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IRENE

"No, I don't need any help. I want to do this on my own."

Kian was being stubborn as he refused to leave me alone in the kitchen while I cooked.

Back home, the cook makes all three meals and here in NYC too Kian had a cook but I told him that I would be cooking today.

I genuinely wanted to cook something for Kian and have his approval, to make him happy.

"Just go and sit there or I swear I won't talk to you," I warned him, pointing to the kitchen island.

"Oh, can you honestly go without talking to me for five minutes?" He challenged.

"Yes, I can." I waved the spatula in his direction.

He smirked, looking all smug. "Let's see."

"Fine." I accepted his challenge and went back to cooking.

I was making him tacos. His favourite and there was no way I was messing this up.

I was making it wholeheartedly and with lots and lots of love so I was pretty confident that it would turn out to be good.

When he brought me those tacos at my house, the filling was of chicken, lots of veggies and it was spicy so I tried to keep those things in mind as I cooked.

Since I was fully concentrated on my task, I didn't say anything to him as the minutes ticked by and I knew I would win that challenge.

I assembled the tacos, sprinkled grated cheese over the filling and then put it in the oven to broil.

An arm snaked around my waist, while the other wrapped just above my breasts. Kian nuzzled my ear. "You have been awfully quiet."

I glanced at the wall clock and I realised that I had gone without speaking for ten minutes straight and Kian sounded worried.

Just to mess with him, I didn't speak and started wiping the countertop with the cleaning cloth.

"Irene?" Kian pulled me further back against his chest. "Talk to me."

He placed a kiss on my cheek. "What happened to my chatterbox?"

Since he held me firmly, I couldn't move much so I gave up on the cleaning process and just stood leaning against him silently.

Pinching my chin in between his fingers, Kian tilted my face up towards him. There was a frown on his face as he cocked his head. "Are you angry at me?"

I stared at him blankly, not giving him a reply.

He pulled my chin down, forcing my mouth to open as he demanded, "Speak."

When I didn't say anything, his jaw clenched and he glared at me. "Did you lose your tongue?"

"Irene", he warned. "Say something dammit. You won, okay? You have been silent for more than ten minutes now."

On not getting any response, he groaned, bent down and pressed his lips to mine.

His lips moulded against mine perfectly and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back.

The kiss lasted for about a minute and then Kian broke it, shooting me another glare. "If you don't start speaking, I am taking you to the doctor."

I rolled my eyes. "Now you know how it feels to not get a reply?"

"You were taking revenge on me?"

"Yup! How did you like the taste of your own medicine?"

"You didn't like it, right?" I asked. "Now, imagine how I felt when you used to ignore my questions."

Guilt flashed across his face. "I'm sorry."

"You should be. But I have forgiven you for that. I was just messing with you."

He blew out a breath, not impressed by my joke and I got out of his hold just as the oven timer went off.

I plated the tacos on a plate, placed it on the kitchen island and Kian took a seat and I stood across him.

"If after tasting it you don't praise me for ten minutes straight, I am divorcing you."

Kian's mouth opened and closed, he looked slightly scared now as he lifted a taco up to his mouth.

I watched him closely as he took a bite of it after blowing on it to cool it down.

"How is it?" I asked anxiously as he slowly chewed, his eyes locked with mine.

He placed it down and curled his fingers at me, beckoning me close.

"Stop being dramatic and just tell me. I won't divorce you if you give me a criticism, as long as you do it gently."

He cocked his head, gesturing for me to come close.

I rounded the island, stood next to him and he grabbed my hands and lifted it up and started to kiss them. "It's delicious."

I sighed, smacking his shoulder gently. "You didn't have to be so dramatic."

He smiled in return, a little mischievously. "Your anxious face is amusing."

"You are an asshole and I have a feeling we are going to have our first couple fight today with the way you are behaving."

His smile widened a bit. "Maybe..."

Inside I was just bubbling with excitement, I loved interacting with him like this. I loved it when he behaved boyish and unserious with me.

After our date earlier today, I think I have been drunk on love.

I climbed over his lap, sat with my back to his chest and picked up a taco, tasting it myself and in reality, it was good.

But it wasn't that delicious that he kissed my hand but who would argue with him now?

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It was our last day in New York City and I was kinda sad but at the same time, I was excited for our honeymoon to Paris.

We haven't decided on the dates but when I asked him yesterday, he said he was ready to take me whenever I wanted.

So yeah, I am sure we will go pretty soon.

The line in the coffee shop was longer than usual and Kian stood in the line to order our breakfast while I looked around the aesthetic cafe.

I turned around in a circle looking up at the art on the wall when I bumped into someone.

"What the fuck?!" A masculine voice seethed.

I watched in horror as I accidentally spilt all his coffee over his white shirt. He was glaring down at it.

Then his eyes snapped up to me, recognition flashing in them. "Irene?"

He did look vaguely familiar and on closer inspection, I remembered him. "Oliver?" He was my classmate in high school. "I am so sorry, I should have looked where I was going."

Thankfully, Oliver has always been a sweet person and he reached out and placed his palm on my shoulder. "It's fine. You have always been clumsy."

Taking my handkerchief, I started to wipe the front of his shirt. "I know right? Shit. I didn't expect to see you here."

"It's okay." He caught my wrist, stopping me. "How have you been?"

"I'm good." I grinned. "What about you?"

He nodded, smiling softly. "I'm good too. I got a placement here so I have been living here for the past few years. You are here for...?"

"For the weekend--"

At that moment, Kian stepped beside me holding our coffees and pastries, his eyes narrowing at where Oliver still held my hand.

Shit. Shit.

I yanked my hand free and placed it around his waist. "Oliver, this is my husband Kian." Then I spoke to him, "This is Oliver, we were in high school together."

