Several months later.
"Can you please get off of me?" she asked as he sat on top of her.
"No! Get me off of you!" he yelled, putting all his weight on her. He smacked her up against the mattress.
"I can't! You weigh nearly twice as much as me! How do you expect me to get you off of me?" she exclaimed.
"I trained you for two weeks! Getting me off you shouldn't be that difficult," he said. Mike began to physically exercise her. He wished for her to learn to fight.
And now she could spend her free time at the gym with him as if she had nothing else to do. "I'd rather sleep for a few hours than train with him," she told herself.
Denise adored her children, but they made her tired, and she hadn't had much time to sleep lately. And, to be honest, he wasn't very gentle while they were training. She had no idea how many times he had thrown her on the duvet, but her buttocks were starting to hurt.
Denise yanked her buttocks and attempted to slither away, causing him to moan. "Brushing against me isn't going to get you far," he chuckled before turning her onto her back and looking her in the eyes.
"I was trying to wiggle away," she mumbled now that he had her hands on her head.
"You must turn around and use your hips to hurl me away!" he said insistently.
"Do it right now!"
"I like it here," she said with a smile. He was only wearing shorts and his body was dripping with sweat. He was in good shape.
Denise adored the way he looked her in the eyes. His eyes softened as she cracked a smile at him, and he let go of her arms. "You must take your training seriously," he says to her.
"I take things seriously, but after almost three hours of training, Mike, I've lost eleven pounds! I'm not used to practicing like this! I'm so tired," she sighed.
"Can we please stop today?" she begged, her eyes pleading.
Mike glanced at her for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding. "All right, you can rest now," he said to her as he stepped away from her.
She hurriedly sat on the duvet before removing her hair from her tie and pulling it back into a ponytail.
"It hurts my ass when you throw me on that damn duvet so often," she grumbled as she stood up.
"You want a massage?" he asked as he reached her, a grin on his face.
"No! I said I'm tired and have to take care of the twins," she replied, her cheeks flushed.
"That's what a massage is for, to relax you and relieve your tiredness," he said as he drew her closer to him.
"Don't fool me, you say that all the time, and every time, I'm the one who's more tired at the end of your body massage!" she exclaimed as she drew away from him.
"It's kind of frustrating that you don't fall for my tricks anymore," he grinned as he looked down at her with his hand on her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Wasn't that exactly what you're trying?" she inquired.
"It was, but think what? Now that makes everything even more thrilling! The wiser you get, the more interesting it will be to play you off," he told her with a beaming smile as he bent down to kiss her.
He was correct. She had to admit that she enjoyed playing his sick games of attempting to trap her but ultimately f*cking her because once you figure out how the game works and get good at it, it becomes enjoyable. A fun game to play in bed.
~
Several weeks later.
"Where are we?" she inquired as the car came to a halt. He exited before opening her door and holding out his hand to take her hand as she took his hand and exited the car.
She then noticed they were right in front of their house. "Are we coming to see my father?" she inquired.
"I told you I wanted everything to be okay, that I wanted to be the best husband for you. That's means I want to settle everything about us and our family," he said.
"Thank you," she said with a smile.
"I promised you, and the look on your face tells me it was worth taking you here," he said, kissing her on the cheek before leading her inside.
Denise noticed her father standing there looking out the glass door as they entered.
"Dad," she said, her eyes welling up with tears before he turned and their gazes met.
"Denise," he exclaimed before approaching her and hugging her. "My sweet girl, I miss you so much," her father said, tears streaming down his cheeks.
That was the hug she had been longing for three years. She didn't want to give up hope that they'd meet again because she wanted this hug, the hug that made her feel safe and showed her how much she was loved.
"I'm sorry, uncle," Mike said, "for kidnapping her and taking her away from you."
"I already forgive you, Mike; I know you love my daughter, and it appears that my daughter was happy with you," her father said.
"How are you feeling, and do you look good?" her father inquired.
"I'm fine, Dad; I just miss you a lot," Denise responded. He nodded as they walked over to the sofa and sat down, while Mike leaned against the wall and smiled.
"Do you want to wait outside?" she asked Mike, thinking it would be inconvenient for him to stand and watch them.
"The last time I let you out of my sight, I almost lost you and my children, no," he said, shaking his head.
"Children? Do you have children?" her father inquired, and she returned her gaze to him.
"Yes, twins, we named them Santi and Santina," she said, smiling.
"Perhaps next time you could bring them here so I can see the.?" he hoped.
Denise replied, "Of course, dad." Then, after a while, they happily talk about how happy she was with her husband and their children. She also talks about her experience being a mother.
~
Denise thanked him as they drove home, "Thank you for bringing me here." "It was well worth it," he said as he kissed her hand.
When she looked at him, she asked, "Why?"
"Because you seemed pleased to meet him, and of course, as I said, I want to settle everything before our wedding," he explained before turning to face her.
"I want you to be happy and content with me."
"I am," she said before kissing him.
hand.
Denise was overjoyed. And she prayed that no one would spoil their joy. She had been hurt too much and desired to be happy.