The sound of the bowl shattering surprises even me. I look at him, a similar look of surprise and slight fear in his eyes. Recovering quickly, I grab the salad bowl and fling it at him, ignoring his warning look. It splatters on the cupboard next to him, lettuce and tomato and cucumber slices like confetti raining on his white shirt. His eyes narrow and he walks slowly towards me. I back away looking round for something else to throw at him. As I grab the pitcher of sangria, he rushes to stop me but he is too late. We look as the now warm liquid goes over his shirt, our eyes locked on each other. Mine in defiance. His in shock. ‘I said I was sorry’, he growls. ‘Too little to late’, I bite back. A beat. Then two. His lips attack mine furiously and I give as good as I get. His fingers are in my hair, gripping and pulling and pressing my face against his. Our teeth clash as we eat at each other. Moans slipping out whenever our lips part then meet again. He hoists me up and I gasp into his mouth and lock my legs tightly around his waist. More tinkles as plates and bread bowls are swept to the ground from the dining table. I feel air, then my bare arse and thighs meet the wooden table somewhat roughly. I gasp again as one hand goes to my lace knickers and rips them, the sharp pain from the tear almost ignored. He releases my lips and grins at me evilly. I scowl and slap him across his face. Hard. ‘Fucking cheat’, I spit. ‘It was just a fucking kiss’, he snarls back. I open my mouth to yell some more but it turns to a deep groan as he slides one thick finger without ceremony into my cunt. ‘Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!’ ‘It’s you, baby. Only you.’ He kisses the tears from my tightly squeezed eyes as those words turn me to mush. Again. I forget that he does this all the time. A kiss. A hug. Sex. Over and over again. I forget as he thrusts into me. I ignore as he opens my legs even further then slides his released turgid cock into my wet sheath. I lean my head back and scream to the ceiling as he fucks into me furiously. Fucking the anger from my soul. The pain. The anguish. The realization that he will never see me as his one and only. I tense as he thrusts, feeling the orgasm build. As he lowers his head to capture my nipple through my shirt and suck and nibble then nip hard. I clutch his head tight to my chest and hump back at him. One hand goes to his tight arse to push him in even further. He raises his head to nip my jaw then rest against my shoulder. He is thrusting even harder and I’m screaming nonstop. He lifts one leg high to his shoulder and rams into me so hard the pleasure blurs into pain then pleasure then painful pleasure. I’m wailing now, gazing unseeingly at God knows what. I can feel his pubes rubbing my clit as he grinds into me slowly. He knows I’m about to…. ‘FUCK!’ I explode, my cunt muscles convulsing on his cock. I feel him groan and bite my shoulder as he cums in me. He thrusts again. Then once more. Emptying his seed in me. I hold him tightly as I come down slowly from my sex high. Then I look at him wearily... ‘First it was slow. Now it’s animalistic. How will you fuck me the next time you cheat on me?’ He slides out of me slowly then places a gentle kiss on my forehead. ‘In the arse.’ He smiles softly then walks away. Leaving me staring sadly at the carnage that is our kitchen.