"I already told you, I don't want to have this conversation again."
Bella made her way upstairs, out of his way and away from his bad mood. (Hn) was going on and on about if they just sold his car and bought a van, it would make life so much easier. "Think of everything we could fit, we'd never have to pay some idiot with two spare brain cells to drive one again!" he'd say, but Bella just didn't want to hear it. A van was messy, clunky and huge and she didn't want it on the driveway.
(Hn) grabbed for her wrist and she twisted away from him. He took a few long strides after her and followed her into the bedroom, grabbing at her wrist again.
"(Hn) leave me alone, we're not getting a fucking van!" she snapped.
At this he moved in front of her, grabbed both of her arms at her shoulders, gritted his teeth and growled
"Don't fucking talk to me like that, you hear me?"
Bella bowed her head to avoid his bared teeth, but he softened his grip on her arms and lifted her chin with one finger before cupping her face gently and tracing his thumb along her jawline. He moved in close to her, kissing her cheek and neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, her hair, her perfume.
"Do I need to remind you...?"
Before he had a chance to finish, Bella backed against the wall and shook her head, no.
"Are you sure...?" he said in a soft, low voice. It was menacing now, as he took a step forward and closed the gap between them. She could feel his breath on her neck again and she tried to turn away.
"(Hn)..." she whispered, holding her hands against his chest, as much as it was useless to try and move him away.
"What is it, baby?" he breathed, stroking her face with one hand while the other found her hip and grabbed it leaving fingertip marks on her skin, pulling her even closer. Her sharp intake of breath caused a smirk to grow across his face.
"If you think that hurt, doll, you won't enjoy what's coming next."
He kissed her deeply and roughly, his hands tearing at her clothes as she tried to bat them away, his teeth nipping at her lips, jawline and neck.
"(Hn) Stop it...please I don't..." said Bella between grunts of frustration
"Don't what?" he asked through gritted teeth,
he grabbed her by the throat and squeezed while he unbuckled his belt.
"Don't what?!" he shouted this time, slamming her against the wall.
She grabbed at the hand around her throat and he laughed, turning her around, pushing his knees between her legs, and forcing her hands behind her back. Her face is pushed against the wall as he kicks her legs apart and shoves two fingers deep into her pussy from behind.
"Why do you argue with me, Bella? Huh?" Why do you argue with me when I can so easily take what I want?" he spits at her, pumping his fingers inside her pussy, enjoying the mix of whines of protest and moans of pleasure.
"You know you love it when I use you like this."
Her mumbled words fell out of her mouth, drooling with pain, pleasure and excitement. (Hn) pulled her head back, hand fully intertwined with her hair and kissed her deeply. "Use your words, Princess."
"Yes...please..fuck..." she moaned
