that wanted to come out.
• "Claude, please…" I didn't know what I was begging my husband for. I wanted to tell him not to stop and to go faster. But I was consumed by shame. I just tugged at his hair. Before long, I couldn't help but scream when I suddenly felt something come out from within me.
• "Undress me," Claude ordered firmly as he stood up.
• My hands were trembling as I opened Claude's belt buckle. I then lowered the zipper of his pants. After that, he sat down to remove his shoes and socks. He quickly pulled down his pants. He was left in black boxers.
• I bit my lip as I noticed the bulge in front of my husband.
• Claude took my hands and placed them on the waistband of his boxers.
• I closed my eyes as I slowly removed my husband's remaining garment.
• "Open your eyes."
• I opened my eyes at the sound of Claude's baritone voice. Even though he was angry, his voice still sounded pleasant to my ears.
• Claude took my hand again and made me hold onto his towering manhood.
• With all the boyfriends I had, this was the first time I had seen a manhood this big. I had seen Jaime's before, but we were still teenagers back then, so I wasn't sure if it had grown since. I wouldn't know because my first love was now married. Besides, I am married now too.
• As my attention returned to my husband's manhood, I felt it hardening. It seemed to grow even longer and thicker. Smooth and evenly colored, but so hard it felt like steel in my hand.
• My hand moved, going up and down Claude's length. I grinned when a restrained moan escaped his lips. I felt my thumb pressing into the small hole at the top of his rigid member.
• Claude cursed. I was surprised when he suddenly pushed me away. I thought I might fall to the floor, but I landed on the soft bed. Before I could react, Claude was on top of me.
• "You're a sl*t! How many men did you have?" Claude's eyes blazed as he glared at me. His jaw clenched tight.
• I didn't want to answer. But Claude squeezed my cheeks firmly, causing me to wince in pain.
• "Answer me!" Claude shouted, his face just inches away from mine.
• "Six, seven, eight…I lost count," I admitted. I didn't want to count how many boyfriends I had. It didn't matter to me anymore. But Claude was persistent.
• "D*mn you!" Claude suddenly kissed me fiercely. I tasted myself in his mouth. His kiss was reckless and punishing. I almost cried out when he bit my lower lip.
• I instinctively touched my lips when Claude released me. But I grimaced when he forcefully spread my legs apart. Before I could protest, he thrust his manhood into my womanhood. I screamed in agony.
• "Ah!" I pushed Claude, but he didn't budge. It was like pushing against a solid wall. I just ended up crying because of the inexplicable pain. It felt like my whole being was being torn apart by the pain.
• But it seemed insignificant to Claude. He continued to pound his rock-hard member, intensifying the pain I felt. I closed my eyes and endured the pain.
• When I felt Claude stop moving, I quickly opened my eyes. But I closed them again when he kissed my neck and chest. The pain slowly disappeared.
• When my husband started moving again, I clenched my teeth to avoid making noise. I was worried I might feel the pain again. But when my husband started thrusting in and out of me, the sensation changed. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that he made me feel. I moaned and whimpered as my husband sped up on top of me.
• I couldn't help but scream when I felt like something exploded inside me. Claude continued to thrust rapidly, intensifying the sensation I felt. I closed my eyes and endured the pleasure and pain.
• I screamed again when I felt like something exploded inside me. Claude continued to thrust rapidly, intensifying the sensation I felt until he screamed too before finally collapsing on top of me.
• We remained in that position for several minutes. When I felt him get up, I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was his still hard member, now reddened with blood.
• “You’re lying, b***h!” he said firmly while standing at the foot of the bed.
• I sat up. “I don’t understand. How can you say I'm lying?”
• “You had been with eight men. But why are you still bleeding? Is it because my member is big? Or because you're just a liar?”
• I bowed my head. “It’s true that I've had maybe eight boyfriends, but I never had s*x with anyone except…” I suddenly stopped talking. Why did I need to mention Jaime's name? I hadn't seen him in a long time, and life had been quiet.
• “Except?”
• I shook my head. “Never mind. You wouldn't believe me anyway.”
• “Why would I believe you when you're a liar? Just rest. I'll use you again later.” With that, Claude headed straight to the bathroom. The closing of the door echoed in the room.
• I was left stunned. Use me? So, that's all Claude sees me as. Not a wife or a person.
• Tears fell from my eyes. Maybe that's why I couldn't forget Jaime, because even though he never loved me, he was a good person. He never hurt me or raised his hand to me even when he was angry. Nienna was really lucky. Meanwhile, I was struck by misfortune in life.