Scream!

"Em, don't you fucking dare and leave the house!" Matt growled as I threw my clothes in the suitcase without saying a word. "Are you listening to me?!" He said, suddenly turning me around to face him. "Did you fucking listen to a word I said to you in the last two months?! No you didn't, because you're never at home!" I screamed on his face. "I have a fucking job. Or else how would you run this house?!" He spat. "That's the only lame excuse you give!" I said before leaving his house which used to be ours once.

*45 days later*

"Emma. Honey, open the door." I heard my mom say from the other side of the door. "Why did you let him in the house, mom?" I asked in irritation. "Emma, don't be childish. He's your husband for god's sake." Mom said. I cringed at the mention of 'husband' and sighed. What the fuck happened to us?

Everything was going good between Matt and I. We were together for five years before we decided to get married. But as the years flew by, we started having issues with each other.

Almost every month, we'd fight and either one of us would leave the house for a good couple of days until everything was sorted out. Fighting had become a tradition in our married life. But this time, he's pushed the boundaries too much. I don't even remember when was the last time we talked to each other properly.

"Em, open the door." I heard his voice and stiffened. Even today, after being together for five years now, his voice can make the hairs on my neck stand up straight. "Go away, Matt. I don't wanna talk to you or see your face!" I huffed.

"Please don't say that, Em. I love you and I'm here to bring you back home. Open the door, Em. Please." I heard him say. "I'm tired, Matt! I'm tired of all the nights you stay alone in the studio, I'm tired of our fights and the silent treatments you give me, I'm tired of being in this.....crappy relationship with you. I'm fucking tired of everything!" I snapped, forcing the tears back in my eyes.

"Em, let me in. Please." I heard his voice low, almost a whisper and exhaled. "What do you want from me?" I asked, opening the door. Matt stood on my doorstep in a white muscle t-shirt and dark jeans. He's shaved finally and his brown hair is shorter now.

"I want you to come back home, Em. I can't live alone, I need you." He said shutting the door behind him. "What do you need me for?" I asked, crossing my arms. "What kinda question is that? You're my woman, Emma." He said with a slight frown.

"You didn't answer my fucking question. 'What do you need me for'- which part of it don't you understand?!" I snapped.

"Don'tvraise your voice at me like that." He said in a serious tone. "You're making me do this." I said, coldly. We stared at each other for a few seconds, anger bubbling in our eyes. I noticed his jaw muscles clench and the vein in his neck pulsate rhythmically. He was outraged and so was I.

"You're coming home with me right fucking now and that's final." He said coldly and went out, shutting the door on my face. A few minutes later, mom came inside and said, "I'll help you pack."

And now I'm in his car, going to 'our' house. I don't know what made me fucking change my mind. Matt hasn't said a single word yet and so haven't I. He's looking on the road with a frown and a serious expression. His phone rings and he answers it.

"I'm driving, Zacky." He said. I looked ahead and heard him say, "Studio now?" I snickered and rolled my eyes. This man was a fucking workaholic. No matter how many times he said sorry, he'd simply go back to his work and forget everything.

His face turned towards me and said into the phone, "I'll come tomorrow. It's quite late now anyways." With that, he hung up and drove faster.

Once we got inside the house, my jaw hit the ground. Paper cups, plastic bags, Matt's Xbox, his dirty laundry, half eaten junk food and hundreds of other garbage was lying on the floor. What was up with this man? I can't believe I married him!

"You don't have to worry about any of this. I'll call a cleaning team tomorrow." Matt said in a deep tone. "Grow up, Matt." I said and walked into our room. At least he's kept our room clean. "Em, we need to talk." He said as I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t shirt from my suitcase. "I'm going to take a shower now. I don't have time to talk." With that, I went to the bathroom and shut the door.

After a good thirty minutes in the shower, I walked back into the room, the towel wrapped around my head. I saw Matt sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of basketball shorts only with his head in his hands. "Talk to me, Em." I heard him say and exhaled.

"There's nothing to talk about, Matt." I said, removing the towel from my head. "There is." He insisted, wrapping one of his arms around my waist and pulling me into him.

"Matt..." I said, squirming in his arms. "What?!" He snapped, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Let go of me!" I demanded and all he did was hold me against him more firmly. I tired to push him away so that I could get up from his lap. But his death grip on my hips wouldn't even let me budge.

"Get one thing straight, Em. I'm never letting go of you!" He growled in my ear before biting on my earlobe, causing me to moan. His hand slipped past the waistband of my shorts as I wriggled in his arms. "Stop...." I whined softly, making his growl against my ear. I felt his erection pressing into my hip as he put sweet kisses behind my ear.

I regained my senses and looked into his eyes. A mixture of anger and lust reflected in his hazel eyes while his big hands rubbed my back. "If you think I'm stopping now then you're totally wrong, Em." he said, leaning forward. I stand up quickly the moment I feel Matt's hands loosen around me.

"What the fuck, Em?!" He bellows with a frown. "This isn't happening now, Matt." I say, shaking my head. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He growls, standing up too.

"It's pretty late. And as far as I know, you've to go to the studio tomorrow. I'm sure you don't wanna be late." I say, turning towards my side of the bed.

I hear a growl and in the blink of an eye I'm on the bed, wriggling beneath Matt. "Let me go, Matt!" I said, trying to get him off of me. The next second, his teeth finds my neck and digs into it. My back arches as I scream, my thighs spread apart. One of his hands tug my t shirt over my head and the other hold my wrists above my head.

"Like I said before, Em. I'm never letting go of you." He purred in my ear before smashing his lips onto mine. He kisses me hard, demanding for access. But I shut my lips tightly, not allowing him to enter my mouth. So he grinds his hips against mine, making me moan as he quickly twists our tongues together.

