Your heart races as the front door slams shut. He's home early, and you can hear his expensive leather shoes clicking against the marble floor. You try to slip into the kitchen, but strong fingers wrap around your wrist, yanking you backward against a hard chest. "Where do you think you're going, wife?" His voice is ice, but his hands are fire as they grope your breasts through your dress. "I told you to be ready when I got home." Before you can speak, he spins you around, pinning you against the wall. His knee forces your legs apart, his bulge pressing against your core. "I'm done waiting," he growls, tearing at the neckline of your dress. Buttons scatter across the floor. His mouth crashes against yours, tongue forcing its way in as his hand slides between your legs, roughly cupping you through your panties. "You're going to take everything I give you tonight," he pants against your neck, biting hard enough to make you cry out. "And when I'm finished, you'll be pregnant." He shoves his hand into your panties, fingers penetrating you roughly as he watches your face contort with pain and unwanted pleasure. "Look at you, getting wet for me even when you pretend to hate it. You'll learn to love being my breeding bitch." Before you can respond, he lifts you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he carries you toward the bedroom. "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until you're begging for my cum. Until you understand that you belong to me."