A marriage full of wounds

chapter 23

Catherine is now rearranging her husband's first wife's blanket, after he replaced the woman's — sleeping pajamas made of soft silk.

After seeing that her work was done, Catherine stepped towards the door of the room, leaving the figure of the beautiful woman in her long sleep.

However, just as his soft hands wanted to open the door of the room, suddenly the hard object opened from outside. Showing the figure of a dark-faced man staring at himself sharply.

The messy appearance with a dark red face, those red and heavy looking eyes, kept a close eye on his little wife.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a heavy voice whose gaze did not turn away from his second wife.

Catherine smelled the intoxicating wine from her husband's mouth, apparently the beautiful man in front of her drunk

"I am, in the line of duty that you are giving," replied Catherine who tried to remain calm, though she was so nervous about getting a foreign gaze from her husband.

Jeffin now stood looming in front of the bedroom door, trying to block his little wife out of the room.

"When, I say it?" He asked again who continued to closely monitor the entire body of his little wife, as if he wanted to strip his second wife with a predatory look.

"T-so early in the morning," Catherine started to look nervous, as Jeffin got closer to her.

"Oh, yes, I remember. Don't you want to serve me? To carry out your duties as a wife?" Jeffin's speech was smooth, which resembled a whisper with a slight inclination of his athletic upright body towards Catherine who was angled on the sturdy door leaf.

"Don't you say it like that, hm?" Follow Jeffin who is now caging his second wife's tiny body and sweeping Catherine's face with the scent of his breath.

"Say!" Jeffin's whispers returned with a stifled growl, right beside his wife's ears.

"I-iya," Catherine replied stammered and the look on her face began to frighten.

"Why are you nervous? Where was your confidence this morning, which ... really wanted to serve me," said he slowly, whose face was so with Catherine's face now.

"I-I, I-I'll get you ready, change of clothes," said Catherine who tried to get away from her husband's confinement.

Jeffin was seen smiling very thinly, a smile that resembled a sneaky grin. The man then pulled Catherine's slender waist, so that their bodies would stick together. Jeffin could feel Catherine's body freezing hard and felt her skin moist with cold sweat.

"I want you. Run your duty as a wife in bed now." Jeffin whispered in the recess of Catherine's white neck that he had already removed to the other side.

Catherine was getting pias and frozen, her body was almost trembling with cold sweat had soaked some of her skin.

"I-I'm, b-not ready yet," the girl's great-grandson whose face had paled.

"You, scared?" Jeffin asked with a heavy and hoarse voice.

"Well! Where is your courage, miss? Your attitude, your arrogance and your domineering attitude. I, look, you fired all the waiters here?" Read Jeffin who continues to caress the feminine back of his second wife.

"You, saying you'd do anything for me, and make me happy, so I want my right to your body now," Jeffin again said a scary sentence, for Catherine who looks more and more pajas.

"One, song. Don't you love me so much and like me so much" Jeffin continued, scornfully.

"Now, it's time to do your duty, you're saying that you're my wife who deserves me, so let's have fun tonight, MY WIFE." Jeffin punched intently at the end of his sentence and without further ado he immediately, pulled Catherine's wrists roughly.

"N-no, I can't do it yet" pleaded with Catherine who was now being forcibly brought into their room with Jeffin pulling his wife's wrist rough.

"Akh!" Catherine screeched as her body crashed violently on top of the luxurious bed.

"I, don't accept rejection." Timpal Jeffin while opening one by one the buttons of his shirt.

"Curtain! What, are you proud of this cheap body of yours. Isn't this what you want? Enjoying intercourse with me?" Tukas Jeffin with contempt.

Catherine could only protect herself who sat hugging her own tiny body.

Jeffin who tonight lost half his control, due to the drink given by his best friend. His body felt sultry and wanted an impingement of desire. Especially when he saw the appearance of his second wife who was wearing sleeping pajamas which in his vision Catherine looked tempting.

In fact, the girl was wearing closed sleeping pajamas. I don't know, maybe Jeffin has been consumed by the sedition of his own best friend plus drink that makes it hot cold.

"No! No, do that I beg you. I, will do it when you can accept me, "please Catherine by returning her face soaked in tears of fear.

Jeffin seemed dark eyes, he did not heed the request of his little wife, the man with a single pull on the foot — Catherine, able to make the girl is now under his control.

"Please, let me go!" Pinta Catherine with terrified eyes, the girl tried to push her husband's body away. Which is already stuck in his body. Catherine could feel the warmth of her husband's plain upper body. A field chest painting that is so seductive and sexy. But ... for Catherine this was really scary, especially when Jeffin's hand was blocked on both hands. Her two legs, which had been trying to rebel, were now squeezed by her husband's legs.

Catherine's entire petite body is now locked by her husband's crush and check. Catherine could only display a pleading face with howling tears streaming down both cheeks, followed by cold sweat pouring down from the top of her head.

Jeffin cared for the screeches and rots of his little wife, he continued to move to remove all the cloth that covered his beautiful body by force and rough.

Jeffin began to run out of patience, he then tore the rough pajamas of his little wife, as well as the fabric of Catherine's subordinates did not escape the privateness of her husband who was so horrible to look tonight, as well as the fabric of her subordinates, like a hungry predator ready to attack prey.

The man with the dark gaze, watching closely all over his wife's innocent body, could not lie to his feelings of admiration for the beauty and beauty of this tiny body under his power.

But again, Jeffin was burned by his ego feeling that wanted to destroy his wife's life.

The tall, burly man let go of the hand that blocked both of his wife's wrists. But he still occupied both thighs — his wife while trying to remove the last cover cloth he wore.

Jeffin was unaffected by Catherine's small hand punch that continued to strike his chest, which was opening the trouser hook.

The man's breath was increasingly hunting fast when their two skin touched each other, Jeffin's face was even darker, between holding back desire and also revenge. Her dark red eyes continued to highlight Catherine's face.

Fingers are now guerrilla on every surface of his wife's smooth skin, making the poor girl, increasingly tormented in fear.

"I, please let go" Catherine asked in an almost inaudible voice, as a result of too much yelling and crying.

Her body was getting weaker and more helpless, she could only look at her husband's beautiful face with teary eyes and tears.

"I, will not let go of you after feeling this cheap body of yours" whispered Jeffin on his wife's face, with a heavy voice that seemed to be squeezed by an ardent desire.

Catherine tried to dodge by shaking her head weakly and pushing her husband's field chest.

"Curtain! Why, you're so expensive, hem? It's as if your body is still intact" he whispered again with insults.

Catherine was increasingly afflicted with pain, when she heard the insults of her dubious honor.

"I, I've never done it. I-this ... first for me," Catherine's great-grandson who can still be heard by the — men above her.

"What, you think I believe," he sneered while inhaling the fragrance of the wife's body.

Without many more words, Jeffin did a rough unification and without opening first, and — with one rough push the two bodies were now fused.

"Akhc! Shouted in pain Catherine, as she felt something enter her body that seemed to split her body. Along with the sound of lightning and thunder roared violently. It was as if she felt the pain of the girl.

In another room, the long-sleeping woman is seen moving her index finger, as if feeling a wife's strong instincts, when the husband is doing something bad.