I kiss him back with full force and he finally lets go of my hands. My fingers find his hair and tug at them while his mouth ravishes mine. His calloused fingers tease my nipples, causing me to squirm again. His free hand tugs down my shorts and panties before sliding them off around my ankles.

I feel his hand between my thighs, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. "You're mine, Emma. Did you hear me?! You're never getting away from me!" He growls as his fingers curl teasingly into me, my mucles clenching at the sensation. I could barely breathe now when suddenly I come, gushing the liquid that now covers Matt's hand.

I pull at the waistband of his shorts while his hands travel all over my body. He lifts up slightly before slipping his shorts down, freeing his hard member. As I stroke him lightly, I can feel the blood pulsing through it. "Fuck, Em!" He groans.

I manage to flip us over and straddle him as he rubs my hips. He groans again, feeling my hips grind down onto his hard on. His hands go for my thighs, gripping the flesh. I growl softly, grinding down harder against him. I close my eyes as I slowly sink down onto him, feeling the thickness filling me. He groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine. I ease back and slowly push myself down again.

I feel Matt grasp my shoulders and he flips us over again. He eases back and fills me again in a punishing, relentless pace. He slams into me as I cry out. He supports his weight on one hand while his other hand move up to one of my breasts, kneading just a little roughly, making me moan loudly.

I groan as his hand frees my breast and his teeth attack the sensitive flesh on my neck. He flexes his hips, filling me again and again.

"Why'd you fucking leave? Do you know how much you mean to me?!" He breathes against my ear, thrusting harder. In the heat of the moment I gasp out 'no', causing him to thrust into me mercilessly. "Yes you do. And I'm not letting you go again." He says between each thrusts. I groan as he picks up speed, making him smirk.

"Say that you're mine, Em!" He hisses and bites my earlobe. Once again, I cry out while his hand grasps my hipand he pushes into me harder. "Yes, yours!" I pant and once again, his punishing rhythm starts. "Say you'll never leave me again!" He growls before thrusting into me.

My nails dig into his shoulder, making him let out an animalistic sound. "Say it!" He demands, filling me again. "Never!" I cry out. His breathing grows harsher and I feel that familiar white ball building inside me. I can barely take control of him now, so I let go and we find our release together.

As soon as Matt collapses on top of me, his mouth finds my neck again. He bites into the skin breathlessly as I scream out loud. While we both gasp for breath, Matt moves up so that he's hovering me once again.

Agonizingly, he flexes his hips and pushes partway into me. I so wasn't ready for this, I was still recovering from my first orgasm. As I try to tilt my pelvis up, I realize I can't move and he withdraws.

"Matt..."

He slams into me, making me scream as he hits my sweet spot. He eases out slowly and slams into me again. "That's right; say my name!" He orders, slamming into me. "Say it!" He hisses out and I can tell his teeth are gritted. The pain is too much and I scream his name again.

"M-Matt!"

He stills and circles his hips, causing the motion to radiate deep inside me. I wrap my legs around his hip and try to control my imminent orgasm, but I can't....I'm fucking helpless. I'm his and.....

Tears spring to my eyes, this is too intense. I can't stop him, I don't want to stop him....I want....oh no, I'm gonna.....

"Em, don't you ever leave me again!" Matt says as I explode around him. I scream loudly as my second orgasm rips me apart, scorching through me like fire. Tears stream down my face and my body is left shaking. Matt comes violently inside me while my inside continue to tremble.

I close my eyes as more tears stream down my cheeks. I feel Matt kiss my eyes, my nose and my cheeks.. He clutches my face between his hands and kisses me. "I love you, Em. Even though you make me so mad , I love you."

I don't have the energy left in me to open my eyes or mouth to respond. He lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I stretch out my legs, feeling undoubtedly good. That was the most intense climax I've ever endured.

God, I really must go to mom's for a couple of weeks often.

When I open my eyes next, light is filling the room making me blink. As I try to move to my side, my whole body screams pain and my head is fuzzy from lack of sleep.

"Hi." Matt murmurs next to me, smiling fondly. His face is inches away from mine and his arm is around my torso, pulling me into him.

"Hi." I say, surprised by my raspy tone. "Sleep well?" he asks, making circles on my belly. My insides churn as I nod slowly.

"Sorry if I was too harsh last night." He says, slowly. I lift my eyebrows at the mention of 'too harsh'. "Don't even use the word 'harsh' here, Matt. Last night, you were......Draconian." I said, biting my lip. "I'm so sorry, Em." He says, kissing my temple. "It's fucking late to say sorry." I say but anyways melt into his arms.

"Let me make up for it. Please?" He said, shooting a dimpled smile as he positioned himself between my thighs. I gasped as I felt his hard member on my abdomen.

"Em...." He whispered, nuzzling my neck while his hand travel down to my clit. "You hurt me, Matt." I manage to say as his fingers did a great job down there. "I'm sorry for that, babe." He purred before placing a firm kiss on my lips.

Leaning over me, he rubs his nose against mine, his eyes closed and he gently enters me. I grasp his arms and look at him. He eases back slowly and slides into me again in a slow and sweet movement. His body presses down on me, his hands on either side of my head.

He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans. I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to his slow rhythm. My heartbeat climbs higher, then falls hard as I come around him.

"Oh, Em!" He moans as he falls on top of me. "I love you." I gasp, kissing his shoulder.

"I love you too, Emma. Just don't ever leave me." He says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Never, Matthew." I say with a smile, wrapping my arms around him.

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