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Victoria

"Michael," our therapist said. "It would appear you don't understand the point of these counseling sessions and anger management classes."

"I do understand the point," Michael defended. "I've been doing better. Victoria will even say so."

"You may be doing better, but you need to improve on controlling your anger. We've discussed this, Michael. You're not at anger management to only learn about techniques for no reason; you need to use those techniques."

Michael let out a frustrated sigh. Our date night went differently than he had hoped.

"Marry me."

Most women would feel happy hearing those words or like their dreams were coming true. I felt like my world was being shattered. Marrying Michael would be like signing my soul to the devil. Only God knows how quickly he'd want to start planning everything and getting more people involved in our business. I couldn't marry him. I stayed quiet, and my smile fell.

The light in Michael's eyes faded and was replaced with anger. He grabbed my arm tightly and practically dragged me to the car. Once we reached the car, Michael grabbed me by the throat and slammed me down on the hood.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Michael shouted in my face. "You don't want to marry me? After everything I've done for you? Is nothing good enough?!"

Michael's grip tightened on my throat, and I began seeing black dots.

"Michael, please," I choked out.

Michael looked as if coming out of a trance as he let go of my neck. I began to cough and gasp for air as I fell to the ground; Michael got in the car without saying anything. It took a few minutes for me to catch my breath.

Once I got back in the car, Michael began to drive home. As Michael drove, I kept glancing at the steering wheel. How I wished I could crash the car.

"Victoria," our therapist said. "Why didn't you say yes when Michael proposed?"

I looked away, trying to think of a convincing answer.

"Is it because you're afraid Michael won't change?"

Despite that not being the reason, I nodded my head.

"But I am changing!" Michael yelled, making me flinch.

"Evidently not," our therapist firmly said. "Michael, the most important thing you need to work on is your anger. How do you expect Victoria to feel safe with you? A husband is supposed to care for and protect his wife, and he's supposed to make sure she feels loved and safe. Victoria might feel loved, but how is she supposed to feel safe if you can't protect her from yourself?"

"Aren't you supposed to be on my side?" Michael coldly said. Frustrated.

"Not when you're refusing to work toward reaching your goal. Your goal is to be a better man for Victoria and Antonio. Based on the bruises on Victoria's arm and neck, it's safe to assume you're not becoming a better man."

Michael looked away, taking deep breaths to control his anger.

"Now, that's what you should've done when Victoria didn't say yes!" Our counselor scolded.

I wondered if she was a legit counselor; last I recall, counselors aren't supposed to speak to their patients that way.

"The last time you two were here, it seemed like you had made some progress. Evidently, Victoria was still scared, and your actions validated her fears. This is a setback in your relationship, and we'll have to start over."

I looked at Michael, who seemed devastated. I wasn't going to feel bad; it was his fault. On the bright side, our counselor was convinced I was open to working things out with Michael.

"Victoria, I want you to be honest."

Oh, shit.

"What runs through your mind when you're around Michael."

How much I want to kill him.

I took a deep breath and said, "I remind myself how to behave so I don't piss him off."

"How do you feel you should behave?"

"Smile, don't talk bad, don't contradict him, and be a perfect little housewife."

"So you're walking on eggshells and not being yourself?"

"Pretty much," I sighed.

Our counselor gave Michael a stern look; I had to restrain myself from grinning.

Michael

All three of my counselors said to give Victoria space. It had been three weeks, and it still felt like we were back at square one.

I suppose I did overreact when Victoria didn't say yes. I couldn't help it. I had been so excited to start a new chapter in our lives. All I wanted from the moment I met her was to make Victoria my wife, have a family, and love and cherish her forever. Was that too much to ask for?

As I waited for soccer practice to end for Antonio, I reflected back on my life. I questioned all the decisions I had made. Why didn't I run away? What would have happened if I had stayed in college? What if I never hit Victoria? What if I let Victoria be when she ran away? What if I continued having casual fucks and never sought a serious relationship? How would mine and Victoria's lives be different?

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of car doors closing. I looked around and saw parents getting out of their cars and heading to the soccer field. I did as the other parents and immediately saw Antonio when I reached the soccer field.

"Daddy!" Antonio shouted as he ran up to me.

