I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Anne's tears flooded her face when Alan again abused her. Even though she was currently the wife of Alan Knight Clarke, but deep inside, she was still unable to accept the fact.

Alan, who was giving stimulation to Anne, had not noticed Anne's rejection. He was still blinded by his own pleasures. Even though he had often seen beautiful women without clothes, for some reason, now Anne's body was more seductive to him. Like a thirsty baby, Alan sucked forcefully alternating between Anne's right and left breasts, without removing the bra that protected the two beautiful mounds. Anne bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself awake, even though she resisted Alan's touch but her body said otherwise.

As a normal adult woman who received such stimulation on her breasts, Anne's body reacted, because Anne had never done anything, her body was still very pure. The nipples of her small and pink breasts were now hardened, responding to Alan's tongue dancing around them. Anne was really wracked with suffering that tormented her mind.

"Alaan! Stop please...!"

Alan, who was still playing with the breasts with his tongue, raised his face to look at Anne who was already in tears. He slowly released his new favorite thing from his mouth.

"Why? You like it, don't you?" Alan asked quietly.

With tears in her eyes Anne looked at Alan who was now above her body. "Please don't, don't do it, sob..."

"You're my wife Anne, I'm free to do anything," Alan said curtly. He felt annoyed after what he had just done, yet Anne still refused him.

"Don't make me hate you even more, Alan," said Anne honestly.

Alan's one eyebrow rose when he heard Anne's words. He was silent for a while to diges the sentence that his wife just said. Alan slowly let go of his hands that locked Anne's hands above her head. Once her hands could move freely, Anne then moved quickly to cover her breasts with her hands. Her face was red with embarrassment and anger.

"Do you still hate me, Anne?" Alan asked coldly without moving from above Anne's body

"Let go of me, Alan, please. I..."

"Answer me, Anne, do you hate me?!!" Alan rebuked loudly.

All the words that Anne wanted to say were caught in her throat. She couldn't speak in this condition. Anne could feel Alan's anger was greater than before. As a result, for several times Alan asked the same question Anne never answered.

"If you don't answer my question, then I assume you really hate me, Anne. Well, if that's what you want then I'll make you hate me even more. I'll see how far you can hate me," said Alan coldly.

"W-what? Aaahhh ...!"

Anne screamed loudly when Alan suddenly turned her body in a fast motion. Without waiting, Alan immediately took off the skirt that Anne was wearing, so that the beautiful panties that match the color of the bra she wore were clearly visible. The striking color difference between Anne's skin and the underwear that wrapped her body made Alan even more lustful.

"Alan..."

Slap!

"Ahhh...!"

Slap!

"Alann!!!!"

"Tell me, do you still hate me Anne?" Alan asked breathlessly. Seeing the beauty of Anne's body in front of his eyes made him unable to hold back any longer. His lust had really reached the top of his head.

Anne could only cry when she was treated like that by Alan, not the stinging heat on her ass. But it was the great humiliation that Alan gave her that broke her.

Even though the room uses AC, Alan's sweat drips profusely, repeatedly slapping Anne's buttocks, making Alan even more passionate. He did not pay attention to the pitiful screams from Anne that always sounded shortly after he gave the blow. Now both of Anne's buttocks looked red from Alan's actions.

"Remember this as a lesson, Anne, then you can't hate me. You're only allowed to love me, you have to remember that, Anne," Alan said softly as he wiped his sweat.

"Sob...you're evil, Alan...you're mean..."

Although it sounded faint, the words that Anne had just said still sounded clearly in Alan's ears. Instead of being angry, he was happy. Alan also intended to teach Anne another lesson. He vowed to play rough when he made love to Anne in a moment. Hence, without thinking, Alan immediately took off Anne's panties as soon as he managed to turn her body around to make her lie on her back. Even though she didn't like the missionary position when making love, but this time Alan didn't care about it. What was on his mind was to unite himself with Anne immediately.

When he was about to remove the clothes that were still attached to his body, Alan was disturbed by Anne, who was still covering her breasts with her hands.

"Take your hands. Don't let your beauty be covered, Anne. Let me see them, I will give you more pleasure than you can ever imagine, Anne."

"No!!! Don't, Alan..."

Anne couldn't continue her words because Alan's hands had forcibly pulled hers to release her two breasts. When he saw Anne's breasts were free, Alan immediately smiled broadly. But Alan wasn't satisfied. He didn't like making love with women who were still wearing clothes. Without a word, Alan grabbed the blouse that was still attached to Anne's body. Although some of it had been torn off, but Alan was still not satisfied. He wanted to touch Anne's whole body without missing an inch, so he tried to remove all the clothes that she was wearing. Alan slowly took off her skirt. Even though Anne had struggled but her efforts were in vain, because Alan had easily removed the skirt from her body. Alan's eyes widened when he saw Anne's feminine area which was covered in fine hair which was well cared for.

"Ahhh...!"

"See, you're wet, honey. Maybe your lips reject me, but your body doesn't. Your body wants me like that night, Anne," said Alan quickly as he pulled his fingers which he had just rubbed into Anne's wet honey pot. After all, being repeatedly stimulated by Alan had made her body responded.

Anne bit her lower lip hard. She cursed herself for her stupidity of being aroused by Alan's heinous act. Seeing Anne like that, Alan laughed triumphantly. He was satisfied that he had managed to show Anne that her body wasn't lying.

"Now about your clothes, I don't like making love to..."

Thump!

Alan's lustful face turned pale when he saw Anne's body was covered in bruises. The red-purple marks around Anne's neck managed to make Alan's demonic nature disappear.

"Anne..."

Anne did not respond to Alan's words. She was too disappointed and hurt by Alan's treatment to her. Only her tears showed how devastated she was right now.

"Honey... this bruises..."

Alan's hand that was about to touch Anne's neck stopped when Anne suddenly covered her face with both hands. After which Anne's crying voice was heard loudly again. She wept bitterly, her naked body shook violently as she cried.

Alan didn't say anything. He really didn't expect Anne to have bruises like that on her body. He now finally knew the reason why Anne was wearing a turtleneck blouse. With a lot of emotion, Alan hit the nightstand beside him, causing a loud sound that once again scared Anne even more.

"G-gosh Alan...don't hit me! It-it hurts..."