Kian's jaw was locked tightly as he watched him coldly, not saying a single word.

Oliver shifted uncomfortably. "Um, hi."

"He doesn't speak much," I told him, trying to break the tension. "Anyway, it was nice meeting you and once again sorry for spilling your coffee. I can buy you a new one though..."

Kian took a very subtle step towards him and I tightened my arm around him, silently begging him to not hurt him.

Oliver waved his hand. "Nah, it's fine. It was lovely seeing you again, Irene."

I smiled. "You too."

Saying goodbyes, we parted our ways.

Kian seemed pissed off, giving off scary vibes and I didn't say anything, scared to put him off further.

In silence, we walked back to the penthouse which was nearby.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I remembered. "Shit, I should have taken his number."

Wrong choice of words.

Kian slammed our breakfast down on the coffee table, snapping his head at me and directing an icy glare at me.

"Um...he was just a friend..." I mumbled, taking a few steps back.

Jealousy was written all over his face mixed with intense possessiveness. I didn't know how to assure him.

He scared me in that moment. Deep down I knew he wouldn't hurt me but still, my brain caught on to the danger emitting from him.

Leisurely, he started to roll up his shirt sleeves, his gaze connected with mine as he spoke in a low voice, "Run."

Before I could even think much about it, I turned around and started to run away from him.

Fuck. It was thrilling for some reason, tingles shooting straight in between my legs.

Wow, I shouldn't possibly be turned on by the prospect of him catching me.

It was seconds later when I heard his footsteps behind me and I shrieked, running up the stairs.

He wasn't even running, he simply followed me at his normal pace but I swear he walks so fast.

I ran with all my might and went inside our bedroom, hoping to lock it before he could enter but I don't know how he caught up to me, slamming his palm on the door and forcing it open.

"Look, we can talk about this, okay?" I said nervously. "You are being overly possessive--"

I gasped as his hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around my throat and he jerked me to himself, sizing me up like prey. "Am I, wife?"

I had nothing to say and he dragged me over to the bed and pushed me down on it on my belly.

The way he manhandled me...

Why the fuck am I turned on?

I crawled up the bed, trying to get away but he caught my ankle, holding me in place and I felt his weight over me as he straddled my legs.

I had the power to stop this. I just had to say my safe word and I knew he would stop but the wetness in between my thighs said otherwise.

I knew where this was going.

I heard the clink of his belt as he unbuckled it with one hand, the other pressed against my back to stop me from moving.

I breathed heavily as he shoved my dress up and grabbed the waistband of my panties, roughly pulling it making the material bite into my skin until it snapped, tearing completely and he threw it away leaving my bottom bare.

My heart jumped excitedly when I heard his pants' zipper pulled down.

A spank landed on my ass making me jerk up.

Then another on my other cheek.

His fingers roughly dug into my hips as the head of his cock thrust inside me making me gasp and clutch the sheets desperately.

Kian always made sure to give me foreplay before fucking me but today...

I didn't mind it. Not at all.

He forced another inch of himself inside me, grunting.

I panted. "Ah, too much..."

He spanked me again before a hand sneaked between us to rub at my clit. "This pussy better take every inch of me, wife."

I moaned as he rubbed my clit harshly making me wetter and he shoved himself inside to the hilt.

I felt him bend down, his fingers wrapping around my hair at the back of my neck as he pulled my head up with it.

Lips pressed to my ear, whispering harshly as he fucked me hard. "You are mine. Is that so fucking hard for people to understand?"

"He's just a friend!" I cried out.

"I don't care." He snapped, pulling out and thrusting inside even harder. "You are mine. Every inch of yours belongs to me."

He nipped my earlobe. "You are my wife. Mine."

Tears gathered in my eyes due to the intensity with which he fucked me and I gasped and moaned, clawing at the sheet.

"Who do you belong to, baby?"

"You!" I moaned loudly.

He stilled his hips making me whine in disappointment. "And who am I to you?"

"My husband." I gasped. "My husband."

"That's fucking right." Thrust. "I am..." Thrust. "Your..." Thrust. "Fucking..." Thrust. "Husband."

"Yes, yes." I chanted in agreement, pressing my face into the bed, pleasure rolling through me.

His hand snaked around my belly, stroking it. "I am going to fill you with my cum, put a baby in you so that the whole world knows who you belong to."

Oh fuck. I shouldn't have liked that idea so much. An orgasm started to form.

"Yes", he groaned to himself. "I am going to make this pretty little belly swell with my baby."

"Kian." I gasped. "Please." I wanted to come.

"Oh no." He chuckled humorously. "You don't get to fucking come. You will just lay there and take my cum like a good fucking wife."

Feminists around the world would have argued but me? I fucking melted into a puddle.

I loved his possessiveness. I loved his claim over me because I trusted him and loved him.

That's when it clicked. He just needs assurance...

Kian fucked me hard and rough, making the headboard of the bed slam into the wall with every thrust.

I needed to come so bad but he didn't let me, simply used me for his pleasure.

"I only want you. No one else." I assured him. "Only you."

He grabbed the back of my neck, squeezing it. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Yes. Only you. I love you. I love you so much, Kian. I don't want any other man."

His cock twitched inside me and he started to thrust desperately. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He cursed and groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

Then with a whimper, he came inside me.

He laid on top of me, crushing me with his weight and for a second I thought he didn't hear me.

But then he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back, his features softening. "Say that again."

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The way I had to stop writing in between every few paragraphs and take a deep breath.

Kian, the man you are 🤌🏼

Those who feel that he has been over-the-top possessive and it's a red flag, kindly keep your mouth shut.
(I mean no disrespect.)