"You came into my room," I said, voice low, trembling around the edges. "You pinned me down. You rutted me while I told you to stop. Do you really have to ask if it hurt?"
Elaine flinched like I'd slapped her. "I didn't know..." Her voice dropped, uneven. "I haven't had sex before except you... that night of our wedding."
I clapped once, sharp and mocking, the sound slicing through the air. "Should I give you a trophy, then? Are you testing your sexual prowess on me?" The words tasted bitter, but I let them bite.
"I didn't—" she started.
"Don't," I cut her off, my voice rising now. "You don't what? Don't deny it, okay? You hate me—that's fine. But why hurt me? I am not your property. You are my husband, and you should behave like one, not like some caged beast testing its claws."
She opened her mouth, then closed it. The word never came.
