Chapter 65 - 0065: Are You Fucking Insane?!

Chapter 65: Chapter 0065: Are You Fucking Insane?!

Elena’s Point Of View

My head spun, the haze of pleasure suddenly colliding head-on with a sharp wall of reality. He was holding me hostage with his own body, using the intense ache between my thighs as leverage to wring a surrender out of me.

Part of me hated how well it was working. Part of me hated that some traitorous corner of my heart still wanted to give him exactly what he asked for.

"You heard me." Graham’s voice dropped into a low, dark rumble against my ear. His fingers dug deeper into my hip, holding me tight, refusing to give me an inch of space. "Say it, Elena. Tell me you’re dropping the act. Tell me there isn’t another man."

"You... you arrogant son of a bitch!" I gasped, trying to push against his massive chest, but my hands were trembling, my body still singing with the slick heat he’d built up inside me. "You bring another woman into our house... you let your mother tear me down, and you think you can force a promise out of me like this?!"

Instead of answering, Graham snapped.

His restraint broke in a single, terrifying heartbeat. With a low, feral growl tearing from his throat, his hand clamped hard around the base of my spine, and he buried himself inside me in one smooth, relentless thrust.

A loud, broken shriek tore from my throat as he bottomed out, his heavy length driving all the way in, stretching me so completely that I saw blinding bursts of light behind my eyelids. Every tight, starved muscle inside me clamped around him like a vice, swallowing his thick shaft whole. The sheer sensation was so sudden, so intense, that my eyes rolled back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I hated him. I wanted him. The two truths tangled together until I couldn’t separate one from the other, and somewhere beneath the tangle, a quiet grief stirred... grief for the marriage I’d thought we had, and for the woman I used to be before he learned how to use my body against my will.

"God... Elena," Graham groaned, his forehead thudding against my shoulder as he held himself pinned deep inside me. He was rock-hard, burning hot, his pulse throbbing directly against my inner walls.

For a long, agonizing moment, he didn’t move. He stayed buried to the hilt, letting me feel every heavy inch of him filling me, letting my body adjust to the thick stretch of his cock. The stillness felt almost crueler than movement would have - a silent reminder of exactly how much power he held over me in that instant. I could feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest, fast and unsteady, and it struck me that beneath all his fury, he was just as undone as I was, just better at disguising it.

"Look at me." His breath scalded against my collarbone as he forced his way back up to stare into my eyes. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes pitch-black with possessive fury. "Feel how perfectly you take me. You think another man could ever fill you like this? You think anyone else owns this tight little pussy?"

I whimpered, my hips twitching involuntarily around him. My traitorous body was drinking him in, my walls contracting around his shaft in tight, desperate pulses. "Graham... please..."

"Say it," he demanded again, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvet purr, but he still didn’t stroke. He just sat there, bottomed out, holding me completely full while denying me the rhythm my core was violently crying out for. "Tell me it’s only me."

"I... I won’t," I choked out, trying to hold onto the tiny shred of pride I had left, even as my inner muscles squeezed him so hard he groaned aloud. "Fuck you, Graham!"

His eyes flared with a lethal, dark satisfaction. "Fine."

Slowly, agonizingly, he began to draw back.

I gasped, feeling every ridge of his veined length slide out of me until only the broad, weeping tip remained at my entrance. My core felt instantly cold, hollow, and desperately empty. I couldn’t stop the quiet, pitiful whimper that escaped my lips at the loss. Some shameful part of me almost begged him to fill it again before my mind caught up with my body’s betrayal. Even my pride, stubborn as it was, seemed to falter in that awful, empty second.

Before I could even process the ache, Graham slammed back in.

A sharp gasp ripped from my chest as he hit my cervix with brutal accuracy. He didn’t give me time to recover. He set a slow, heavy, punishing rhythm - pulling almost all the way out until I was whimpering for him, only to drive back in with deep, heavy thrusts that sent shockwaves straight up my spine.

"Graham! Ah... God!" I cried out, my arms locking around his neck, my nails digging through his shirt and into his shoulders as he rode me.

He was relentless. Every time he thrust into me, the wet, heavy slap of our skin echoed through the dark room, mixed with the slick, desperate sounds of his thick shaft tearing through my wetness. He was fucking me with a deep, territorial hunger, using his hips to grind hard against my swollen clit on every downstroke, driving me straight toward the edge of insanity.

My mind screamed at me to resist, but my body had already surrendered its vote, and somewhere in that surrender I felt something inside me crack quietly, like a small, private defeat I would never admit aloud.

"You’re mine, Elena," he growled into my mouth, his tongue darting in to catch my broken moans, tasting my sweetness as his hips snapped upward again and again. "Every single inch of you... mine."

"Please... Graham, faster!" I pleaded, throwing my head back, completely shattered by the friction, my hips moving in rhythm with his as I chased the intense, unbearable coil tightening in my lower stomach. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop!"

He chuckled darkly against my throat, his hand moving down between us to press his thumb directly against my sensitive, aching center, rubbing tight, agonizing circles right as he thrust deep inside me once more.

That was it. The double sensation broke me.

My inner walls convulsed violently around him, clamping down on his shaft in hard, uncontrollable waves of a blinding orgasm. I screamed his name into the dark, my thighs shaking against his sides as the pleasure ripped through my entire body, leaving me gasping, spent, and utterly undone beneath him.

But Graham didn’t stop.

While I was still reeling, my body trembling and weeping around him from the overwhelming peak, he kept up his heavy, relentless thrusting... pulling almost all the way back, then driving deep inside me again and again, deliberately prolonging the friction, riding out the aftershocks of my release without granting himself his own finish.

"G-Graham..." I sobbed, my voice cracking as my sensitive walls squeezed him tightly on every stroke. "Stop... I can’t... it’s too much..."

"No." His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt, holding me pinned deep as he leaned over me, his dark, dangerous eyes gleaming in the shadows. He didn’t let go of his control. He kept stroke after stroke going, teasing my entrance, stretching me open, weaponizing the lingering ache between my thighs to keep me completely helpless beneath him.

"You’re going to give up this absurd fantasy, Elena," Graham commanded, his breath scalding my lips as his hips kept a firm, agonizingly slow roll against my slick core. "You’re going to drop the idea of leaving me. You are never looking at another man, and you damn well aren’t walking away from this marriage. Do you hear me?"

A wave of pure, hot fury surged through my chest, cutting through the lingering haze of my orgasm. The realization hit me like a physical slap... he was using my own pleasure, my own body’s betrayal, as a cage to trap me.

Everything he’d taken from me, every ounce of control, suddenly felt unbearable, and beneath the anger simmered something rawer still: the ache of loving a man who had turned that love into a weapon against me.

I clawed at his broad shoulders, my eyes flashing open, burning with unfiltered rage into his.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I spat, my voice shaking with raw fury even as my body betrayed me, clenching around his steady thrusts. "You think you can manipulate me like this?! You think screwing me into submission erases what you’ve done?!"