I hugged Antonio tight as soon as he was in my arms. I was so grateful he wasn't mad at me anymore. It broke my heart that my son hated me, but now that things were better, I couldn't be happier. I kissed Antonio on the head and carried him to the car.

Antonio told me all about practice as I drove home; it was cute how excited he was for his upcoming game. Once we pulled up in front of the house, I took a deep breath. It made me sad that I wasn't greeted with a kiss when I walked through the door.

"Daddy, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just tired. Let's go inside."

I got out of the car and opened the door for Antonio since the child lock was on. Antonio quickly ran to the front door while I put my car keys in my jacket and took out the house keys.

I noticed the lights were dim when I stepped into the house. Victoria entered the room wearing a thin button-up blouse and skinny jeans. The blouse was so thin that I could see her black lace bra underneath, making my cock hard.

"Hi, Antonio!" Victoria squatted down as Antonio ran to hug her. "How was practice?"

"Good! I blocked the ball every time."

"That's great! I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you."

Victoria looked up at me and then back at Antonio.

"I need to talk to Daddy for a while; I have a movie set up for you in your room and some of your favorite snacks."

"Thank you, Mommy!" Antonio gave Victoria another hug.

"Alright. Stay in your room until I call you."

"Okay, mommy."

As Antonio ran up the stairs, I noticed rose petals scattered on the floor.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, knowing where this situation was going.

Victoria walked up to me and placed her hands on my chest. I don't," she said as her hand roamed down to my abs, her fingers slowly tracing each muscle over my shirt and moving back up to my chest.

"Is that so?" I asked. "There's nothing you have to say for yourself? For your behavior over the past few weeks?"

Victoria sighed as she ran her hand over my cock and said, "Well, truth be told, I'd like to apologize."

I let out a small chuckle.

"I like this apology. Are you gonna apologize like this every time you do something bad?"

"Maybe. It depends if this helps you forgive me."

"Victoria, I forgave you when I saw how you dressed for me."

Victoria bit her lip and planted her lips against mine in a slow but passionate kiss.

I gently grabbed her hips and pulled her body against mine, making sure she could feel my hard cock. This caused her to gasp in surprise. I took that opportunity to stick my tongue in her mouth to caress hers gently. I didn't dominate Victoria immediately; instead, I took my time and put all my love for her into the kiss. I wanted her to know how much I loved her and make her feel like the queen she is.

I moved my lips to her neck and kissed her gently until I reached her sweet spot. I flicked my tongue over the area and began to nibble her skin, gently sucking, making Victoria shiver. My grip on her waist tightened as I pulled her closer.

Victoria began to rub her crotch against mine, causing us both to moan. I caressed her butt as my assault on her neck turned brutal. Victoria was panting as she pressed her breasts against my chest. Moving my lips back to hers, I slowly moved my hands up Victoria's waist and gently massaged her breasts, making her moan. Victoria slowly opened my jacket, and I quickly shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

After a few minutes, I placed one hand on Victoria's throat and slowly moved her against the wall. With my free hand, I undid the button of her shirt, reached behind her, and undid her bra. I tugged her bra down and latched onto her breast, remembering how I used to drink milk from her. Victoria's hand moved to the back of my head, and she began tugging my hair.

After giving her other breast some attention, my lips returned to Victoria's, where they belonged. My hands moved to unbutton Victoria's jeans and reach into her underwear. I gently ran my fingers along her clit, earning another moan. Victoria began to kiss along my jaw, making her way to my ear. She slowly brushed her tongue over my ear, letting out a warm breath, making me gasp at the pleasure. I nearly lost it when she began to nibble on my earlobe.

I inserted two fingers inside Victoria and began to massage her G-spot, making her gasp. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her, deep and slow, making her pant and moan. I wrapped my free hand around Victoria's waist and buried my face in her neck, savoring this moment.

Victoria made a loud moan as she orgasmed, covering my fingers in her cum. I took my hand out of her underwear and licked my fingers clean; I loved the taste of her. The lust-filled look in Victoria's eyes made my cock get even harder, making me shove her deeper into the wall as I continued to kiss her. I felt Victoria unbutton my pants and reach inside my boxers to massage my cock, making me groan; her slow movements were torturous.

I firmly gripped Victoria's butt and hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to our room, where I planned on dominating her all night.