“I’ll f*** you in front of everyone if I want to!” he snarled. The silence in the hall made him aware that he had spoken louder than he had intended to.
The sound of the slap that landed on his cheek seemed to echo in the room. Gaston stood, stunned as his wife took a few steps back and then she ran out of the room, blindly.
Schwartz was suddenly beside him, steering Gaston away.
‘You’re drunk,’ he said mildly. “Come with me.”
Gaston shook his head, the blood pounding in his head, furious,’ After I’m done with that little b****.” he mumbled.
But Schwartz managed to restrain him and led him off the floor.
*
She was waiting in her room when he reached home, standing by the bed, her eyes wide, breathing quickly, her arms wrapped around her body protectively. Dressed, he thought sneeringly, in her demure nightdress which made her seem like a schoolgirl.
“You’ll going to pay for that, you…” he growled as he closed the door, advancing towards her, pulling off his clothes as he approached her. He could see her terror and yet, he could not help admiring her as she stood, small and stiff, refusing to beg.
As he reached for her again, she said, ”there’s something I have to tell you…” ignoring her, he pulled her to him yanking off her clothes, feasting on her full breasts and moving his hand further down…